itsallovernow | Crossposting the drabble

Partially to use my icon from

whitelight1.

It really was supposed to be about laundry. But it was the body fluids challenge for

farscapefriday . Any guesses as to which body fluids I chose instead?

Copper and Salt

He drags his tongue along her thigh, follows the tendons that strain as she arches her back, presses against the bed. Her toes are cold against his waist and he slides his hand under her knee, opening her body, wiggling away from those icy toes.

She laughs, a short low huff, arches again, canting down her pelvis, bringing her sex to meet his mouth. He nuzzles her skin, warm and wet, the join of her hip and thigh, the shimmer of saliva left behind from his kisses. Fingers slide into hidden, secret places, and laughter turns to a gasp as he tastes her, open, sopping and ready.

Thrust and catch and fingers slick with her, tongue filled with her taste as she claws for his other hand, head thrashing, dark hair sliding like raw silk against the sheets, the rasp of noise clear and clean as she pulls his thumb to her mouth, breath and cheek, hot and wet and sweet. Teeth and lips and tongue caress his fingers.

His whole body throbs in response, his hard cock bobbing against her other foot as he presses her into the bed.

She can take his weight. She can take anything he can do to her.

She sucks his finger into her mouth with more force, bites down, curls her toes against his cock. He hisses, pleasure in this, in the motion of his mouth as he licks and darts, matches her motions, tongue pushing inside, same rhythm, fucking her sex as she fucks his hands, as she plays the places on his body with sweat and spit and lust and love.

Crescendoes build, throats grow hoarse from cries. Mouths fill, full of taste, salty sweet, liquid clear. Viscous and welcome. Thrusting harder, and her jaw goes slack, head thrashing. She claws his shoulders, his neck, blood drawn, her grip loose in the slickness.

She bucks up. He bites his tongue. Blood mixes in his mouth and she lets go as he moves back, touches his fingers to his tongue, grimaces. She follows his body, kneeling to press herself against him. She kisses his mouth gently, her hands soft in his short hair as her tongue strokes, tasting him, tasting herself, tasting blood. She draws him back towards her.

His cock twitches, ignoring the flashing pain of the bite. She pulls him inside her, limbs and sexes mingling and mixing. Mimicry of mouths, push and pull and thrust, and soft cries, soft moans, clutching each other, tight and together. Arched backs and rocking hips, and “love you” and “ god yes” and bodies damp from sex and sweat, cooling under the glow of the lights.