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1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
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6. Go for it!
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7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's
eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
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Date: 2012-03-31 08:53 am (UTC)Vermont. Rug. Have at it.
bonus if there's sexy times in the snow before/after.
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Date: 2012-03-31 09:01 pm (UTC)VERMONT part 1
Date: 2012-04-03 01:12 am (UTC)"What are you doing outside?" he laughed.
"It's too cold in there." she mumbled into the back of his coat.
Peter laughed. "It's worse out here."
"Out here there's something the indoors can't offer at the moment."
"Oh? And what's that?" He asked with a grin.
"You."
He turned in her arms to kiss her pink nose. "I need to get the wood for the fire silly."
Pouting, Olivia replied, "I don't need a fire. You can keep me warm." She hinted with a smile, earning her another laugh from him.
"Well that is true. But I can't heat the entire cabin by myself, now can I?" He chuckled.
***
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "How's that?" he asked as the flames crackled before them.
"It's perfect." Olivia whispered. Peter turned back to look at her, her beautiful face washed with the orange glow of the fire. As he joined her on the rug, their backs against the couch, he admired the soft pinks still peppering her face from the cold minutes before. Olivia snuggled against him, drawing his heat closer.
"Are you still cold sweetheart?" his question was soft.
"No..." She replied dreamily and moved to rest her head in his lap as they stared at the flames before them. His hand gently stroked her hair, occasionally catching in tangles, he worked through them gently and she barely even noticed. He was touching her, that was all that mattered. Her Peter. Hers. Always.
Smiling softly, she sat up and tenderly kissed him. "I love you." She whispered against his lips.
"And I love you." He replied, filling her heart with warm desire at his first mention of those three words aligned perfectly together.
She smiled and pressed her forehead to his his, closing her eyes. "You were right. A vacation is just what I needed. What we needed..."
He flinched in slight surprise as he felt her fingers move to work at the buttons on his jeans.
"Aren't these uncomfortable?" she asked softly.
He shook his head. "No."
Thinking for a moment, Olivia bit her lip. "I think they are."
"I'm fine Livia." he laughed.
"Take them off."
Rolling his eyes teasingly, he lifted his hips to shimmy them down. He kicked them off and to the side.
"Better?" he asked.
She nodded and cuddled close to him once more. Laying her head in his lap again, she closed her eyes. She shifted several times, trying to get comfortable. Face turning red, trying to relax, Peter grumbled, "Dammit woman stop moving around down there." he murmured with an awkward laugh.
"Sorry. I forgot." Olivia turned her head and kissed his member through his boxers.
She smiled as he twitched beneath her. intrigued by the game, she nuzzled her nose in the fabric and Peter's hand that had been rubbing her back stopped suddenly and clenched the fabric of her shirt.
"Livia..." he warned. She pressed on and soon felt him hardening against her face, his breathing growing ragged.
Olivia smiled and began mouthing his crotch through the fabric. Her teeth moved to the waist band of his boxers and she tugged hungrily, inching them downward. He lifted his hips to help her and she pulled them down to expose his thick rod waiting for her. Smiling she lightly kissed his tip. Peter's hips shot upward. It had been so long... Months since she had taken him in that sweet clever mouth of hers. The way she used to dance around him...
Olivia rubbed her cheek against his dick, enjoying his little tremors as she did so. She softly kissed up his shaft and flicked her tongue lightly across his tip. Peter groaned.
"You okay?" She whispered after a soft kiss to the base of his shaft.
"What do you mean?" He breathed heavily.
Olivia sat up for a second. "This isn't weird for you? If you want me to stop, I-"
"Sweetheart. Nothing has ever felt more right. And the last thing I want you to do is stop..." he murmured, caressing her cheek. Blushing slightly, Olivia smiled. She knew everything they had been through and what they had done in the past. And yet, at the same time it felt new in a way...
Re: VERMONT part 1
Date: 2012-04-03 01:30 am (UTC)Re: VERMONT part 1
Date: 2012-04-03 06:33 pm (UTC)VERMONT Part 2
Date: 2012-04-07 10:48 pm (UTC)"Peter I-" He stopped her sentence, stopping her from worrying, and grabbed her face in his hands.
"Hush." His thumb pulled her bottom lip downward. In the glow of the fire he saw her eyes sparkling, she seemed so... Afraid.
"I'm not going to change my mind, Olivia." He whispered. "I promise I'm not going to leave you." after pausing to tuck himself back into his boxers, Peter leaned her backward, easing her to lie on her back as he loomed above her. She stared up at him, beaming, loving him with all she had. She'd go to the ends of the earth for him. He meant more to her than anything or anyone in the world.
"I trust you." She murmured.
Peter sat back and tugged on the drawstrings of her sweatpants. "Aren't these uncomfortable?" he teased with a grin.
She nodded, giggling. "Yes, actually they are."
"Hmmm." He mused, his fingers toying with her waist band. "Well I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable on your vacation." She smiled and closed her eyes, soaking in the feeling of Peter's gentle hands as the made quick work of ridding her of both her pants and her apprehensions.
Peter stopped, pausing to stare at the beautiful woman before him. In her cotton undies, her white socks and long sleeved shirt; Her blonde hair splayed on the rug behind her, her head turned to the side, the fire illuminating her face.
He bent to run his nose along her jugular. His fingers slipped up her shirt and he fanned his hands out upon her belly, dancing across her soft flesh.
"You are so beautiful." He murmured.
She whimpered impatiently. "Please..."
"Please what sweetheart?"
Olivia squirmed beneath him, "Please don't make me wait..."
Humming to himself, Peter peeled her white unmentionables down her legs, taking his time. He balled the pair of underwear in his hands and pressed them to his face, breathing her in.
"Hm."
Olivia glared at him from the floor. "Peter..." She whined,
Smiling slightly again, he moved to push her ankles towards her, bending her knees. He could literally feel the heat between her legs that radiated from her achy core. He wanted to bury his face in her folds, to spread her arousal against his lips... Taste it on his tongue.
But he knew she wouldn't last much longer and he wanted her to come first around him, clenching her walls tightly against him, using her pent up strength to draw it out deliciously. Olivia was a fighter and a screamer during her orgasms.
Peter was hesitant to even press a finger to her clit, for fear of setting off the bomb. Instead her glared between her legs as he struggled to pull his boxers down past his throbbing swollen cock.
At the sight of it again Olivia gasped. "Oh god..."
"If at anytime you want me to stop, just say so and I promise I will." He whispered as he stretched and toyed with himself in his hand.
"I know!" She grumbled, squirming with anticipation.
Laughing at her eagerness, Peter pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. He tried to swiftly slide in but found her tight and narrow, almost virginal.
She howled, gasping and clutching for traction as he continued to push himself deeper into her. Her fingers spread across her her skin bellow her belly like always, so she could feel him from outside as he moved within her.
"God damn..." He grunted, struggling to move in and out of her. It didn't take long before he felt her break, shattering around him. Olivia bucked her hips, welcoming his own bounty into her body. He came hard with her, filling her with such pressure. He pulled out of her and she felt his seed seep from between her legs and onto the rug beneath them.
She laid back gasping, "Oh Peter.., "
"Are you comfortable now?" he asked with lidded eyes as he laid across her.
Re: VERMONT Part 2
Date: 2012-04-08 04:26 pm (UTC)