[Her eyes go wide as he takes her fingers in his mouth, and for a moment she simply stares, more turned on by that than she wants to admit. There's something hypnotizing about how his lips look wrapped tight around something, and she shudders as his tongue slides against the sensitive pads of her fingers, cleaning her off thoroughly.
She undoes his work the moment he speaks. Her hand darts down again, rubbing against herself in quick, hard motions, foregoing teasing entirely in favor of getting what she wants (and that's almost a metaphor, except it isn't, she's just impatient and turned on and so close she'd been ready to beg him if he'd asked for it). Rosalind tips her head, the fingers of her free hand wrapping tight around the back of his neck, her eyes squeezing shut.
It's his name on her lips as she gets closer to her peak, interspersed with whimpers and whispers, fragments of sentences: Jamie please Jamie that's oh just like that that's you feel so good oh god Jamie please-- over and over, her voice higher than it usually is, her hips snapping up again and again.
And there, and her head snaps back, her body spasming beneath him, there, three hard throbbing waves around his prick, and she whimpers as she comes down from it, oversensitive. She's going to scream again in a moment, and dazedly she wonders if she'll come again as he fucks her.]
[ Jamie holds his own orgasm back. If he wanted to he could have completely let himself just melt into her body. Thrusting until he came hard, but he wanted to feel her orgasm. He wanted to feel her come undone around him without his own orgasm putting him into a daze. He wanted her to come. To hear it. Which meant he had focus on not letting himself fall apart to her whispered words and the whimpers that made his whole body shiver.
When he finds the right spot it's pretty clear. She lets Jamie know. She comes and Jamie has to bite down on something just to remind himself not to fall too deep into the pleasure. The tightness around him is almost overwhelming. Her neck will no doubt have a bite mark on it from him. His attempt to keep himself from completely caving there. He was almost ready to for her. ]
Ye were right. [ He smiles against her skin. ] Ye are a good lass. [ He kisses behind her ear and he keeps going. This time clearly working towards his own orgasm. His pace is a little rough, but he was holding himself back so much before to stay with her. ] I'm very close, Ros--[ Her name gets cut off with a rather impromptu curse followed by a moan. ]
[She whispers it, but it's amused, amused and aroused, and maybe once he comes she'll tell him just what she thinks of him calling her that all night. But right now she's concerned about only one thing.
Her hips snap up more readily, meeting each thrust, and though her body feels on fire with oversensitivity, it's a sensation she enjoys. She moans freely, loving it for what it is, feeling her breasts bounce as he fucks her with abandon.]
Come on-- I can feel it coming, come on, sweet--
[She tips her heads, breathing the words against his ear. Her hands drag down, sweeping over his broad shoulders and slipping down his back. She expects smooth skin, perhaps broken up with scars, but what she feels--
She doesn't know what she feels. It's so rough, and for half a second her eyes widen, but she shoves her shock aside. It's scarring or the remnants of a burn, she has no idea what, but she won't ruin things by being a child about it. Her fingers stutter for only a few seconds, then continue their path downwards, til she's gripping his hips tightly.]
[ Perhaps he feels the way her touch stutters, but he's too gone to really and truly make a thing about it. He's too close to really stop and feel shame or fear. Instead he just lets himself enjoy her words. The encouragement. The way her fingers carry onward to touch and to grip him. Her breath fans out against his ear and down his neck and Jamie can't hold on any longer. Not the way she's handling him. The way her hips are coming up for him.
Jamie's fingers dig into the cushions of the couch more and he fucks her. The sound of their bodies meeting echoes around them and Jamie's breathing is rougher. His voice is rough as he says her name. Gaelic curses cutting through him as he fucks her. Two sharp thrusts and Jamie comes undone. His hips grinding against her on the second thrust. His body stills, but after a moment his hips twitch and jerk for a moment. His breathing is jerky and erratic.
No more movement for the moment. He's still on her as he struggles to get his breathing back. He's by no means done, but he's recovering. Breathing quietly into her neck as he finds his "sea legs" once more. Though this is entirely better than being at sea. He can't handle the ocean. ] I dinnae think I woulda minded them seeing that. [ After all he did come in her. It's marking of a sort. ]
[She laughs, quietly and surprisingly lightly, but an orgasm does wonders for her spirits. Besides: of all the people she knows here, she knows she has little to fear from Jamie Fraser. He won't hear her laugh and think her suddenly foolish or incapable.]
I bet you wouldn't.
[She squirms pointedly, pleased despite herself he'd finished in her. It is claiming, though she'd never admit it out loud, and though they might never be in love, it's nice to be claimed.
He ought to finish on her next, she thinks, and tips her head, nosing idly against him.]
Filthy thing . . . what was that you were saying?
[Those curses, she means, and her tongue is clumsy as she tries to repeat them.]
I've never been afraid of showin' off my handiwork.
[ Specifically if he could make a woman orgasm like that. Perhaps not always something he'd want to do. Show off. But in this moment he doesn't mind it. The thought excites him. It's different for him. New. Though that just about sums Rosalind up. Different and new. Their entire relationship is different and new. Though he hesitates to say that word. Friendship? A strange in between he assumes now.
That little bit of extra movement sends shivers through Jamie's spine. He sighs and smiles. It's small movements, but given that he's still inside of her they rocket through like jolts of lightning from the sky. ]
Ye've caught me. Filthy words.
[ Repeating them back word for word now would only make them sound foolish outside of the moment. ]
[But she's content to know the general shape of them, if not the specific meanings. Squirming again (just to tease this time, and the curve of her smirk says as much), Rosalind runs her hands over him again, against his shoulders and down his back, and--
Ah. There's that scarring, thick and overlapping against his back. A whipping? Possibly, but Rosalind knows she hasn't the imagination to know what kinds of weapons might leave those marks on a man. But if it was a whipping, it must have been several over a long period of time; there's so many she's certain he would have died if it was all in one go.
Her eyes flicker up, meeting his, and she tips her head in silent question.]
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Date: 2018-03-21 07:26 am (UTC)She undoes his work the moment he speaks. Her hand darts down again, rubbing against herself in quick, hard motions, foregoing teasing entirely in favor of getting what she wants (and that's almost a metaphor, except it isn't, she's just impatient and turned on and so close she'd been ready to beg him if he'd asked for it). Rosalind tips her head, the fingers of her free hand wrapping tight around the back of his neck, her eyes squeezing shut.
It's his name on her lips as she gets closer to her peak, interspersed with whimpers and whispers, fragments of sentences: Jamie please Jamie that's oh just like that that's you feel so good oh god Jamie please-- over and over, her voice higher than it usually is, her hips snapping up again and again.
And there, and her head snaps back, her body spasming beneath him, there,
three hard throbbing waves around his prick, and she whimpers as she comes down from it, oversensitive. She's going to scream again in a moment, and dazedly she wonders if she'll come again as he fucks her.]
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Date: 2018-03-21 07:35 am (UTC)When he finds the right spot it's pretty clear. She lets Jamie know. She comes and Jamie has to bite down on something just to remind himself not to fall too deep into the pleasure. The tightness around him is almost overwhelming. Her neck will no doubt have a bite mark on it from him. His attempt to keep himself from completely caving there. He was almost ready to for her. ]
Ye were right. [ He smiles against her skin. ] Ye are a good lass. [ He kisses behind her ear and he keeps going. This time clearly working towards his own orgasm. His pace is a little rough, but he was holding himself back so much before to stay with her. ] I'm very close, Ros--[ Her name gets cut off with a rather impromptu curse followed by a moan. ]
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Date: 2018-03-21 07:43 am (UTC)[She whispers it, but it's amused, amused and aroused, and maybe once he comes she'll tell him just what she thinks of him calling her that all night. But right now she's concerned about only one thing.
Her hips snap up more readily, meeting each thrust, and though her body feels on fire with oversensitivity, it's a sensation she enjoys. She moans freely, loving it for what it is, feeling her breasts bounce as he fucks her with abandon.]
Come on-- I can feel it coming, come on, sweet--
[She tips her heads, breathing the words against his ear. Her hands drag down, sweeping over his broad shoulders and slipping down his back. She expects smooth skin, perhaps broken up with scars, but what she feels--
She doesn't know what she feels. It's so rough, and for half a second her eyes widen, but she shoves her shock aside. It's scarring or the remnants of a burn, she has no idea what, but she won't ruin things by being a child about it. Her fingers stutter for only a few seconds, then continue their path downwards, til she's gripping his hips tightly.]
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Date: 2018-03-21 07:52 am (UTC)Jamie's fingers dig into the cushions of the couch more and he fucks her. The sound of their bodies meeting echoes around them and Jamie's breathing is rougher. His voice is rough as he says her name. Gaelic curses cutting through him as he fucks her. Two sharp thrusts and Jamie comes undone. His hips grinding against her on the second thrust. His body stills, but after a moment his hips twitch and jerk for a moment. His breathing is jerky and erratic.
No more movement for the moment. He's still on her as he struggles to get his breathing back. He's by no means done, but he's recovering. Breathing quietly into her neck as he finds his "sea legs" once more. Though this is entirely better than being at sea. He can't handle the ocean. ] I dinnae think I woulda minded them seeing that. [ After all he did come in her. It's marking of a sort. ]
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Date: 2018-03-21 07:58 am (UTC)I bet you wouldn't.
[She squirms pointedly, pleased despite herself he'd finished in her. It is claiming, though she'd never admit it out loud, and though they might never be in love, it's nice to be claimed.
He ought to finish on her next, she thinks, and tips her head, nosing idly against him.]
Filthy thing . . . what was that you were saying?
[Those curses, she means, and her tongue is clumsy as she tries to repeat them.]
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Date: 2018-04-28 08:02 am (UTC)[ Specifically if he could make a woman orgasm like that. Perhaps not always something he'd want to do. Show off. But in this moment he doesn't mind it. The thought excites him. It's different for him. New. Though that just about sums Rosalind up. Different and new. Their entire relationship is different and new. Though he hesitates to say that word. Friendship? A strange in between he assumes now.
That little bit of extra movement sends shivers through Jamie's spine. He sighs and smiles. It's small movements, but given that he's still inside of her they rocket through like jolts of lightning from the sky. ]
Ye've caught me. Filthy words.
[ Repeating them back word for word now would only make them sound foolish outside of the moment. ]
Singing yer praises. In a colorful way.
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Date: 2018-05-01 05:34 am (UTC)[But she's content to know the general shape of them, if not the specific meanings. Squirming again (just to tease this time, and the curve of her smirk says as much), Rosalind runs her hands over him again, against his shoulders and down his back, and--
Ah. There's that scarring, thick and overlapping against his back. A whipping? Possibly, but Rosalind knows she hasn't the imagination to know what kinds of weapons might leave those marks on a man. But if it was a whipping, it must have been several over a long period of time; there's so many she's certain he would have died if it was all in one go.
Her eyes flicker up, meeting his, and she tips her head in silent question.]