'Tell me a secret.'

'What kind of secret?'

'Anything. I just want to know something new.'

'Well... I put banana-flavoured milk on my cereal this morning.'

'...Ew. And that's not what I meant. I want to know something special. Something from deep inside your heart.'

'I... I loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Even though you ( Read more... )

Her heart is beating so fast she thinks it might burst through her ribcage.

Try as she might, she cannot flip him to place herself on top. She is trapped beneath him, at the mercy of his erratic rhythm and it's heaven. Beads of sweat trace down his cheeks, glistening. With her arms pinned above her head and his teeth leaving marks on her breasts, ( Read more... )

'Sexist pig!'

Ryker dodges a vase then a heavy leather bound book. Sappho makes a grab for another weighty tome, hissing as her gauzy shawl gets in the way. Quick as a flash, Ryker darts forward and pins her against the wall. He seizes her wrists and pins them against the wall just above her head. She yelps in protest, struggling against his body ( Read more... )

'What the hell was all that about?'

Ryker glances up from his laptop as his wife enters the bedroom wearing a gingham apron and a scowl. He returns his attention to his email, peering over his glasses as he works.

'What was all what about?' He asks.

Sappho narrows her eyes and folds her arms. 'You know perfectly well what I'm talking about.'

( Read more... )

He would kill for her, plain and simple.

How could he not when she's curled up so perfectly in his bed? Naked in the yellow wash of the flickering streetlamp outside, her hair a midnight halo curling and coiling on her pillow. He bought this house to be near her thinking that perhaps she might visit from time to time and now here she is, all his ( Read more... )

Atthis sits on the edge of the bed and fiddles with her bag, fixing the buckles over and over. She wonders if Ryker can see her cheeks flushing through her curtain of fiery red hair. He stands in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame as he watches her. Atthis' heart beats faster with every moment spent in awkward silence.

Eventually ( Read more... )

For Austin.

His wrists hurt from straining against the sleek grip of his own tie but he doesn't care. He can't care, not when her hips move in such perfectly tight circles. He's so tantaizingly close that he can feel his entire body going taught. God, she's so... so good.

The wantonness of his moans surprises them both as his head rolls on the ( Read more... )

For Austin.

The muffled thump of fists hitting flesh and the grunts of pain and exertion are sweet music to his ears.

Connor watches in the doorway as Ryker beats the prisoner senseless. In the half-light of the cellar, the satisfying spots of crimson spatter the dusty concrete floor. The prisoner slumps forward in his bonds, blood dripping from his ( Read more... )

For Lauren. A dedicated Sapphonnor shipper.

Click.

Cold metal around his wrists.

'You bitch.' Connor growls, tugging against the cuffs until his shoulders burn. The bed creaks beneath him. Above him, Sappho simply smirks. Her blouse is unbuttoned halfway down, her silk bra on display mere inches from his face. He surges up towards her, intent on ( Read more... )

Fluffy little ficlet about Modern!Will and Modern!Sappho. Yes, surprise surprise.

The remembers the sound of the doorbell ringing, far too loud, far too shrill. He remembers shuffling to the door, his colossal hangover making each step agony. He remembers opening the door and seeing Sappho's heartbroken, tear-streaked face and he certainly remembers ( Read more... )