Isaac/Miria PWP, they told me it couldn't be done
Bringing the spoils from porn_battle home.
Fandom: Baccano! Title: Embrace the Unexpected Characters/Pairings: Isaac/Miria Rating: NC-17 Other: for porn_battle, prompt ‘Isaac/Miria, unexpected location.’
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“Heeey Isaac—“
“What’s the matter, Miria?”
“What are you doing in there–“
Isaac paused, made a face of astonishment, and turned to lick Miria’s bare foot where she propped her ankle on his shoulder, but that strategy didn’t quite work to distract her because she giggled, and then turned both tiny feet to pat at his cheeks, and then he was distracted and laughing, biting at perfect toes, and ultimately it wasn’t a problem, just like every day with Miria; every strategy always worked even if in somewhat unexpected ways, because as his tongue slid between her two smallest toes it generated paroxysms of giggle-fits which made her forget exactly where he had threaded the slick head of his cock; he held her hips, tugged her snug into his lap.
“Owwwww, Isaac! I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to put things in that one!”
He beamed, winningly. “Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong, Miria. The unexpected location brings to light new good feelings of surprise and enlightenment! After all, as the Oriental saying goes: ‘To deny the unexpected is to deny life, rejecting pleasure and growth; to embrace the unexpected is to add to oneself with increasing artistry!’”
Miria’s lower lip curled in a tight pout; he kissed it resoundingly and wormed a little closer. Her flinch this time was half giggle and half gasp; he decided that meant substantial progress was imminent.
“Isaac….when you say ‘pleasure and growth’, you mean we’re both going to get pleasure, right?”
“It’s exactly as you say, Miria. This isn’t something that amateurs who don’t know anything would do. This is the exotic path to pleasure and more importantly –“
He arched his hips up from the mattress a little, grinding; she made a happy-sounding moan, and gifted him with a tremulous smile.
“—more importantly?”
“More importantly, this is enlightening both of us with levels of spiritual enlightenment that will definitely give us happiness!”
“Amazing!” Miria laced her hands behind the back of his neck, lifted herself against his weight so the hollows behind her knees settled firmly on his shoulders –
“Amazing,” he gasped. And had to pause, his forehead against her right breast for a moment, and that cherry-pit nipple there asked for his tongue, and after he’d given that one his tongue he could scarce neglect Miria’s left nipple as well, so he walked his way across her collarbones with his lips until he found the other, as sweet as the last.
“Ooh, Isaac—“ Miria wriggled, pushed, and he – oh, he – slipped -- to the hilt -- “I think I just found a little happiness now!”
“All right,” he tried to smile but was sure he only half succeeded – she looked at him, marveling and worried and intent and he had to kiss her seriousness away again, “let’s do this Miria!”
“Let’s do this Isaac!”
He lifted her with his hands covering almost all of her backside, lowered her onto her back without disengaging, her knees still over his shoulders; he spread his arms around her, held her close, pitched into the acceptance that she --
“Mmmmm—“
“I’m sure you can be happy,” he promised her, “I’ll make sure you can be happy.”
“I’m sure you can be happy too, Isaac!” She grinned, and made an ‘o’ of surprise, and laughed and smiled and, bless her, rocked – “I’ll make sure of that!”
“Which proves what we can achieve when we embrace our inquisitiveness and curiosity with equal gusto!”
Miria bucked up into him that he almost lost himself, and her grin now was wicked enough to make him love her for eternity.
“I’d much rather embrace you,” she giggled, and did, with arms, legs, body, hole, soul.
“Wow,” was all Isaac could say, into her hair.
“Wow,” was all Miria could say, lips against his neck, and her ankles locked behind.