[Original] Cruising
Sep. 20th, 2011 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTitle: Cruising
Source: Eve and Dawn
Genre: Drama/Erotic
Characters: Eve
Word Count: 576
Summary: After the job is over, Eve can finally enjoy the pleasure cruise cover
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo prompt "Silk/Velvet/Feathers/Furs"
Her cabin was easier. Safter, but also easier, because his cabin was in a row with all the rest and she didn't want to deal with prying questions right now. And she was pretty sure he didn't, either.
Eve kicked off her shoes into the corner of the tiny room and lifted her arms, ankles crossed above her head. Lifted onto her toes and swayed, and turned, and listened to the music all over again and smiled at the memory of that dance. The feathers in her hair wisped over her face like the memory of a touch or two, stolen between moments when the other dancers hid them from view.
Footsteps at the door brought one hand behind her head to her hairpin, and she opened the cabin door ready to take it out and let her hair down or take it out and stab the offending intruder in the eye. Either one.
Let her hair down it was.
He picked her up and her skirt whisped around her bare legs as she laughed, and he chuckled, and she kissed him. Because the job was over and it was all theirs, for tonight.
"You put feathers in your hair?" he teased, sliding one hand up along her cheek and into her hair to take out the clip that held them in.
She wrinkled her nose at him. "The stylist put the feathers in. I only went along with it."
"Mmm." If he had another comment to make after that, he didn't. Because he leaned in and kissed her instead, one arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. So she looped her arms around his neck and let him search her body for the clasps on the dress, catching the loops of silk as they fell over her shoulders. Somehow, she expected him to rush it more, but he took his time, took advantage of the yards and yards of silk charmeuse to brush them down the sides of her legs till almost every touch tickled.
"You're a bastard," she breathed, laughing.
He didn't disagree. He just grinned, scooped her up into his arms and tried to toss her on the bed, except she hooked a leg around his hip and tugged him in after her. It didn't work as gracefully as it did in the movies, both of them collapsing in a tangle of limbs and heated skin, but they were also both strong and coordinated enough to avoid putting any weight on any one body part for too long.
Since she'd pulled him on top of her, he recovered first. The handful of dress had been dropped on the floor, but he still had the feathers he'd unclipped from her hair, and she eyed him with deep amusement. "What are you planning on doing with that?"
No answer from him. Not in words. His hair fell down in soft, dark wings over his face, till she could barely see the gleam in his eye as he trailed those feathers down her body. Rooster feathers, she remembered. Vaguely. Not as important where they came from as where they were going. Her fingers clenched in the sheets before he was done. And at that, as she lay back and breathed and he chuckled and tossed the last of her decorations over onto the pile of discarded dress, she had the feeling he was just getting started.
Source: Eve and Dawn
Genre: Drama/Erotic
Characters: Eve
Word Count: 576
Summary: After the job is over, Eve can finally enjoy the pleasure cruise cover
A/N: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt "Silk/Velvet/Feathers/Furs"Her cabin was easier. Safter, but also easier, because his cabin was in a row with all the rest and she didn't want to deal with prying questions right now. And she was pretty sure he didn't, either.
Eve kicked off her shoes into the corner of the tiny room and lifted her arms, ankles crossed above her head. Lifted onto her toes and swayed, and turned, and listened to the music all over again and smiled at the memory of that dance. The feathers in her hair wisped over her face like the memory of a touch or two, stolen between moments when the other dancers hid them from view.
Footsteps at the door brought one hand behind her head to her hairpin, and she opened the cabin door ready to take it out and let her hair down or take it out and stab the offending intruder in the eye. Either one.
Let her hair down it was.
He picked her up and her skirt whisped around her bare legs as she laughed, and he chuckled, and she kissed him. Because the job was over and it was all theirs, for tonight.
"You put feathers in your hair?" he teased, sliding one hand up along her cheek and into her hair to take out the clip that held them in.
She wrinkled her nose at him. "The stylist put the feathers in. I only went along with it."
"Mmm." If he had another comment to make after that, he didn't. Because he leaned in and kissed her instead, one arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. So she looped her arms around his neck and let him search her body for the clasps on the dress, catching the loops of silk as they fell over her shoulders. Somehow, she expected him to rush it more, but he took his time, took advantage of the yards and yards of silk charmeuse to brush them down the sides of her legs till almost every touch tickled.
"You're a bastard," she breathed, laughing.
He didn't disagree. He just grinned, scooped her up into his arms and tried to toss her on the bed, except she hooked a leg around his hip and tugged him in after her. It didn't work as gracefully as it did in the movies, both of them collapsing in a tangle of limbs and heated skin, but they were also both strong and coordinated enough to avoid putting any weight on any one body part for too long.
Since she'd pulled him on top of her, he recovered first. The handful of dress had been dropped on the floor, but he still had the feathers he'd unclipped from her hair, and she eyed him with deep amusement. "What are you planning on doing with that?"
No answer from him. Not in words. His hair fell down in soft, dark wings over his face, till she could barely see the gleam in his eye as he trailed those feathers down her body. Rooster feathers, she remembered. Vaguely. Not as important where they came from as where they were going. Her fingers clenched in the sheets before he was done. And at that, as she lay back and breathed and he chuckled and tossed the last of her decorations over onto the pile of discarded dress, she had the feeling he was just getting started.