[Fic] Marital Arts
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kittydesadeTitle: Marital Arts
Fandom: The Covenant (sort of)
Characters: Chase/Ginny (OFC)
Word Count: 1,100
Rating: light R
Summary: Chase and his wife have an... active and varied sex life.
A/N: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo
Her husband's predilections and preferences in the bedroom were well known to Ginny. The rest of the world might think of him as hetero because he was married to a woman, even when Massachusetts law permitted otherwise. Chase still told her, at night and after the children were asleep, sometimes after sex, of his fantasies. Men featured profoundly in many of them, more so than women.
It started as a discussion on what appealed to him about men, if there was anything he missed. There were men in particular he missed, but in the beginning he almost fell over himself in his efforts to reassure her that this didn't mean he would stray. She stroked his hair and soothed his fears on that account, and asked the questions she could think of. Some things he did miss that she simply couldn't give. Some intimacies she could allow, with the other boys, as she thought of them. Some the boys themselves wouldn't allow, and others, certain specific others, could be duplicated.
He blushed when she offered. Blinked at her, and blushed. She laughed and told him it was just an act of sexual pleasure, and of love. What was there to be ashamed of?
They didn't do anything about that first discussion, but it provoked others, and online shopping trips with the laptop balanced between them late at night in the old house. Soft, sly looks and whispered suggestions culminated in outright experiments until they discovered what they both liked and could indulge in. Which resulted in Isabel taking her baby brother for several long walks, and when Ash and the twins came along, Will spending at least one afternoon a week at their places.
Which left them plenty of time to chase one another around the bedroom.
"Hah! I've got you!" Ginny wrapped her arms around her husband, cackling her best evil cackle (which wasn't very evil at all) and bending them far enough forward to almost tip them over. Chase laughed, arching back up against her to keep them balanced.
This might not have had such an effect if they had clothes on.
"Are you going to have your wicked way with me?" Chase asked over his shoulder, only a little bit interrupted with a grunt as she shifted her wait back to standing and a gasp as she slid her hand between his legs. "Guess so."
"The thought might have crossed my mind. You do look really hot bent over like that, on your hands and knees..." Chase grunted, eyes closing. "Maybe I'll ..." Her hand slid over the curve of his hip and further behind as she took a step back so she could get between their bodies. Working one finger between his cheeks, she pressed her fingertip and just held it there. "You like that, don't you..."
His body relaxed, didn't quite go limp but relaxed, capitulating to the scene they were building together. "Yes..." he breathed. This hadn't been where either of them had planned to go, but then again, they hadn't really planned to do much of anything. Except the fooling around part. The indulgence of intimacy was always something tentatively planned for any time both kids were out of the house.
"Get on the bed," she whispered in his ear again, and smacked him lightly on the ass. She, while he strode off in obedience, went to the toy chest at the foot of the bed and rummaged. Some things required a little more preparation, but, oh. That, and that. Perfect for this kind of spontaneous little game they were playing. And the lube. And he was kneeling on the bed and she smirked, climbing on after him.
He looked back over his shoulder at her, probably because he could. Or to be disobedient or naughty or something. Ginny reached over and turned his head to the front of the bed, curling her fingers through his hair and stroking down the length of his spine afterwards. He arched his back under her fingers, like a cat, sighing under her hand. "Mmm... you feel nice." His voice had softened a bit. Her touches softened, too.
"Gonna feel nicer in a second," she smirked, and as she'd finished getting herself ready. It always made her smile a little as she did, remembering their first few times. The awkwardness and shyness first at putting on something that felt like she should be zip-lining somewhere or climbing a mountain. And then the awkwardness of having sex in a position she had never before even thought of doing, or of being able to. Having to navigate her lover's, her husband's body by means of hands and an object that could not feel nor relay information to her, having to rely on his sounds and the sight of him. It was an acquired skill.
Now it was a few years later, and she'd gotten very, very good at finding out what he liked. Now she was good enough to lean over him, keeping her hips back so she was just teasing him with the tip of the phallus, one hand covered in lube and making a swirling mess of it over his hole.
"Nicer than that?" he arched his neck to look over his shoulder, grinning. As much as he could when his mouth seemed to want to make little moans of encouragement.
Ginny grinned back. "Nicer even than that." She made a pleased little sound as he shifted his shoulders forward, his hips back, as she slid a finger into him. He made noises when she did that, small ones, but enough to get her wet. The movements of his body, the way he reacted with sharp arousal and pleasure, was enough to get her wet.
"I don't kno-ow... " One word stretched out and hitched in the middle as she started to spread her fingers, now, twisting and opening him and thrusting and whatever else he might have said was lost in the muffled noises as he lowered his head and shoulders, hips rocking back on her hand.
She leaned over and bit his left cheek, gently. Because she could. Because it made him laugh breathlessly, dissolving into a chuffing grunt as she trailed her tongue up and swirled for a moment over the small of his back while she smeared more lube on the phallus. Left a trail of soft kisses up his spine. And, easy and smooth, the moment she touched him he rocked his hips back as she leaned forward, fitting herself over and inside him like magic.
Between them, it was always like magic.
Fandom: The Covenant (sort of)
Characters: Chase/Ginny (OFC)
Word Count: 1,100
Rating: light R
Summary: Chase and his wife have an... active and varied sex life.
A/N: Written for
kink_bingoHer husband's predilections and preferences in the bedroom were well known to Ginny. The rest of the world might think of him as hetero because he was married to a woman, even when Massachusetts law permitted otherwise. Chase still told her, at night and after the children were asleep, sometimes after sex, of his fantasies. Men featured profoundly in many of them, more so than women.
It started as a discussion on what appealed to him about men, if there was anything he missed. There were men in particular he missed, but in the beginning he almost fell over himself in his efforts to reassure her that this didn't mean he would stray. She stroked his hair and soothed his fears on that account, and asked the questions she could think of. Some things he did miss that she simply couldn't give. Some intimacies she could allow, with the other boys, as she thought of them. Some the boys themselves wouldn't allow, and others, certain specific others, could be duplicated.
He blushed when she offered. Blinked at her, and blushed. She laughed and told him it was just an act of sexual pleasure, and of love. What was there to be ashamed of?
They didn't do anything about that first discussion, but it provoked others, and online shopping trips with the laptop balanced between them late at night in the old house. Soft, sly looks and whispered suggestions culminated in outright experiments until they discovered what they both liked and could indulge in. Which resulted in Isabel taking her baby brother for several long walks, and when Ash and the twins came along, Will spending at least one afternoon a week at their places.
Which left them plenty of time to chase one another around the bedroom.
"Hah! I've got you!" Ginny wrapped her arms around her husband, cackling her best evil cackle (which wasn't very evil at all) and bending them far enough forward to almost tip them over. Chase laughed, arching back up against her to keep them balanced.
This might not have had such an effect if they had clothes on.
"Are you going to have your wicked way with me?" Chase asked over his shoulder, only a little bit interrupted with a grunt as she shifted her wait back to standing and a gasp as she slid her hand between his legs. "Guess so."
"The thought might have crossed my mind. You do look really hot bent over like that, on your hands and knees..." Chase grunted, eyes closing. "Maybe I'll ..." Her hand slid over the curve of his hip and further behind as she took a step back so she could get between their bodies. Working one finger between his cheeks, she pressed her fingertip and just held it there. "You like that, don't you..."
His body relaxed, didn't quite go limp but relaxed, capitulating to the scene they were building together. "Yes..." he breathed. This hadn't been where either of them had planned to go, but then again, they hadn't really planned to do much of anything. Except the fooling around part. The indulgence of intimacy was always something tentatively planned for any time both kids were out of the house.
"Get on the bed," she whispered in his ear again, and smacked him lightly on the ass. She, while he strode off in obedience, went to the toy chest at the foot of the bed and rummaged. Some things required a little more preparation, but, oh. That, and that. Perfect for this kind of spontaneous little game they were playing. And the lube. And he was kneeling on the bed and she smirked, climbing on after him.
He looked back over his shoulder at her, probably because he could. Or to be disobedient or naughty or something. Ginny reached over and turned his head to the front of the bed, curling her fingers through his hair and stroking down the length of his spine afterwards. He arched his back under her fingers, like a cat, sighing under her hand. "Mmm... you feel nice." His voice had softened a bit. Her touches softened, too.
"Gonna feel nicer in a second," she smirked, and as she'd finished getting herself ready. It always made her smile a little as she did, remembering their first few times. The awkwardness and shyness first at putting on something that felt like she should be zip-lining somewhere or climbing a mountain. And then the awkwardness of having sex in a position she had never before even thought of doing, or of being able to. Having to navigate her lover's, her husband's body by means of hands and an object that could not feel nor relay information to her, having to rely on his sounds and the sight of him. It was an acquired skill.
Now it was a few years later, and she'd gotten very, very good at finding out what he liked. Now she was good enough to lean over him, keeping her hips back so she was just teasing him with the tip of the phallus, one hand covered in lube and making a swirling mess of it over his hole.
"Nicer than that?" he arched his neck to look over his shoulder, grinning. As much as he could when his mouth seemed to want to make little moans of encouragement.
Ginny grinned back. "Nicer even than that." She made a pleased little sound as he shifted his shoulders forward, his hips back, as she slid a finger into him. He made noises when she did that, small ones, but enough to get her wet. The movements of his body, the way he reacted with sharp arousal and pleasure, was enough to get her wet.
"I don't kno-ow... " One word stretched out and hitched in the middle as she started to spread her fingers, now, twisting and opening him and thrusting and whatever else he might have said was lost in the muffled noises as he lowered his head and shoulders, hips rocking back on her hand.
She leaned over and bit his left cheek, gently. Because she could. Because it made him laugh breathlessly, dissolving into a chuffing grunt as she trailed her tongue up and swirled for a moment over the small of his back while she smeared more lube on the phallus. Left a trail of soft kisses up his spine. And, easy and smooth, the moment she touched him he rocked his hips back as she leaned forward, fitting herself over and inside him like magic.
Between them, it was always like magic.