CLR R1: Finding Time Alone, R (warning: sexual content) (4)
Apr 15, 2013 22:10:35 GMT 10
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Post by lisabounce on Apr 15, 2013 22:10:35 GMT 10
Title: Finding Time Alone
Rating: R (Explicit content)
Word Count: 461
Pairing: Dedicate Crane/Dedicate Lark/Dedicate Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/B
Summary: With four children in the cottage, it's hard to find time to themselves.
Warnings: Sexual content/acts of a sexual nature
Warnings: Sexual content/acts of a sexual nature
Lark smiles at the children as she moves around the table, hand brushing across Rosethorn's shoulder and fingers running through the close-cropped hair at the nape of her neck.
"It's a nice day," she says. "There won't be many more."
Tris shakes her head. "There's a storm coming this afternoon."
"So you'll all be pleased to know that you're reprieved from lessons this morning. Go, get. We don't want to see you again until lunch time," Rosethorn says.
Sandry, all honesty, looks over the breakfast table. "The dishes..."
"We'll do them this once. You four haven't had a holiday in a while," Lark said while Rosethorn tied four strings to a token and tossed it to Briar - the boy was quicker on the uptake than the girls and already moving toward the door. "Take Little Bear."
Even with a promised holiday, it could take a surprising amount of time to sweep four children out of the cottage. Daja wanted to bring her wirework tools and Tris to find a book while Lark and Briar debated the necessity of a jacket and Sandry took a moment to work at some embroidery.
The door slams behind them and the cottage is suddenly, blessedly silent.
Rosethorn is on her feet and runs her hands through Lark's hair, enjoying the softness of the curls against her fingers before stroking her thumb across Lark's lips where she bites it gently.
They walk backwards toward the door to Lark's workroom and bedchamber, Rosethorn calling to the hemp rope in the shutters, binding them closed while Lark ties a string around the lock.
And then it's arms wrapped around each other, Lark pressing Rosethorn against the wall, kissing fast and passionate, hands slipping under habits.
Rosethorn pushes Lark away, laughing, to tug off her habit and the shift, loin cloth and breastband underneath. Lark looks over her, taking in breasts and hips and the curve of her belly.
"I love to look at you," she murmurs, leaning forward to take another kiss.
"So does Crane."
"I know. He likes watching us both." There's another kiss and Lark cups Rosie's breasts in her hands, running her thumbs over the nipples. A gasp as she nuzzles Rosethorn's ear and trails kisses down her neck.
"He's in Chorun. He won't be back for ...oooh. Another week."
"I wasn't going to wait. He can come when he's back." Lark slipped her hands under Rosethorn's elbows and pulled her toward the bed, pushing her down onto it and then stepping back to remove her own habit. "We can get rid of the four monsters again."
A hand on Rosethorn's stomach, warm breath against her thighs as she nudged them apart and Rosethorn gasped again as Lark moved in with hands and fingers.