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F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 1/2
Date: 2013-06-16 05:11 am (UTC)----
He'd only meant to check on her and see if she needed anything before he went about his nightly duties. He hadn't meant to catch her undressing – but he did, and try as he might he simply can't tear his eyes away. His Listener is a veritable feast of feminine curves; bountiful breasts, wide hips, a slight roundness to her belly and soft, supple thighs.
The sparse candlelight dances across her dusky skin and, Sithis preserve him, her hands are sliding across her pert nipples and traveling lower. He tries to bite back a moan at the thought of his beautiful, deadly Listener pleasuring herself, but he catches it a little too late.
She's going to send Cicero to the Void, he just knows it.
When she looks at him, she actually smiles, but it is not a comfort. He saw that same smile on her face when she split a bandit open from his chin to his groin, and Cicero wonders if that is the fate that awaits him as well.
“Come in.” she says, “And shut the door, will you?”
This is it – she's going to end him here and now, on her bedroom floor. Oh, what an end it will be. His Listener, a naked, furious goddess of death bearing down upon him and making him bleed-
But she isn't furious when she tells him, “Remove your gloves.”
Cicero obeys – he always obeys – and he removes his gilded, leather gloves. She takes the gloves from his hands and lets them drop to the floor.
“Touch me.”
A tiny voice in Cicero's mind barks that he should be punished for peeping on his Listener, not rewarded, and another voice wonders if his Listener actually planned this. But the voices are quickly silenced as he lifts his hand to touch her.
His fingers graze across the soft curve of her jaw, the dainty bulge of her chin, and finally across her plump lips. She smiles again, her warm eyes meeting his, and soon after her soft lips are pressing against his. At some point, his hat fell to the floor, but he cannot find it in his heart to care. Not when his Listener is kissing him and running her fingers through his hair, gripping it and pulling him closer.
She breaks the kiss and leads him to her bed, but he never takes his attentions away from her as his teeth nibble at the lobe of her pointed ear, then down the graceful curve of her neck. Walking, as it turns out, is not so easy due to the raging erection between his legs, but that will not keep Cicero from following orders.
The back of her legs hit the bed and Cicero, utterly lost in the moment, pushes her down onto it. For a moment, he is afraid that he's gone too far but her smile only widens.
“It appears I am at your mercy, Keeper,” she says, a playful lilt to her voice.
Oh, he likes the sound of that.
He places his hands on the bed and looms over her, resuming his attentions on her sharp, elven ear. Nibbling the edge and working his way to the tip, his teeth nipping at the delicate point as his hands wander down to caress those perfect, full breasts. A flick of his thumbs across her nipples has her arching into his touch and Cicero can't help but smile at the way her body responds to him.
His mouth travels back down to her neck, across her collar bones and finally to her breasts. He latches onto on nipple as he rolls her other between his fingers, encouraged by the Listener's breathless “Cicero, yes-”
He ventures further down her body, kissing her soft stomach as he pushes her gently back, encouraging her to lie upon the bed. His kisses travel past her bellybutton, her hips, and to the mound above her sex. He looks up and finds her watching him, waiting for him to go exactly where she wants him to-
Not yet, he thinks. Sitting between her legs, kissing her ankle and the back of her knee-
“You're a gods damned tease,” she gasps.
“What?” he asks with mock indignation, “Cicero is scandalized at the very idea! He would never-”
“He would and he is.” she says, “You're a wicked man.”
“Hm. Not the first time Cicero has heard that,” He murmurs, softly nipping at her inner thigh, his mouth drifting tantalizingly close to her sex.
Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 1/2
Date: 2013-06-16 05:15 am (UTC)