Many (show_of_hands) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-23 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | faye valentine, merle dixon |
Who: Merle Dixon & Faye Valentine
Where: Faye's home
What: Feels
When: Dec 1
Warnings/Rating: High/NC-17
Status: Complete
Faye was sat on the sofa waiting for Merle to get home. She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect after his message on the net. Faye was no angel and she’d had sex with other people since Merle, though admittedly less once he started living with her. Still, it was definitely a conversation they needed to have.
It had always been casual between them. Admittedly she cared about him, at first she’d tried to pretend they had just become really close friends but she knew she felt more for him than a friend. But she’d always claimed she’d never do a relationship. She’d seen those pathetic women whose hearts always got broken and swore she wouldn’t become one of them.
Merle kept his stump stuffed in the pocket of his jacket; the day had been cold and the night was already moving over the city. He pushed the door open, instantly seeing her on the sofa. “Hey,” he said with a nod, uncertain how to start the conversation. Instead, he busied himself with taking off his coat to hang up.
“Hey” Faye said smiling as she tucked her feet under her, “How are you? Good day?” she asked, hoping they could just progress into the talk naturally.
Merle walked over to her, collapsing onto the sofa beside her. “It had it’s moments,” he said with a small smile. “Guess we’re talkin’, huh?”
She nodded, “Guess we are” she agreed, resting her head on her arm where it lay on the back of the sofa. “So...” she encouraged him to start.
He leaned forward a little. “I guess I don’t want to share you with anybody,” he said simply. “I’m not into that.”
Faye nodded slowly a little smile on her face, “Okay, so we’re going for an actual relationship? Like proper boyfriend/girlfriend stuff?”
Merle laughed, a little nervously. And he wasn’t a man to get nervous. “I guess that’s what I’m sayin’. I like what we’re doing, I don’t want that to change, but….I’d rather take the risk on having you to myself,” he said.
"I've never had that before" Faye admitted, "I've always kind of run away from commitment, of any kind really" She moved, as she spoke, to straddle his lap, "But it sounds more appealing with you" she admitted, her face flushing a little.
Merle’s arms slid around her waist, moving up her back. “Faye Valentine, you blushing? Don’t think I’ve ever made you blush before. Not in that way,” he smiled.
"Rubbish, must be warm in here or a trick of the light" she replied with a smile.
“Yeah?” he asked, kissing her briefly on the mouth and moving down along the neck. “Trick of the light? I’ll see ‘bout that.”
Faye grinned, "I should warn you, I've never been in a relationship before. I might be a terrible girlfriend" she told him, tilting her head to give him better access and stroking her fingers in his hair.
Merle left her neck for a moment, and took her head in his hand so that her eyes were firmly locked with his. “I think you’ll be a damn good girlfriend,” he said simply and sincerely, before kissing her passionately.
Faye returned the kiss just as passionately, oddly reassured by his words and faith in her. She tightened her arms around him and pushed her hips down.
Merle just kept kissing her with increasing hunger, his arms curling around her. He turned them both around, dropping her on her back against the sofa.
This felt good, Faye thought, the hunger and want was still strong between them. As she lay on the sofa she pulled him with her and began to undo his shirt.
He grunted into her mouth, his hand traveling down her thigh and squeezing. “I think I’ll be a pretty good boyfriend,” he smirked, climbing fully ontop of her.
"The best" she told him as she removed his shirt and ran her hands over his chest, "No doubt about it" she said kissing him once more as her hands slid to his ass.
As Merle kissed her, his hand slipped up her top, slowly roaming up over her breast. Things seemed different now. Everything between them had shifted but stayed the same, somehow.
Faye felt it too, it was strange. But not in a bad way. She moaned softly into his mouth as he touched her and pushed her chest into his hand.
Merle scooped his arms around her and lifted her suddenly, clutching her tightly against him. This was how he wanted her; Merle made a quick movement toward the bedroom, kissing along her neck as he carried her.
When he lifted her she wrapped herself around him, head tilted to give him better access. It always sent a little shiver through her when he carried her, he was a strong man and she loved that about him.
He lowered her to the bed, and then quickly lost patience, dropping her when he’d lowered her halfway down. Merle did love Faye; but he also loved fucking Faye. It was something of an eternal struggle, or would be, if the two concepts weren’t so intertwined. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside before crushing his mouth against hers in a hungry, searing kiss.
Thankfully Faye felt the same so when he dropped her she simply giggled before kissing him back passionately, her hands roaming his chest as she did so.
Merle broke the kiss, swinging his leg over her waist to straddle her. He leaned down again, kissing her, his cock pushing against the fabric of his trousers.
Faye smiled as he straddled her, feeling his erection as they kissed she ran her hand down his chest to cup him through his trousers, squeezing a little, before slowly starting to undo them.
He grunted with a smile as she grabbed his growing bulge. Merle’s hand slipped along her legs, curving up around her thighs to push beneath her skirt.
She pushed her hips up, greedy for his touch where she needed it most. Freeing him from his trousers she ran her fingers along his length before taking him in her hand, pumping a couple of times.
Merle’s cock throbbed in her grip and his hand latched onto her breast. “Fucking good to know that your cunt is all mine,” he growled against her ear, kissing Faye again.
Faye smiled into the kiss her tongue tangling with his until they parted for air, "Mmm I think I like this possessive side of you" she told him with a grin.
“Then you’ll see more of it,” he said, working his fingers through her hair and reaching down to free his cock.
"I do hope so" she said into his ear as she helped him remove his trousers and underwear completely. She ran one foot along the back of his leg teasingly once he was free of clothes.
Merle cupped the palm of his hand over the wet patch of her panties, squeezing briefly before hooking a thumb beneath the waistline and pulling them down with such force that a loud rip was audible. He needed to stop doing that; Faye had lately been making him pay for her new panties.
Pushing that thought aside, he kissed her fully, his tongue wrestling with hers while he began to guide his fully stiff cock down to her bare cunt.
It really was going to cost him a fortune if he didn't stop doing that. Although she had to admit it gave her a thrill when he did. Still she couldn't go commando all the time.
Faye moaned into his mouth as he pushed against her. She clutched at him as her hips pushed up wanting him inside her, needing him to fuck her now.
Merle pushed his way inside her, feeling the wet heat of her cunt tighten around his throbbing cock. He groaned and bit down, wrapping thickly muscled arms around the writhing, sweaty body beneath him and pulling Faye against him, moving deeper.
She wrapped her arms around him as he entered her, gasping with a smile. "God you feel good" she told him brokenly, her voice cracking as he pushed deeper.
The cracking in her voice made him crack a grin. “Ain’t hard to feel good with this-” He ran his hand along her waist, “-perfect fuckin’ body.” With that, he kissed her hard on the mouth and began to thrust savagely inside of her.
Faye knew Merle appreciated her body, how could she not? But his compliments always felt more sincere than others somehow. She opened her mouth to him, welcoming the ravishing kiss as he ravished her body. Her legs tightened where they were wrapped around him and she urged him on, knowing she’d ache later but loving it right now.
Merle ploughed into her, thrusting his hips with purpose and driving them both deep into the bed. After a moment, he slowed to a steady pace, kissing her briefly before moving down to bury his head between her breasts.
Faye curled her fingers into his hair as he nuzzled between her breasts, she loved how it felt to have the weight of his head there and as they continued to fuck she could feel her orgasm building.
Merle bit down on the rim of her bra, pulling it down all the way before taking her nipple in his mouth. All the while, he kept pushing into her with an almost angry intensity, reaching up to work his hand through her dark hair.
She cried out and arched her back, pushing her breasts up, seeking the warmth of his mouth and feel of his tongue on her skin. Her own hands tightened as his worked into her hair.
He groaned against the full swell of her breasts in his mouth, hooking his handless-arm around her waist to lift her as he himself moved up, never pulling his cock from inside her as they moved to a sitting position.
“Oh Fuck Merle” Faye gasped as he moved them upright and she could move her hips as she began to ride him hard. Her hands cupping his head where it was still buried against her chest.
Doing his best to hold back, he slowed a little as she fell up and slid back down upon every inch of his thick cock to the base. Gripping her ass with his hand, Merle kissed her savagely again. He loved her. The realization didn’t come as a surprise or a shock, or even a change. He just knew it, and moved with it. “C’mon,” he urged her, needing to feel her explode over his cock.
Faye gasped into his mouth as she moved towards completion, her tongue duelled with his but stuttered as his cock was hitting her just right. When he encouraged her to come it was like her body had been waiting for his permission and her body tightened around him as she cried his name while the orgasm rocked her body.
He felt her warmth spill down his shaft and gripped her ass harder, lifting her bodily up so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. Her moan did it for him; that long, deep moan right from her throat. He came across her hip and stomach, dropping her against the soft spread of the bedding. “Fuck,” he breathed.
She happily lay there, breathing hard as her hand rested against his thigh, “Wow” she smiled as her fingertips trailed over his skin, “Amazing man” And she meant it, no matter how they had sex - rough and hard or soft and caring - he always made her feel incredible.