War Memories
That night had been playing in her mind for years. Even now.
He had been more experienced than her. But maybe only slightly. The alcohol that coursed through their veins had been their trigger apparently to take thing further. She was currently laying in the bed, both of them were naked.
"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was several notches down than usual and muffled by her skin. He's teasing, she knows he is, but the way his grip on her tightens, the way his fingers press into the fat of her thighs so that he can tug her just a bit higher up on his own lap — it makes her breath hitch. Her body is tilted at an angle, her hips in the air with how he's propped her up on his thighs while her knees press in on either side of his waist.
One of his hands leaves her spine to squeeze the soft dough of her thigh before making a slow trail up, settling his palm over the thin cotton at the apex of her thighs. His thumb presses down softly against her clit through the fabric and Theseus watches intently as she lets out a breathy sigh when he draws a slow circle against her.
She still hasn't dignified him with an answer, opting to pinch her lips together as his thumb slips down a little further to press into the wetness that's begun to soak through the fabric, his finger dipping in and pushing cotton into her opening with it.
“Need me to make you feel better, honey? Is that it?” Theseus asks. The grin in his voice was audible, but when she blinked her eyes open to get a good look, she found him peering down at her with awe and hunger swimming in his eyes. When he catches her gaze, the corners of his lips pull up a little more and his thumb moves back to rub at her clit over her underwear, “Need me to make you a little stupid? Huh? Work some of that stress outta your head?”
Her jaw had gone a little slack with the way he was circling her bud with easy drags, knowing exactly how much pressure to use and what angle felt the best and- He asked her a question — What had been the question?
“Huh?” She asks quietly, the sound half a question and half lost to the moan working its way up her throat.
The smile on Theseus' face goes soft and he leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek, right at the corner of her mouth. Her lips pursed and her chin tips up in an attempt to meet him, but he's already leaning back so that he can watch the drag of his finger over her panties.
The circles he's been drawing slowly, growing unhurried and leisurely. The movement of his thumb is agonizingly slow now and she huffs in frustration and moves her hips up in a silent demand.
“Alright, alright,” He laughs, leaning in to press one quick kiss to her mouth before he begins to make his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw and neck in his wake, “Settle down. I got you.”
He makes a small detour at her chest to bunch her bra up at her collarbones, exposing her tits so that he can leave a cluster of bites on the supple flesh. She gasps at the sharper bites, keening a little, but he's already peppering kisses over the abused skin and moving farther down. His tongue dips out between his lips, the warm wetness making her squirm a bit as he moves in a slow line down her stomach. Lower, lower. When he reaches the waistband of her panties, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and pulls just a little, exposing the sliver of sensitive skin. She gasps again at the sharp sting of his teeth when they scrape harshly over her hip bones and her hips lift again on instinct.
Theseus takes pity on her and finally eases her underwear down her thighs. The tension is broken for a brief moment as he struggles to coax the fabric past her knees and around her ankles without dislodging her from his lap, a small huff of laughter escaping her when he curses quietly.
He rids her of the article but immediately brings her ankle up to nip at her foot in reprimand, pushing her thigh up against her stomach with the movement.
“You gonna behave?” He asks while he curls his fingers around her ankle.
“Mhm.” She hums and the small nod of her head is paired with a coy smile.
“See, I don't know if I believe you,” Theseus says with a small laugh and an absentminded peck to her skin, his teeth scraping the bottom of her calf with his grin as he does so, “You've got that look in your eye.”
“What look?” She questions curiously, a little lightheaded with the way his lips press a small line of kisses from the top of her foot all the way up to her shin and then back down again.
“The look that says you're feelin' a little bratty.” He tells her
She scoffs in indignation and his teeth nip at her ankle bone again, successful in cutting the sound off before she can say anything to the contrary.
“You gonna let me take care of you, or what?” He asks seriously, eyebrows raising a little as he fixes her with a stern look.
She nods and her eyes go a little wide at the tone of his voice, her cunt clenching with the flash of warmth that rushes down her spine.
“Good girl.” Theseus murmurs with a grin, already beginning to kiss a slow trail up from her ankle. His lips press into her skin in an irregular pattern of teeth and tongue, briefly broken up with gentle pecks as he makes his way up the length of her leg toward her naked cunt.
As he finally reaches his destination, he urges the bend of her knees over his shoulders, her legs framing his head nicely as he dips to press an agonizingly gentle kiss to her clit. She fights the jolt in her hips, making an effort to keep her muscles taught, but then he does it again, his lips parting just enough to nudge the little bud with the tip of his tongue, and she's lifting toward him without really meaning to.
“Sorry, sorry.” She apologizes breathlessly before he can scold her, fingers curling into the duvet as she settles her hips against the mattress again.
“Atta girl.”
He kisses her clit gently again and he bites back a whine at the soft press of lips against her. His wide palms run up and down the outside of her thighs and he turns his head to where her legs are draped over his shoulders to suck softly at the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. Her brows furrow at the sting of the bruise he's leaving there but she manages to stay still and the praise he murmurs against her skin in return makes her head feel a little light.
Another small series of kisses marks his path back to where she wants him most and his voice is quiet as it reaches her ears, “No more stress sweetheart. You know I got you, right?”
“Mhm.” She agrees quickly, fingers tightening around the blankets in anticipation.
And then his mouth is on her again and she finds it a little hard to breathe. He doesn't ease into it, there are no teasing licks up the length of her folds nor are there any more agonizingly gentle kisses. His mouth closes around her clit, sucking softly, tongue laving over the bud before he's sucking again.
A weak little cry pushes its way out of her, another coming just a moment later when Theseus scrapes his teeth against her gently as he works, his tongue quick to soothe over the sensitive nub in apology. He kisses her clit like he can't get enough, licking and leaving wet little pecks only to close his lips around it again a second later.
Minutes pass. Her mouth doesn't even close between moans anymore, lips permanently parted to let out a near-constant stream of tiny whines and breathy gasps and desperate whimpers. her whole body feels like a live wire. The nonstop stimulation to her most sensitive muscle leaves her teetering on the edge of something earth-shattering despite it not managing to peak yet.
His teeth catch against her again and she gasps sharply, the sound tearing from her dry throat as her hand shoots up to grab a fistful of his hair.
Her back arches of its own accord, hips canting toward his mouth as another choked sound drags its way out of her throat. She feels like she could come any second — has felt a little like she might come any second for the past ten minutes at least — and it's making everything a little fuzzy around the edges. She tips her head to the side against the pillows while warmth creeps along her neck and spreads down her spine. It crawls all the way to her toes as her eyes pinch shut, fighting to hide the way that they're starting to cross embarrassingly from the pleasure.
“Fuck,” She whines with a stuttered breath at the feeling of his lips closing around her again, sucking so delicately at her sensitive bud, tongue rolling against it softly within the suction of his mouth. “Fuckfuckfuuucck-”
He finally gives her a small response, a quiet, noncommittal hum that rumbles through her cunt and has her hips spasming with a thrum of pleasure. Theseus brings one hand from where it had been drawing absentminded patterns along the length of her thigh and drops it to rest over her torso instead. He firmly pushes her hips back down without ever slowing his skillful mouth and she can't hold back a quiet whimper as she's immobilized, the restless movement transferring almost immediately into a tremble in her thighs and stomach, the muscles beneath quivering and jumping under her skin.
His palm is warm and heavy where the weight of it is spread over her ribs. The width of his hand has his fingers curling around her waist while his thumb begins to drag back and forth over her tummy in long, smooth strokes. His soothing touch is a tether in the dark and she clings to it desperately, her fingers tangling tighter in his hair as she grapples for something to keep her steady amidst what's beginning to feel a little like it might be a constant, never-ending orgasm.
A noise rips from her so choked off that it sounds a bit like it might've been punched out of her chest and her hips jump again. The shakes in her thighs and stomach seem to spread, her whole body beginning to quake through stuttered breaths that might actually be sobs.
It's then that Theseus finally peers up at her, blue eyes meeting her own and taking in the mess she's become under his ministrations. He still doesn't pause, doesn't slow, but he does raise his eyebrows in silent question as his fingertips dig into the doughy flesh at her waist.
Her free hand grabs ahold of his forearm with an iron grip and a few tears actually break free and fall back into her hair when the warm fog creeps impossibly further across her body, clouding what little remained of the blurred edges of her mind. Any shreds of lucidity are gone as her eyes roll back with a high-keening moan. Her hips stutter wildly now, thighs tightening around Theseus of their own accord as her never-ending orgasm seems to finally crest and send her hurtling over the edge that she's been dragging on for so long.
It's possible she blacked out. The next thing she becomes aware of is Theseus pressing loud, smacking kisses to her pelvis, the insides of her thighs aling her scars with characteristic tenderness, her belly, and her ribs, his lips are gentle against her skin as the soft sound of the kisses breaks through the fog in her head. By the time he settles on top of her, hands slipping beneath her sweat-slicked shoulders to rest his weight on his elbows underneath him, the heavy beat of your heart is a loud echo in your ears. He was already inside of her. Their moans drawing out the sound of the war around them. That had been the best night of her night. It had only happened three more times. But she would never forget.
She found him sitting in their old spot in the trees. He hurriedly got up from his seat by the leaves and tried to approach her. She moved with purpose as she grabbed hold of his face and slammed their lips together. No better time than the present right?