fandom_muses June Topic: picture prompt.
Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House MD
Rating and Notes: Soft R. This takes place according to the canon developed between mcgill_pride and dr_greghouse_md. No in character responses, obviously, as this didn't actually happen and Wilson wouldn't tell anyone about it.
Prompt: Here
Words: 408
He's got your wrists pinned above your head and your shirt's unbuttoned, laying open. You keep your eyes glued to the ceiling, focusing on every sensation and trying to keep from moving. When his tongue starts to lap at your stomach and his free hand cups your cheek, you can't help but whimper. You inhale sharply, shrinking away from his mouth, and close your eyes tightly. He strokes your face and runs his thumb over your lips. You open your mouth and suck on his finger for a second, but then you have to let go and grit your teeth because he's kissing your chest again. He drags his hand down your throat, painting your collar bone with his fingertips and sweeping his palm down your stomach, feeling the curve between your ribs. You're squirming a little, because your skin is on fire. Your skin's on fire and you want to feel him on top of you. At the same time you can't help but try to sink deeper into the mattress, because he's taking his time. He's doing this for you. To show you.
God, his mouth is everywhere. And his lips are soft and he's blowing cool streams of air against your wet skin. You're breathing faster now and your hips roll forward, but his hand's firm grip immediately stills you. He kisses your stomach some more, nuzzling your abdomen and breathing you in like you're the only thing worth remembering in life. You're not trying as hard to keep quiet now, groaning and murmuring and struggling against his hold on your wrists. His mouth travels higher and his hand releases your hip, cupping your cheek again and urging you to look at him. So you open your eyes and look at him. He kisses you slowly and presses his body against yours, listening to every sound you make and stroking your hair softly. Then he lets go of your wrists and rolls his hips forward, breaking the kiss and resting your foreheads together. He's trying to show you. And he's doing a damn good job.
So you close your eyes again and move with him, because you know the next time you open them you'll be alone. Alone in the dark of your hotel room with your hand under the covers and no one showing you anything at all.
You kiss his lips and squeeze your eyes shut tightly and let him show you anyway.
Fandom: House MD
Rating and Notes: Soft R. This takes place according to the canon developed between mcgill_pride and dr_greghouse_md. No in character responses, obviously, as this didn't actually happen and Wilson wouldn't tell anyone about it.
Prompt: Here
Words: 408
He's got your wrists pinned above your head and your shirt's unbuttoned, laying open. You keep your eyes glued to the ceiling, focusing on every sensation and trying to keep from moving. When his tongue starts to lap at your stomach and his free hand cups your cheek, you can't help but whimper. You inhale sharply, shrinking away from his mouth, and close your eyes tightly. He strokes your face and runs his thumb over your lips. You open your mouth and suck on his finger for a second, but then you have to let go and grit your teeth because he's kissing your chest again. He drags his hand down your throat, painting your collar bone with his fingertips and sweeping his palm down your stomach, feeling the curve between your ribs. You're squirming a little, because your skin is on fire. Your skin's on fire and you want to feel him on top of you. At the same time you can't help but try to sink deeper into the mattress, because he's taking his time. He's doing this for you. To show you.
God, his mouth is everywhere. And his lips are soft and he's blowing cool streams of air against your wet skin. You're breathing faster now and your hips roll forward, but his hand's firm grip immediately stills you. He kisses your stomach some more, nuzzling your abdomen and breathing you in like you're the only thing worth remembering in life. You're not trying as hard to keep quiet now, groaning and murmuring and struggling against his hold on your wrists. His mouth travels higher and his hand releases your hip, cupping your cheek again and urging you to look at him. So you open your eyes and look at him. He kisses you slowly and presses his body against yours, listening to every sound you make and stroking your hair softly. Then he lets go of your wrists and rolls his hips forward, breaking the kiss and resting your foreheads together. He's trying to show you. And he's doing a damn good job.
So you close your eyes again and move with him, because you know the next time you open them you'll be alone. Alone in the dark of your hotel room with your hand under the covers and no one showing you anything at all.
You kiss his lips and squeeze your eyes shut tightly and let him show you anyway.