Kitten Heels (NC-17)
Title: Kitten Heels
Fandom/Pairing: Covert Affairs, Auggie/Annie
Summary: "Please, leave the heels on." Prompt from comment_fic
It’d been a hard day and Auggie thought, for just a second, about not getting up to answer the door. But if it was Joan, not only wouldn’t she go away, she’d call in reinforcements.
“I’m coming!” he finally yelled, hauling himself off the couch. And if he didn’t care that what they were wearing, they could get over the fact that he was just wearing a pair of loose pajama bottoms. “Who is it?”
“Annie,” she called, slightly muffled by the thick door but definitely distinguishable.
And he suddenly wished he’d pulled on a t-shirt. He and Annie were in the middle of an odd…thing, where they were friendly colleagues, friends, but growing into something that neither of them really had the time or inclination to try to label. Parading around half naked wasn’t going to help things any.
But he just pulled open the door and he heard the soft, indrawn breath, smelled her usual, subtly lovely perfume, and was suddenly overtaken with the urge to just reach out and touch her. It’d been a hard day and he didn’t want to carry that home with him. And Annie had a way of both making things harder and better and he was maybe just a little tired of trying to deny that the something they were become was something he really wanted.
Annie took the decision out of his hands, curling a warm, competent hand around his bare upper arm and gently guiding him back so that she could enter. She could have brushed passed him, could have waited for him to step back on his own. Instead, she touched him and that was enough.
As soon as the door was closed behind them, he bent into her, searching for her mouth. He cupped her cheek, tilted her face just slightly, and softly brushed his mouth across hers. She bounced onto her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He started to drag the backwards towards the bedroom and smiled into the kiss at the soft tick tap of her kitten heels.
“Hang on and I’ll-,” she murmured, starting to reach down to pull one off.
“Please, leave the heels on,” he said, smiling, before diving back into a kiss, catching her hand and splaying it against his chest, over his heart.
Her jacket was shed in commute, her shirt untucked from her skirt to reveal skin just as silky, and the slow rasp of a zipper heralded the departure of what was undoubtedly a lovely pencil skirt. His lips never left hers as their hands roamed over bared skin and shoved at silky bits covering the rest of them until they were both equally as naked, all accompanied by the tick tap of her heels.
Auggie lifted her suddenly and spun, her legs wrapping quickly around his hips, the tip of one heel barely pressing into his ass cheek and he tumbled them back onto the bed, knocking the breath out of her as he reached for the drawer of the beside table. Safety first and all that. As soon as she got her breath back, she arched into him, rubbing as much of her skin against him as she could and moaned. Auggie had to drop his face into her neck, just breathe for a second. Because he couldn’t see, sounds and sensation were a major kink and, judging by the way Annie was dragging splayed hands up his sides, smoothing over as much skin as she could, he probably wasn’t alone in that.
He mouthed at her neck as he started drawing light fingers down her sides, rolling pebbling nipples to make her gasp, learning all the spots that made her make the best sounds. She finally started shifting restlessly against him, one leg riding up his side as the other slid down his leg, heels scraping lightly over skin.
“Auggie,” she moaned, pulling at him.
He suited up and let her guide him home, slowly rocking at first. Annie was impatient, though, and shoved up against him, pulling him balls deep into her body. She released a guttural groan that made him shudder and shove hard into her, trying to make her make that sound again. She clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into skin, and the slap of skin on skin drew a myriad of noises from that told him she liked it, do that again, don’t stop until she clenched around him with a whimper, body arching as she started to spasm. Auggie felt his orgasm roll over him and he pressed his face into her neck and drew in the scent of her, of his Annie.
He rolled away before he crushed her and gave them a moment to breathe before he said, “Annie?”
“Yeah?” she said, breath still coming quick.
“No shoes in the bed,” he said and laughed and flung up and arm to block the pillow she swung at him as she gave an indignant squawk. He grabbed her, still laughing, and pulled her over him, laughter trailing off as he slid his hands down her sides until he reached one heel and gently tugged it off. The other followed as she pressed a kiss to his breast bone and his other hand found her hair, a silken, tangled mess. “That’s better.”
Then he rolled them and carefully started to trace light fingers over her face, closing his eyes as she went still beneath him. He shifted until his face was pressed into her shoulder, laying half on her, and his fingers kept moving until he had drawn her image in his mind and her hand had knotted in his short hair. She really was as beautiful as he heard in other men’s voices.
Fandom/Pairing: Covert Affairs, Auggie/Annie
Summary: "Please, leave the heels on." Prompt from comment_fic
It’d been a hard day and Auggie thought, for just a second, about not getting up to answer the door. But if it was Joan, not only wouldn’t she go away, she’d call in reinforcements.
“I’m coming!” he finally yelled, hauling himself off the couch. And if he didn’t care that what they were wearing, they could get over the fact that he was just wearing a pair of loose pajama bottoms. “Who is it?”
“Annie,” she called, slightly muffled by the thick door but definitely distinguishable.
And he suddenly wished he’d pulled on a t-shirt. He and Annie were in the middle of an odd…thing, where they were friendly colleagues, friends, but growing into something that neither of them really had the time or inclination to try to label. Parading around half naked wasn’t going to help things any.
But he just pulled open the door and he heard the soft, indrawn breath, smelled her usual, subtly lovely perfume, and was suddenly overtaken with the urge to just reach out and touch her. It’d been a hard day and he didn’t want to carry that home with him. And Annie had a way of both making things harder and better and he was maybe just a little tired of trying to deny that the something they were become was something he really wanted.
Annie took the decision out of his hands, curling a warm, competent hand around his bare upper arm and gently guiding him back so that she could enter. She could have brushed passed him, could have waited for him to step back on his own. Instead, she touched him and that was enough.
As soon as the door was closed behind them, he bent into her, searching for her mouth. He cupped her cheek, tilted her face just slightly, and softly brushed his mouth across hers. She bounced onto her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He started to drag the backwards towards the bedroom and smiled into the kiss at the soft tick tap of her kitten heels.
“Hang on and I’ll-,” she murmured, starting to reach down to pull one off.
“Please, leave the heels on,” he said, smiling, before diving back into a kiss, catching her hand and splaying it against his chest, over his heart.
Her jacket was shed in commute, her shirt untucked from her skirt to reveal skin just as silky, and the slow rasp of a zipper heralded the departure of what was undoubtedly a lovely pencil skirt. His lips never left hers as their hands roamed over bared skin and shoved at silky bits covering the rest of them until they were both equally as naked, all accompanied by the tick tap of her heels.
Auggie lifted her suddenly and spun, her legs wrapping quickly around his hips, the tip of one heel barely pressing into his ass cheek and he tumbled them back onto the bed, knocking the breath out of her as he reached for the drawer of the beside table. Safety first and all that. As soon as she got her breath back, she arched into him, rubbing as much of her skin against him as she could and moaned. Auggie had to drop his face into her neck, just breathe for a second. Because he couldn’t see, sounds and sensation were a major kink and, judging by the way Annie was dragging splayed hands up his sides, smoothing over as much skin as she could, he probably wasn’t alone in that.
He mouthed at her neck as he started drawing light fingers down her sides, rolling pebbling nipples to make her gasp, learning all the spots that made her make the best sounds. She finally started shifting restlessly against him, one leg riding up his side as the other slid down his leg, heels scraping lightly over skin.
“Auggie,” she moaned, pulling at him.
He suited up and let her guide him home, slowly rocking at first. Annie was impatient, though, and shoved up against him, pulling him balls deep into her body. She released a guttural groan that made him shudder and shove hard into her, trying to make her make that sound again. She clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into skin, and the slap of skin on skin drew a myriad of noises from that told him she liked it, do that again, don’t stop until she clenched around him with a whimper, body arching as she started to spasm. Auggie felt his orgasm roll over him and he pressed his face into her neck and drew in the scent of her, of his Annie.
He rolled away before he crushed her and gave them a moment to breathe before he said, “Annie?”
“Yeah?” she said, breath still coming quick.
“No shoes in the bed,” he said and laughed and flung up and arm to block the pillow she swung at him as she gave an indignant squawk. He grabbed her, still laughing, and pulled her over him, laughter trailing off as he slid his hands down her sides until he reached one heel and gently tugged it off. The other followed as she pressed a kiss to his breast bone and his other hand found her hair, a silken, tangled mess. “That’s better.”
Then he rolled them and carefully started to trace light fingers over her face, closing his eyes as she went still beneath him. He shifted until his face was pressed into her shoulder, laying half on her, and his fingers kept moving until he had drawn her image in his mind and her hand had knotted in his short hair. She really was as beautiful as he heard in other men’s voices.