Trevor Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon (standupbloke) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2012-01-07 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1998 - january, gretchen watkins, trevor scabior |
Characters: Trevor Scabior & Gretchen Watkins
Setting: Trevor's flat, Friday evening
Summary: Gretchen's back from her impromptu trip and shows off the necklace she nicked for him.
Rating/Warning: R-Post/Pre-coital and nakedness!
Loosing a breath, Gretchen dropped down against Trevor, kissing him as she slipped off him and tucked herself against him. “Fuck,” she grinned up at him. “What a welcome home,” she draped herself over him comfortably, as her body came down. She hadn’t realised, when she left for Lamu, just how much she would miss Trevor. It was odd to her, she’d always dropped everything and left to go wherever she wanted and she’d never felt the pangs she had over the past week. She wasn’t quite sure what it meant that she’d missed him so, or how happy she’d been when he’d finally walked into the bedroom and found her sprawled naked on his bed but for the necklace she’d stolen. It hadn’t even just been the hungry look that had lit his eyes as he pounced and shagged her. It had most definitely just been the sight of him and she twisted her lips to the side before reaching out and tracing her fingers along the bite mark she’d just left on his shoulder. “Alright, lover?”
“Hm?” Trevor lifted his head from the pillow and blinked at her, not sure why she felt the need to ask. It took a moment before he registered her fingers and he glanced over to see the red mark. “Heh,” he chuckled, grinning as he sat up slightly, reaching for his cigarettes. “Bloody brilliant. You?”
“Better now,” she matched his grin, moving so he could grab a cigarette then settling herself back when he moved again. “Missed that,” she said, after a moment, plucking his cigarette out of his hand and taking a drag before passing it back to him.
“Yeah,” he said, grinning lazily as he watched her steal his cigarette. “Got anything that good in Lamu, do they?”
“Good as you?” she asked, reaching down and playfully grabbing his cock, grinning widely at him. “There’s some contenders.”
Trevor’s moan caught in his throat but the expression still passed over his face for a moment. He tried to play it off and took a drag, grinning at her as he exhaled. “Fuckin’ liar.”
At his expression, Gretchen’s grin hitched up a notch. There was something else she missed. She was good at a lot of things, extremely good at sex, but she’d never cared as much about anyone else getting off as she did Trevor. She shook her head inwardly, rolling her eyes at herself. She was getting soft in her old age. “You’re not bad, lover,” she twisted closer, pressing up to nibble along his neck, letting out an involuntary gasp as the heavy necklace caught on her hair.
“Fuck you,” he said happily, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her mouth and teeth. The sound of her gasp caught his attention and he looked back at her, cocking an eyebrow as he watched her unhook the necklace from her hair. “So take it off. What’s with it anyway? Not that it looks bad or nothin’.”
“Stole it,” she grinned at him, pleased that he’d finally noticed, though if he’d spotted the necklace before her naked form, she’d’ve been mightily disappointed. She pushed back slightly, propping herself up against the pillows and reaching back to unclasp the necklace, dropping it gently on his chest. “It’s got brilliant protection spells on it, all ancient and strong. Thought you’d like to poke around with it.”
“Yeah?” He said, sitting up as soon as it hit his chest. He picked it up and held it up as he inspected it and turned it over in his hands. He could tell it had some definite power to it and his grin as he thought about having a chance at the charms on it showed all his eagerness. “S’brilliant,” he said, glancing at Gretchen, directing his comment at her and not the necklace.
“Better than a postcard, aye?” she asked, her grin widening at the eager look on his face. “Was wondering how long it’d take you to notice it.”
Trevor watched his fingers running over the necklace until she spoke again and he snorted, rolling over just enough to drop the necklace on the bedside. “I was a little distracted, wasn’t I?” He quipped, stabbing out his cigarette before he rolled back and caught her around the stomach, tugging her down to him. “You mind?”
“I’m pretty distracting, I’ll give you that. I don’t know how you manage to get any work done with me about,” her grin hitched up again when he grabbed her and she only just managed to swallow a happy laugh. Instead, she moved with him, settling on top of him and twisting to kiss him soundly.