Sanctuary FanFic - Next Time, We're Closing the Door (950 words)
Title: Next Time, We're Closing the Door
Author: sentient_mist
Pairing: Helen/Will. Tiny hint of Helen/Will/Kate.
Category: Smut, yes it's its own category.
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Smut, Bondage
Summary: She likes being reckless.
Author’s Note: This was a prompt fill for sanctuary_kink.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own them.
She circled the metal chair, bolted to the floor, studying its squirming occupant.
“Stop,” she ordered firmly, pleased when he immediately froze.
“Magnus.”
Her glare made anything else he may have said stick in his throat.
In the space of a heartbeat, she was settled on his lap. “You’ve had your fun. Now, it’s my turn to play,” slow, seductive. Caressing his cheek lightly, she kissed him with maddening tenderness, her one concession of the true intimacy of their relationship. “Let me take care of you, William,” she murmured.
As suddenly as it had left, her forcefulness returned. She claimed his lips in a messy, bruising kiss.
Then she was circling her prey again, watching him, moving closer with each circuit, delighted to see his erection already straining against his jeans. The restriction must be painful by now. She palmed him roughly, shivering when he yelped and struggled against his restraints.
“Come now, love, you know the rules.”
He instantly stilled, forcing deep, steady breaths.
“Good.” She smirked, pleased. Tilting her head, she remarked playfully, “If you stay quiet, I may even open the window.”
The sheer terror in his eyes was too much and a laugh escaped her, the sound melodic. “Worried someone’s going to catch us?” she inquired, teasingly running a single, manicured nail down his neck, across his bare shoulder. His shirt had been discarded much earlier in the game.
He remained silent; answering would only prolong his release. She had trained him well. They had trained each other.
Will preferred privacy; locked doors and curtained windows. Magnus preferred the thrill of being reckless; massive windows fronting public areas and doors that were never quite shut. It had nearly gotten them caught on more than one occasion; a concern for him, a turn on for her.
“Who was it last time? My faithful manservant?” she asked, her nail absently tracing the lines of his chest, her touch like fire.
She grazed a nipple and he gasped.
“Or was it Henry?” she continued, unfazed, toying with him. “Perhaps this time it will be Kate.” She paused, eyes glittering with amusement. She knew him far too well. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
A deep flush colored his cheeks.
“Next time, we’ll invite her to play,” she assured, feeling creamy warmth flood her core at the mere suggestion. She was growing impatient.
Slowly, she knelt before him, and it took all of his control not to move. Instincts screamed for him to reach for her; experience told him any action on his part would result in her pulling away.
Delicate fingers grasped him through the denim, gently stroking. He groaned, hips flexing into her touch of their own accord.
Leaning up, she tugged him down for another kiss, causing him to bite her lip when she tightened her fingers around his cock.
“I want you to stay very, very still,” she whispered against his lips.
He gulped.
Pulling back, she crossed to the window, bright sunlight streaming through it, making dust trails dance in the air. She opened it half way, assuring anyone passing by would be able to hear them. Then she moved to the door, cracking it open. Satisfied she returned to her partner, once more kneeling at his feet.
“Okay, love,” soft, tender. He would soon have what he so desperately wanted.
Carefully, she unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them over his hips, then eased his boxers down as well, gently freeing his erection.
He hissed, relieved to be rid of the painfully restrictive clothing.
Standing again, she slowly undressed, clothing dropping to the floor as she was exposed to him bit by bit. Shirt, skirt, bra, stockings, panties; his breathing grew more ragged with each new inch of flesh revealed to him.
“What do you want from me, Will? Tell me what I need to give you today.”
She waited patiently for him to put his brain in some semblance of order.
“I want you.”
“Not good enough.”
“Fuck me.”
A slow smile crept across her face. “Happily.”
She was hot and ready and she sank down on him easily, taking the time to make herself comfortable on his lap, leaning into his chest and resting her head on his shoulder, relishing the feel of him inside her.
She rode him slowly, no more than rocking her hips at first. As her desire built, she lifted herself further off of him, gasping and moaning as each thrust had his cock hitting exactly the right spot. Helen Magnus was loud in the bedroom.
“Will, I need more,” she bit out breathlessly.
As if on cue, footsteps approached from the hallway. “Hello? Doc? Will? Are you back here?”
He felt her tense around him at the sound of Kate’s voice. “Closer,” she groaned into his ear.
Taking a steadying breath, he called out, “Yeah, Kate. Magnus misplaced something. We’ll be up to dinner in a few minutes.”
“You sure? You need any help?” The steps grew closer.
Suddenly, she shuddered around him, arms circling his waist, nails digging into his back. He gasped as her orgasm drew forth his own release.
Closer. “Will?”
“I’m sure. We’ll be there in a minute,” he choked out.
“Okay,” slow, drawn out. The footsteps grew fainter.
She pressed her temple to his chest, clinging tightly.
“If you untied me, this would be a lot easier,” he murmured.
“Of course, love.”
Slipping off of him, she did as he requested, massaging the limbs as she freed them.
Settling sideways in his lap, she laid her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around her tightly.
“Next time, we’re closing the door,” he muttered.
She laughed. “Certainly.” The gleam in her eye said anything but.
Author: sentient_mist
Pairing: Helen/Will. Tiny hint of Helen/Will/Kate.
Category: Smut, yes it's its own category.
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Smut, Bondage
Summary: She likes being reckless.
Author’s Note: This was a prompt fill for sanctuary_kink.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own them.
She circled the metal chair, bolted to the floor, studying its squirming occupant.
“Stop,” she ordered firmly, pleased when he immediately froze.
“Magnus.”
Her glare made anything else he may have said stick in his throat.
In the space of a heartbeat, she was settled on his lap. “You’ve had your fun. Now, it’s my turn to play,” slow, seductive. Caressing his cheek lightly, she kissed him with maddening tenderness, her one concession of the true intimacy of their relationship. “Let me take care of you, William,” she murmured.
As suddenly as it had left, her forcefulness returned. She claimed his lips in a messy, bruising kiss.
Then she was circling her prey again, watching him, moving closer with each circuit, delighted to see his erection already straining against his jeans. The restriction must be painful by now. She palmed him roughly, shivering when he yelped and struggled against his restraints.
“Come now, love, you know the rules.”
He instantly stilled, forcing deep, steady breaths.
“Good.” She smirked, pleased. Tilting her head, she remarked playfully, “If you stay quiet, I may even open the window.”
The sheer terror in his eyes was too much and a laugh escaped her, the sound melodic. “Worried someone’s going to catch us?” she inquired, teasingly running a single, manicured nail down his neck, across his bare shoulder. His shirt had been discarded much earlier in the game.
He remained silent; answering would only prolong his release. She had trained him well. They had trained each other.
Will preferred privacy; locked doors and curtained windows. Magnus preferred the thrill of being reckless; massive windows fronting public areas and doors that were never quite shut. It had nearly gotten them caught on more than one occasion; a concern for him, a turn on for her.
“Who was it last time? My faithful manservant?” she asked, her nail absently tracing the lines of his chest, her touch like fire.
She grazed a nipple and he gasped.
“Or was it Henry?” she continued, unfazed, toying with him. “Perhaps this time it will be Kate.” She paused, eyes glittering with amusement. She knew him far too well. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
A deep flush colored his cheeks.
“Next time, we’ll invite her to play,” she assured, feeling creamy warmth flood her core at the mere suggestion. She was growing impatient.
Slowly, she knelt before him, and it took all of his control not to move. Instincts screamed for him to reach for her; experience told him any action on his part would result in her pulling away.
Delicate fingers grasped him through the denim, gently stroking. He groaned, hips flexing into her touch of their own accord.
Leaning up, she tugged him down for another kiss, causing him to bite her lip when she tightened her fingers around his cock.
“I want you to stay very, very still,” she whispered against his lips.
He gulped.
Pulling back, she crossed to the window, bright sunlight streaming through it, making dust trails dance in the air. She opened it half way, assuring anyone passing by would be able to hear them. Then she moved to the door, cracking it open. Satisfied she returned to her partner, once more kneeling at his feet.
“Okay, love,” soft, tender. He would soon have what he so desperately wanted.
Carefully, she unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them over his hips, then eased his boxers down as well, gently freeing his erection.
He hissed, relieved to be rid of the painfully restrictive clothing.
Standing again, she slowly undressed, clothing dropping to the floor as she was exposed to him bit by bit. Shirt, skirt, bra, stockings, panties; his breathing grew more ragged with each new inch of flesh revealed to him.
“What do you want from me, Will? Tell me what I need to give you today.”
She waited patiently for him to put his brain in some semblance of order.
“I want you.”
“Not good enough.”
“Fuck me.”
A slow smile crept across her face. “Happily.”
She was hot and ready and she sank down on him easily, taking the time to make herself comfortable on his lap, leaning into his chest and resting her head on his shoulder, relishing the feel of him inside her.
She rode him slowly, no more than rocking her hips at first. As her desire built, she lifted herself further off of him, gasping and moaning as each thrust had his cock hitting exactly the right spot. Helen Magnus was loud in the bedroom.
“Will, I need more,” she bit out breathlessly.
As if on cue, footsteps approached from the hallway. “Hello? Doc? Will? Are you back here?”
He felt her tense around him at the sound of Kate’s voice. “Closer,” she groaned into his ear.
Taking a steadying breath, he called out, “Yeah, Kate. Magnus misplaced something. We’ll be up to dinner in a few minutes.”
“You sure? You need any help?” The steps grew closer.
Suddenly, she shuddered around him, arms circling his waist, nails digging into his back. He gasped as her orgasm drew forth his own release.
Closer. “Will?”
“I’m sure. We’ll be there in a minute,” he choked out.
“Okay,” slow, drawn out. The footsteps grew fainter.
She pressed her temple to his chest, clinging tightly.
“If you untied me, this would be a lot easier,” he murmured.
“Of course, love.”
Slipping off of him, she did as he requested, massaging the limbs as she freed them.
Settling sideways in his lap, she laid her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around her tightly.
“Next time, we’re closing the door,” he muttered.
She laughed. “Certainly.” The gleam in her eye said anything but.