Post by lisabounce on Apr 5, 2011 20:20:40 GMT 10
Title: Patterned (Part 2)
Rating: R
Word Count: 342
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Warning: Sex
Summary: After so long together, some things come naturally and they're pattered after one another these days and maybe always have been.
There was a pattern to it after that. Three, five nights out of seven, Tris or Briar made their excuses, or failed to, and they would climb into bed together. Tris' room at the top of the house if she was not too tired, Briar's when she was. A gentle kiss goodnight, two kisses and then sleep.
Tris rolled over one night, sleepy and peaceful and ran a finger down Briar's cheek, across his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, kissing her finger and smiled, lifting himself up on one elbow to kiss her lightly on the lips and raised his eyebrows at her. "Well, Coppercurls?"
Tris nodded. "I'd like to. I've been too tired of an evening up until now and might be again tomorrow but tonight..."
Briar nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Will it change anything between us?"
"No..." And Briar kissed her, slowly and carefully, before mouthing the way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck until he reached the ties to Tris' nightgown. He tugged them open even as Tris worked her hands under his on nightshirt.
She sat up abruptly and tugged it off, letting it fall to one side and Briar took that as a signal, removing his own shirt and smalls, before running calused fingers across her breasts, following them with his tongue while Tris gasped and worked her hands down between his legs.
Briar lost his train of action, bucking in her hold and gasped and Tris did it again. It was a few moments before he could get back to Tris, kissing her neck and stroking one hand slowly and gently across the curve of her belly before he, too, slid a hand between her legs and shortly, he said "Would you like to?"
Tris sighed as she shook her head. "My hips are still... I think it might not be a good idea."
Briar nodded and began to kiss his way down her belly, murmuring "That's okay. We can work around that," even as he began to move even lower. He'd overheard Daja and Sandry discussing, more than once, that there was more to this than simply lying back and thinking of the duchy and some that, he'd long planned to try.
Rating: R
Word Count: 342
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Warning: Sex
Summary: After so long together, some things come naturally and they're pattered after one another these days and maybe always have been.
There was a pattern to it after that. Three, five nights out of seven, Tris or Briar made their excuses, or failed to, and they would climb into bed together. Tris' room at the top of the house if she was not too tired, Briar's when she was. A gentle kiss goodnight, two kisses and then sleep.
Tris rolled over one night, sleepy and peaceful and ran a finger down Briar's cheek, across his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, kissing her finger and smiled, lifting himself up on one elbow to kiss her lightly on the lips and raised his eyebrows at her. "Well, Coppercurls?"
Tris nodded. "I'd like to. I've been too tired of an evening up until now and might be again tomorrow but tonight..."
Briar nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Will it change anything between us?"
"No..." And Briar kissed her, slowly and carefully, before mouthing the way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck until he reached the ties to Tris' nightgown. He tugged them open even as Tris worked her hands under his on nightshirt.
She sat up abruptly and tugged it off, letting it fall to one side and Briar took that as a signal, removing his own shirt and smalls, before running calused fingers across her breasts, following them with his tongue while Tris gasped and worked her hands down between his legs.
Briar lost his train of action, bucking in her hold and gasped and Tris did it again. It was a few moments before he could get back to Tris, kissing her neck and stroking one hand slowly and gently across the curve of her belly before he, too, slid a hand between her legs and shortly, he said "Would you like to?"
Tris sighed as she shook her head. "My hips are still... I think it might not be a good idea."
Briar nodded and began to kiss his way down her belly, murmuring "That's okay. We can work around that," even as he began to move even lower. He'd overheard Daja and Sandry discussing, more than once, that there was more to this than simply lying back and thinking of the duchy and some that, he'd long planned to try.