shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-05 04:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: baccano!, march 04, p: ennis/firo |
Baccano!, Firo/Ennis
Title: Finding Out
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: Baccano!
Pairing: Firo/Ennis
Rating: R/NC-17
Prompt: March 4: - Baccano!, Firo/Ennis: innocence - after all this time
"Never?"
His lips moved against her skin, breath tickling her temple, and Ennis stood still in the loose curl of his arms and fought for control as her own breath came in shallow pants.
"When," she managed quietly, "would I have had the chance or inclination?"
“I suppose you have a point there.” However light his tone was, his eyes were dark and dilated, and when she’d told him seconds before, she’d had to repeat it twice before it registered.
Her heels were pressed against the ground in an attempt to center herself; they were just outside the kitchen, her shoulders flat to the wall and her hands on his stomach, bodies warmly aligned.
Her nails scraped her stomach and he hissed softly, burying his face in her shoulder. “Ennis.”
“I didn’t say to stop,” she said steadily, and turned her head enough to kiss him again.
He wasn’t at all fragile, as she had been accustomed to dealing with in interactions with anyone but her maker. When she tightened her grip, pulling them closer, he responded by kissing her harder, one hand at the back of her head so that it didn’t knock into the wall. He wasn’t much taller than her, if at all, but he was all lean corded strength, at the very least her equal.
He stepped backward with uncanny coordination and she followed him, loosening her grip on his front in order to wrap her arms around his body.
His hands were on her hips-—“not in the hall,” he murmured against her mouth-—and he was pulling them towards his bedroom door. She opened it around his back as his hands slid warmly up her sides and they got inside somehow manoeuvring despite the tangle of limbs—his tongue in her mouth and deft hands cradling her head and cupping her breast, making her breath come in sharply as she shuddered.
They separated long enough for her to unbutton his shirt carefully as he laughed breathlessly and pushed her jacket back over her shoulders, tugging at her own buttons. His skin was smooth and pale over muscle and the rise of bone; fascinated, she traced the line of his collarbone, followed her fingers with her mouth, infatuated with his body and the reactions she could draw from him.
When her hands strayed below his belt he rolled them both abruptly over. She went still; they’d been here once before, he poised above her, but there was no fury in him now, and none of the heated flush to his cheeks had been there when he pinned her in angry demand for answers.
“Ennis,” he repeated, and finished unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it apart and following her example of tracing fingers and mouth down her body. She gasped when his mouth closed over her nipple, the sound sharp and astonished, moaned when he trailed down her stomach. He groaned quietly in response to the sounds she made and his mouth curved against her skin in honest pleasure, a kiss at her hipbone and palm flattening over a clothed thigh.
He choked out a laugh when he realized they were both still nearly dressed and pulled away, tugging off her slacks as she laid there, dazed with pleasure, and for once allowed him to manipulate her limbs. She roused when he undressed fully, tracing delicate, fascinated touches down his body.
He muttered her name, eyes wide and glittering, and kissed her again, harder until she fell back against the pillows and pulled him after. His hips settled between her thighs and she cried again at the contact, spreading them and pushing up against him.
His hands dropped to her hips and clenched, and he drew in a deep breath and then after a moment of shifting slid into her, and it was—-it was—-
Her hands fisted in his hair as she adjusted, breath shallow and fast, and his hands tightened on her skin as she clamped down around him, body slick and welcoming.
Ennis said his name, sounding almost astonished at her own pleasure, and he shifted over her and began to move, the rhythm of his body in hers steady and sure. Her legs wound around his and she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, shuddering.
They rocked together; it didn’t take long for her to learn to move with him, bodies attuned like comrades fighting at each other’s backs. His hands spread against her ribs to feel her thundering heartbeat and then slid down her body as his thrusts grew more ragged, brushing against her until she came, her body arching against his and a keening cry tearing from her throat.
He thrust twice more, deep and hard, and then shuddered and collapsed against her, warm and boneless.
When she managed to catch her breath and turn to look at him, he was grinning like a delighted boy, thumb stroking her cheek.
Ennis wasn’t even sure she could form words after that, so she was glad he didn’t speak; just drew her down to a slow, sweet kiss.