Anna might be (elatedorgassy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-07-31 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent washington, anna of arendelle |
Who: Anna of Arendelle, Agent Washington
When: Memorial Day
Where: Casa de Lexi/Stefan/Anna
What: Drunken shenanigans
Rating/Warnings: This is just smut. It's the smut part of the log.
Status: Part 1 posted here, Part 2 complete!
Anna's bedroom was the master in the house. She had her own bathroom and sliding glass door to the backyard. Once inside the door was closed and locked, curtains drawn, and Anna's attention was completely on Wash again. It felt like even though her inhibitions were lowered by alcohol, she wasn't tipsy. In that moment, with his hands on her body, her tongue pushing past his lips, she felt sober. She felt more alive than she'd felt in a long time. Both of her hands came up to cup his cheeks as she kissed him, running from passionate to playful again, and drawing his face away from hers for just a moment.
"You're wearing far too much clothing for this party," Anna said, playfully scolding. And she brought her hands back down to help him with his shirt. They could have so much more fun if they were wearing less clothes. And Wash's had to go first--Anna's was just a swimsuit. One clasp at the back of her neck, then the thing would practically fall off.
Anna’s mouth tasted sweet, with a hint of hard cider. It played well with her alternating playful and passion. This really was fun and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Wash felt himself letting go and surrendering. No thought was required. All he had to do was just be there, with her, like this.
He smiled at her, crooked and playful, before reaching back and pulling his shirt off over his head. The dog tags caught momentarily before falling back into place around his neck. The chain brushed against the round spider web of scar tissue on the left side of his chest before settling.
With his shirt off and nearly instantly forgotten, Wash brought his hands back to Anna’s face, his fingers gently brushing the line of her jaw back towards her ears. He lifted her face up towards his again to kiss her. His lips parted, inviting her in once again. The heat between them rose again quickly, nearly as fast as Wash’s heart pounded in his chest.
His hands moved away from her face to her neck. He rubbed his thumbs in a gentle caress in the soft spot between her neck and collar for a moment before venturing down. His fingertips glided over the smooth fabric of her suit and tugged playfully at the neckline.
Now that there was skin to touch, Anna’s hands took on a mind of their own. As his mouth opened to her, she brought her fingers back to his chest, her palms pressing gently against his warm skin. She dipped her tongue into his mouth to taste him, then pulled back a little, teasingly, drawing him closer, making him chase her. Her hands ran over his chest, up his shoulders, and to his neck. A part of her wanted to ask about the scars she’d briefly seen on his chest, but she didn’t want to pry. Right now was for tongues and hands, not for silly questions.
Speaking of tongues and hands, Anna gave a gentle tug on his skin with her fingertips, stepping backward once to draw him toward the bed. She had a pretty big bed for a girl who lived on her own. It was probably obvious that Anna was a girl who had a lot of money to spend. Her furnishings were beautiful and expensive. Just ignore the One Direction poster on the wall.
Wash obediently followed, hungry for her touch and wanting her more with every passing moment. His attention was solely on her, and for now didn’t even notice the boys of One Direction peering down at them from their one dimensional vantage point on her wall.
He was smiling, he could feel it and it felt good to be smiling. He followed her lead and turned to back up towards the bed, leading her to follow by the hand. He sat down on the bed and pulled her to him so that she was seated on his lap with each of her legs on either side of his own. He reached up to smooth her red hair away from her face before nuzzling into the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder, lavishing affection against her skin while his hands caressed her sides and belly.
The best part about tonight was how much fun they were both having. Anna gave a little giggle at the feel of his hands on her sides, goosebumps rising along her forearms and calves. She swallowed then tipped her head to the side, granting him better access to the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.
“I think,” she whispered, breaking into a bright grin herself. “It’s time to take this off.” Her eyes opened, her hands lifted to the back of her neck, and she unclasped her bathing suit’s strap.
The bathing suit fell away and left Anna bare naked in Wash’s lap and that crooked smirk was back on his face. Bathing suits rarely left much to the imagination, however, Wash was pleased that Anna had taken hers off. She had a nice body, trim and petite and he couldn’t help but touch her bare skin. He smoothed the palms of his hands over the sides of her body up to her chest where he paused brush the skin under her breasts. The touch was teasing at first, and then became eager. His fingers moved over her breasts, squeezing and pressing, taunting her nipples to attention.
There was some witty remark in there somewhere about how good it felt, or how much he seemed to enjoy it, or something. Anna knew there was something she could say, something she probably would have said if she wasn’t tipsy and distracted by hands on her breasts. Not that she would have changed this for the world. Hands on her breasts far outweighed the idea of flirtatious remarks. Besides, a little whimper was being coaxed out of her by Wash’s attentions, and she couldn’t exactly talk and whimper at the same time, now could she?
When she was able to pull herself together enough for it, Anna climbed up onto her feet and gave him a push back down against the bed. Then she kicked the bathing suit off her ankles and climbed above him for more kissing. And groping. But wait.
“And I think these need to come off, too. Don’t you?” Anna asked. When she smiled at him, her eyes sparkled. The whole world melted away, and Anna’s whole focus was on Wash, his hands, his body, his mouth. She wanted it all, and she wanted to have fun all the while.
That little whimper was more than enough encouragement for Wash. He wasn’t really one for talking during foreplay anyway. His mind was on other things - primarily the things that were right in front of his face at the moment - and with most of the blood that went to his brain was being directed much further south in his body, there wasn’t much ability to string more than a sentence together coherently anyway. He continued to massage her breasts until her nipples were at attention. He took one into his mouth, his hands moving to her back to keep her steady where she was so he could lick and suck and, with any luck, draw out another one of those whimpers that, quite honestly, had really turned him on.
He was a little disappointed when she found the ability to remove herself from his lap, and he reluctantly let her go. However, his disappointment quickly vanished when Anna removed her bathing suit completely and pushed him down onto her bed. No sooner had she told him that he was still wearing too much clothes for this party then he was working his way out of his pants, wriggling his way out of them and kicking them aside. The two of them now fully disrobed, Wash reached up and pulled Anna back towards him. He covered her mouth with his and ran his hands down her back to her rear for a caress and a squeeze.
If Anna hadn’t been so tipsy, she might have been more inhibited. As it was, she was ready for this. And one look would tell her that Wash was, too. It’d been a long time since the redhead had been in this position--sure, she’d had sex about a thousand times, but she’d only ever had a first time once before. There was only one other person in the whole world who’d touched her this way, who she’d touched this way. The fun, fumbling, groping, giggling, awkward stuff that came from a first time with a new partner was making her blush, making her want to savor every moment.
She kissed him hungrily. Greedily. Her hand slipped down between them to fondle him, wasting no time. There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind that told her to slow down, but the alcohol and the taste of Wash’s lips were really quite good at silencing it.
Every part of him wanted this. He was acutely aware of the softness of the blankets under him, of Anna’s warm body pressed against his, the way her lips felt, how her mouth tasted, the way his breaths were becoming more rapid with increasing arousal. They may have been going too fast - they had only really just met - but for the life of him, Wash had no desire to slow down.
Her hands felt especially good, stroking and fondling and prompted a moan from deep within his chest. His hips arched a little, pushing himself against the palm her hand, telling her to keep going.
Anna was more than willing to give in to those more animal parts of her nature. Every part of what they were doing felt good. Every inch of her skin felt warm to his touch, his smell, his taste, the sound of his breathing was all perfect to her in that drunken, clumsy moment. She continued to pet him, to draw out more moans, to feel his body tense and shudder against her own. Then she pulled her mouth away from his to breathe, to think. “...do you have… protection?”
Wash looked up at her, so caught up in the moment he didn’t fully understand the question at first. His eyes widened once he understood what she meant by “protection”. He hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone that evening. In fact, since Kyu had left, the idea of sleeping with anyone hadn’t even crossed his mind. Now, here he was in a compromising position with a woman he very much wanted to be with and the only thing standing between him and much needed release was the fact that he did not have a condom in his wallet.
“No,” he panted, pushing himself up on his elbows to look around the room. If Kanan was still around, Wash could have easily gotten one from him. But the Jedi had left and Wash had no idea where he’d gone. Fucking, shit! How the hell was he going to get his hands on a condom?
Anna sat up a little, breathing hard and trying to make her mind work. If he didn’t have any, and she was able to provide some… would that mean they could still do it? If any condom was as good as another, she had a solution. She climbed quickly off the bed and bounced into her bathroom, disappearing around the doorway. (Hers was the master bedroom since she owned the house… and she had her own, private bathroom. Stefan and Lexi had to share.) She came out a moment later with a box.
Then, in a moment of silliness, she displayed it as if she was Vanna White or one of those pretty girls on The Price is Right. She must have still been a little tipsy. Giggling, Anna flopped down onto the bed beside him again. “I hope these are okay. I don’t know… like… if they come in different sizes? Or…?” Hopefully what she had would work. Otherwise they were going to have to figure out another way to… y’know.
The box was unopened. It was leftover from her last relationship, but was purchased toward the end, before her ex left.
Wash laughed at Anna and her Vanna White impersonation. She really was cute and funny. He was actually truly happy for the first time in a long while. Part of it could have been attributed to the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, but a larger part of it could definitely be because of Anna. Her personality and the way she had been touching him. He wanted more.
“Yeah, they actually do come in different sizes,” Wash said as he took the box from her. He wasn’t exactly hung like a horse, here, but he was no slouch, either. “These’ll be fine.” He gave her a wolfish grin, “and with a whole box, you can keep your promise to not let me go all night.”
He leaned over to nibble at her neck and shoulder. Her body was warm and her skin was silky and smooth. His hand traveled from her neck over her breast and belly and further town to her thigh. His gentle caressing turned into something more hungry, more needy. He squeezed her thigh and teased her.
So, it was probably partly because of the alcohol in her system, or how long it’d been since she’d been touched this way, or maybe because of Wash himself--but whatever it was, Anna felt good. Everything he did felt good. Even just running a hand over her side felt six kinds of amazing. When he touched more sensitive spots, she broke out in goosebumps and inhaled sharply with pleasure. Her eyelashes fluttered gently as her eyes closed, her breathing ragged at his hand on her thigh, moving up, teasing more goosebumps from her skin.
“Good,” she whispered, breathily, as her hands snaked up and over his arms again. “...you’d better believe it, buster,” she teased, breaking into a grin. “You’re not allowed out until the sun comes up.” But by then they’d both be sound asleep, she was sure.
Wash was noting what got the best responses from her. He pressed himself to her side, against her thigh before pressing a finger against her warm flesh and then up inside of her, searching for that one spot that would get her buck and roll under him.
Damn. Wash had Anna whimpering and gasping, and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. The thought crossed her mind that she should be doing something nice for him, something to make him gasp and buck, too--but he had her so distracted. Her hands tangled in his hair. Her lips felt dry. She spread her legs and tipped her hips to get more from him, pushing up against his hand, his finger. And then he hit a spot that made her whole body tense subconsciously. “Oh, God, do that again.” It was more a plea than a demand.
“Mmm,” Wash smiled and practically purred against the skin of her neck. He’d always been an attentive kind of lover and he had learned quickly what it was his partners liked, what they wanted. He’d had lovers in the past that had taken advantage of that, had neglected his own needs. However, this wasn’t quite like that. He and Anna were still figuring each other out, and honestly, this was as good for him as it was for her.
He obliged her request. He hit that spot that had made her muscles tense under him and her body quake with shudders.
The tensing was followed by a shudder this time, and Anna gave a gentle groan. It was so good. She could feel the pleasure welling within her, her body tensing and her toes curling. At the same time she wanted this to last forever, and for it to be over so she could release. Was that normal? Her voice came out soft, pleading, barely above a whisper, “more more more more.” It turned into mumbles as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive spots. Fingernails raked against his scalp, urging him on.
Wash moaned softly, tilting his head back against her hands. Her nails against her scalp felt good. Everything felt good. He moved his fingers inside her, pressing against her warm inviting flesh with urgency. Slowly building up speed as she twisted and shuddered against his body. His mouth practically devoured her murmuring words. His hips rocked against her side with growing anticipation of what was to come. When it seemed as though she was on the brink he withdrew his fingers from her and reached for the box.
Anna was on the brink: her breath held, her toes curled, her back arched, stars beginning behind her eyes… and then he abruptly stopped. She actually whimpered when he withdrew, eyes opening. “Wait, wha--" she had to what her lips with her tongue to make them work. Then she realized what he was doing and sat up on her elbows to watch. Anna's body was humming, her mind buzzing. This was so good, and about to get so much better.
The box was torn open with urgency and grabbed the first little package of protection he could wrap his fingers around. He opened the package quickly and tossed the wrapping way without a thought as to where it went. His body was warm and tingling, more from arousal than from alcohol at this point. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he wanted to give in return. He deftly rolled the condom onto himself.
He reached out and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him in one fluid motion. He positioned himself over her, grinning down at her flushed face. His eyes were shining and tinged with mischievous pleasure. His dog tags dangled from around his neck and came to rest against Anna’s chest. He smoothed the hair out of her face, before reaching down between them to guide himself into her.
Anna’s arms wrapped up and around him as he climbed above her. She gazed at him with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile as he positioned himself. Her hand came up between them to take hold of the chain around his neck. She wrapped her fingers around the thin metal, and gave it a tug, pulling his face down toward hers. She kissed him hungrily, sloppily, her tongue pushing past his lips. Then he filled her, and she moaned straight into his mouth. This was good. So good. So much better than she’d thought it would be. And it’d been so long--very long--since she’d done this before. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be filled from the inside, to be so hungry for it, so ready for it, so turned on. She clenched around him, lifting her leg to wrap around his backside.
Wash smiled against her moan. The chain to his dog tags dug into the flesh at the base of his neck just under the data port. The pain somehow only heightened his pleasure. He was into a little bit of pain during sex. It had been a startling realization when he’d discovered it and afterwards he’d wondered just what that said about him. Not now, though. Oh no. All of Wash’s thoughts were focused on this very moment. No thoughts about the past, no concerns about what tomorrow would bring. All he was thinking about was the way Anna’s mouth tasted and how her body moved under him. It felt so good inside her and he buried himself as deep as he could.
Oh god he had needed this. He hadn’t even understood how much he had needed this until she had whispered into his ear while out by the hot tub. Wash wanted, needed this to last as long as possible. He started slowly rocking his hips against her.
Everything he was doing was good, and right, and perfect. Anna moved slowly back up against him, meeting his thrust with a roll of her hips. She had to pull her mouth from his to gasp, back arching. He'd had her so ready for this, so close to her climax. She knew she could lose control at any moment. Her head tipped back, her eyes scrunched closed, and pleasure burst within her. It came suddenly, catching her completely off guard. Her body tensed as she went white hot. Whimpers escaped her as she came.
Wash caught Anna’s whimpering with his mouth over hers again. The muscles of her body tensed and rippled under him and he felt her clench around him inside her. He didn’t stop when she came. Keeping one hand on her hip to steady her, he continued to rock into her, picking up speed and rhythm until he found the tempo that sent electric like jolts into the lower part of his belly. Each thrust was punctuated by a panting moan until he himself was close to his own brink and finally pushed over.
Every movement of him against her, inside her, felt good. Even after she’d felt her own finish, it was still white hot, sending little jolts of pleasure through her. His thrusts helped her come down from that amazing high, and she felt her whole body melting and relaxing afterward. Both of her hands tangled in his hair and she kissed him hungrily, lazily, sloppily, grinning between kisses. How was it possible to both be energized and exhausted? “Was that… good? Are you… okay?”
How could he not be okay? The sex had been good, just what Wash had needed. If he was lucky, perhaps they’d do it again. She said she had wanted to keep him all night. Maybe take it a little slower next time, not tease her so close to the brink that she would lose control so quickly. He grinned at her, a dopey looking smile between their lips meeting. “It was good,” he panted. “Excellent.”
He moved from on top of her, sliding out spent, but not yet tired. He rolled onto his back next to her to catch his breath and bask in the afterglow. He’d forgotten how good this sort of thing was, how much he enjoyed it. Tomorrow morning he would have to do some explaining, talk with Stefan about what he’d done. But he had a few hours before he had to think about that, consider what he’d tell his friend. For now he was enjoying the moment for what it was. He had Anna’s hand in his between them.
Relief spread through Anna at his words. His smile. She kissed him again, quickly, a thank you for everything they’d just done. Then he rolled off of her and she took deep breaths, relaxing down against the pillows. Every part of her was glowing in the aftermath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good.
“Good.” Anna grinned, still breathing hard. It was slowing, though, as her body calmed. She turned and curled up against his side, sliding her fingers between his. Her chin rested against his shoulder, eyes down on their hands together. “I dunno about you,” she said, the playful, happy tone back in her voice, “but that was exactly what I was looking for.”