Not Too Far
Drabble: Not Too Far
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Character: Maya/Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 585
Note: For lemomina, who wanted a continue of Confessions. Hope it's alright. Smuty but not too angsty.
It's been months and they're still not settled, still not at ease. He fears moving on, changing what was when it was so comfortable, if very lonely. Maya in contrast changes as often as she pulls off one sweater to be replaced with another. She tries everything, he just wanted to have some of what he's lost back.
"It won't be like this forever, I just don't want to settle for something because it's easy or convenient. We risked too much for that. But I feel this is it, this job." She pulls off her socks and stands to unbutton her jeans. He sits straight in his armchair, Bible on the arm but as she undresses he slouches into the cushions, eyes hooded and hides the book out of sight. She throws her blouse in the washing basket, unaware of his regard. "It's easy for you. You have the shop."
The shop. It brings in the money that they sorely need but he never thought he would see it again after he was a teenager. He lifts his eyes upwards, mouth pouting. "Sometimes it feels like I just traded one dark cloister for another."
"Then redecorate Gabriel. And you've got a little extra something then before..." Dark waves of hair spill over his shoulder as she leans over his back, kissing the top of his head. He fists and scrunches the soft mass in his hand, pressing his cheek to it. She slowly moves around the side of the chair, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. She's changed into a cream night dress and he leans forward, letting his hand glide up one smooth leg until it's hidden from sight. She cocks her head and closes her eyes with a dreamy smile which turns into something more trembling. She groans and bites her lip, and begins to alternate between rocking and swivelling.
"Not too far, not too far." he whispers, something of a mantra at times like these. The sex in the car was the last time they had gone all the way. It had come very close a few times after that but they had both agreed to wait again, as if to prove something to themselves.
"Algo más, por favor." she leans her body over him and with a grunt he wraps his arms around her waist and makes her straddle him. She hisses at the lose of his fingers and her own immediately delve between her legs. He grips her hips and groans at her, erection painful. He forces her head down and kisses her mouth frantically as she rocks on him, breasts crushed against his chest. With her free hand she grabs his hand and pushes it between them, gesturing for him to do the same as she. He feels a rush of arousal and then following it a light dismay.
"Gonna be messy."
She pauses before laughing against his lips and lowers the zipper, directing his hand where she wants it. Gripping himself she continues, pushing her hand into her underwear. She kisses his face as he bucks and jerks underneath her, calling out her name until he frantically starts to fist faster and grab at her face in desperation as she comes, muffling her screams and then using her hair to silence his own.
Red faced, sweaty and breathing hard he doesn't want to look down anymore and she wrinkles her nose, grimacing. Suddenly he laughs and she copies him, poking his chest.
"You prude!"
"No I think that's you."
******
Translation:
* A little more, please.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Character: Maya/Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 585
Note: For lemomina, who wanted a continue of Confessions. Hope it's alright. Smuty but not too angsty.
It's been months and they're still not settled, still not at ease. He fears moving on, changing what was when it was so comfortable, if very lonely. Maya in contrast changes as often as she pulls off one sweater to be replaced with another. She tries everything, he just wanted to have some of what he's lost back.
"It won't be like this forever, I just don't want to settle for something because it's easy or convenient. We risked too much for that. But I feel this is it, this job." She pulls off her socks and stands to unbutton her jeans. He sits straight in his armchair, Bible on the arm but as she undresses he slouches into the cushions, eyes hooded and hides the book out of sight. She throws her blouse in the washing basket, unaware of his regard. "It's easy for you. You have the shop."
The shop. It brings in the money that they sorely need but he never thought he would see it again after he was a teenager. He lifts his eyes upwards, mouth pouting. "Sometimes it feels like I just traded one dark cloister for another."
"Then redecorate Gabriel. And you've got a little extra something then before..." Dark waves of hair spill over his shoulder as she leans over his back, kissing the top of his head. He fists and scrunches the soft mass in his hand, pressing his cheek to it. She slowly moves around the side of the chair, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. She's changed into a cream night dress and he leans forward, letting his hand glide up one smooth leg until it's hidden from sight. She cocks her head and closes her eyes with a dreamy smile which turns into something more trembling. She groans and bites her lip, and begins to alternate between rocking and swivelling.
"Not too far, not too far." he whispers, something of a mantra at times like these. The sex in the car was the last time they had gone all the way. It had come very close a few times after that but they had both agreed to wait again, as if to prove something to themselves.
"Algo más, por favor." she leans her body over him and with a grunt he wraps his arms around her waist and makes her straddle him. She hisses at the lose of his fingers and her own immediately delve between her legs. He grips her hips and groans at her, erection painful. He forces her head down and kisses her mouth frantically as she rocks on him, breasts crushed against his chest. With her free hand she grabs his hand and pushes it between them, gesturing for him to do the same as she. He feels a rush of arousal and then following it a light dismay.
"Gonna be messy."
She pauses before laughing against his lips and lowers the zipper, directing his hand where she wants it. Gripping himself she continues, pushing her hand into her underwear. She kisses his face as he bucks and jerks underneath her, calling out her name until he frantically starts to fist faster and grab at her face in desperation as she comes, muffling her screams and then using her hair to silence his own.
Red faced, sweaty and breathing hard he doesn't want to look down anymore and she wrinkles her nose, grimacing. Suddenly he laughs and she copies him, poking his chest.
"You prude!"
"No I think that's you."
******
Translation:
* A little more, please.