Ravishing
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Steins
Prompt: Perfection or Flaws
Notes: For 30 Sexy Fics
Warnings: Implied sex, imagery
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Victor's feeling his age.
12: Perfection or Flaws
He saw himself in the mirror every morning and it became a little harder to deny his age.
He’d been able to pull off mid-twenties for a few years. His hair had yet to go gray. His face sported fewer wrinkles than most men his age. He wore glasses, but he certainly wasn’t blind. He was in good shape. He was… active in bed.
But every day, some creak or crease would make itself known and he wondered why Janet didn’t just leave.
He was sure she could have any man she wanted. Any woman, too, for that matter, though he didn’t think she swung that way. But still, she didn’t have to stay.
Victor sighed and decided to forego shaving. A little stubble never hurt anyone, and he didn’t have classes to teach today, anyway. He set the razor down on the edge of the sink and brushed his teeth.
Janet smiled sleepily at him from the bed when he stepped out of the bathroom. She stretched her arms over her head, sheets clinging to her curves. He bit his lip and sat down on the corner of the mattress.
“Morning, sunshine,” he teased. She’d used that one on him more than once and turnabout was fair play.
“Hey,” she breathed.
It wouldn’t take much effort to tear the sheet from her body and have her in just the right position for quick sex. Or slow, languorous, time consuming sex. Whichever.
She hugged herself, arms outlining her breasts and pushing them together. Gave him a tantalizing glimpse. It was too much to keep his hands to himself, and he reached up and cupped her face.
“You don’t have class today, do you?” Janet asked.
“No.”
“Good.” She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him down onto the bed beside her. He settled in and lay back to let her tear at his clothes. Janet’s brand of ravishing was always quite the experience.
“I hope you don’t have anything to do for classes tomorrow, either, because I’m not inclined to let you up,” she pointed out.
“No. I’m probably about to learn a thing or two, anyway,” he replied.
She grinned and very happily applied herself to his buttons.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Steins
Prompt: Perfection or Flaws
Notes: For 30 Sexy Fics
Warnings: Implied sex, imagery
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Victor's feeling his age.
12: Perfection or Flaws
He saw himself in the mirror every morning and it became a little harder to deny his age.
He’d been able to pull off mid-twenties for a few years. His hair had yet to go gray. His face sported fewer wrinkles than most men his age. He wore glasses, but he certainly wasn’t blind. He was in good shape. He was… active in bed.
But every day, some creak or crease would make itself known and he wondered why Janet didn’t just leave.
He was sure she could have any man she wanted. Any woman, too, for that matter, though he didn’t think she swung that way. But still, she didn’t have to stay.
Victor sighed and decided to forego shaving. A little stubble never hurt anyone, and he didn’t have classes to teach today, anyway. He set the razor down on the edge of the sink and brushed his teeth.
Janet smiled sleepily at him from the bed when he stepped out of the bathroom. She stretched her arms over her head, sheets clinging to her curves. He bit his lip and sat down on the corner of the mattress.
“Morning, sunshine,” he teased. She’d used that one on him more than once and turnabout was fair play.
“Hey,” she breathed.
It wouldn’t take much effort to tear the sheet from her body and have her in just the right position for quick sex. Or slow, languorous, time consuming sex. Whichever.
She hugged herself, arms outlining her breasts and pushing them together. Gave him a tantalizing glimpse. It was too much to keep his hands to himself, and he reached up and cupped her face.
“You don’t have class today, do you?” Janet asked.
“No.”
“Good.” She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him down onto the bed beside her. He settled in and lay back to let her tear at his clothes. Janet’s brand of ravishing was always quite the experience.
“I hope you don’t have anything to do for classes tomorrow, either, because I’m not inclined to let you up,” she pointed out.
“No. I’m probably about to learn a thing or two, anyway,” he replied.
She grinned and very happily applied herself to his buttons.