(I just really liked the Laura/Taliesin suggestion, oops) -- "You always have me, dear," Laura-as-Vex says, smiling at Taliesin-as-Percy, with just a slight wink as punctuation.
"I know," comes the reply. "It's half the point of sharing a bedchamber."
That gets a round of raucous laughter from the entire room, including some of the camera crew, and especially from Laura herself. But there's a heat to Taliesin's gaze when she looks at him again, and it tugs at something low in her belly, making her look away and take a long drink of water.
It stays with her the rest of the game, a sort of fluttery, nervous feeling in her chest, which is stupid, she's not a teenager. But she drags her feet getting her bag together, and notices Taliesin doing the same. He walks up to her once the room's mostly empty, laying a hand at the small of her back.
"Come on," is all he says, and she hopes the flush in her cheeks isn't obvious as she follows him down the hall.
--
"Here?" she hisses, even as Taliesin has her up on the counter, hands against her waist under her shirt.
"We've been worse places," he reminds her, voice muffled against her neck.
"I know, but - " She's interrupted by a sharp shiver as his fingers skim the waistband of her jeans. "We're not even in a stall!"
He leans back just enough to let her see the gleam in his eye.
"Exciting, isn't it?"
"Oh my god," is her only reply, but then he's got her jeans halfway down and his hand in her panties and words cease to be a necessity.
It's not new, the two of them like this. They usually try for at least a little more discretion, but they're both pent up, and the muffled sound of voices threatening discovery at any moment does heighten her nerves, make every movement that much sharper.
He's got two fingers inside her and his thumb against her clit, and she's stroking him with quick movements, twisting against the crown of his cock, already slick with precome. Her shirt collar's been yanked aside and he's sucking a mark into her shoulder, her head tipped back and her bottom lip between her teeth.
He steps back suddenly, dragging at her jeans until they're off completely, and he picks her up from the counter to turn her around, facing the mirror. She rests her forearms on the counter and her head on her forearms as Taliesin positions himself behind her, driving into her in one smooth motion, up to the hilt.
"Fuck," she whispers, and he echoes the sentiment a moment later.
"You're alright?" he asks, and she nods rapidly.
"I'm fine, just move, please, I need - " She doesn't finish the sentence as he does what he's told, thrusting into her. She rocks forward with the force of it, having to brace herself on the counter, and he pulls her back towards him by the hips.
Her eyes are closed at first, as she tries to listen for approaching footsteps. But Taliesin whispers "look at us" after a moment and she opens them, glancing up into the mirror. Her pupils are blown wide, mouth dropped open and a flush across her cheeks, and over her shoulder Taliesin is in much the same state, one hand on her shoulder now as he fucks into her, over and over. The sight of them rocking in tandem, even if she can't actually see where their bodies are joined, sends a little thrill through her, and she has to lift a hand up to her mouth to muffle a moan.
Taliesin's eyes are intent on her visage in the mirror, and he stifles a noise of his own at the sight of her teeth pressed into her knuckle. His thrusts grow faster, more erratic, and the press of his fingers into her thighs and the sight of his face lost in bliss sends her over the edge, her knees seeming to turn to liquid a moment later.
As a result, he's basically holding her up when he comes, a groan stifled behind clenched teeth as he presses with the pads of his fingers, trying to avoid scratching her. The mark on her shoulder was reckless enough.
"Shit," he whispers, slumping foward onto her back for a moment, before straightening and letting her turn to face him. "That was - "
"Incredibly stupid and poorly thought-out and impulsive," she finishes, before dragging him down by the shirt collar to kiss the abashment off his face. "And really, really hot," she adds, with a wide smile. He matches it, leaning in for another kiss. "I'm not saying make a habit of it," she adds after he steps away, retrieving her pants.
"Of course not," he says, but he's smiling, and she gives him a long, suspicious look as she gets dressed.
"I'm serious, Taliesin."
"I know you are."
"Taliesin!"
He just winks at her, and she can only be offended for a moment before she dissolves into laughter.
Excitement (Laura/Taliesin, Semi-Public, NC-17)
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"You always have me, dear," Laura-as-Vex says, smiling at Taliesin-as-Percy, with just a slight wink as punctuation.
"I know," comes the reply. "It's half the point of sharing a bedchamber."
That gets a round of raucous laughter from the entire room, including some of the camera crew, and especially from Laura herself. But there's a heat to Taliesin's gaze when she looks at him again, and it tugs at something low in her belly, making her look away and take a long drink of water.
It stays with her the rest of the game, a sort of fluttery, nervous feeling in her chest, which is stupid, she's not a teenager. But she drags her feet getting her bag together, and notices Taliesin doing the same. He walks up to her once the room's mostly empty, laying a hand at the small of her back.
"Come on," is all he says, and she hopes the flush in her cheeks isn't obvious as she follows him down the hall.
--
"Here?" she hisses, even as Taliesin has her up on the counter, hands against her waist under her shirt.
"We've been worse places," he reminds her, voice muffled against her neck.
"I know, but - " She's interrupted by a sharp shiver as his fingers skim the waistband of her jeans. "We're not even in a stall!"
He leans back just enough to let her see the gleam in his eye.
"Exciting, isn't it?"
"Oh my god," is her only reply, but then he's got her jeans halfway down and his hand in her panties and words cease to be a necessity.
It's not new, the two of them like this. They usually try for at least a little more discretion, but they're both pent up, and the muffled sound of voices threatening discovery at any moment does heighten her nerves, make every movement that much sharper.
He's got two fingers inside her and his thumb against her clit, and she's stroking him with quick movements, twisting against the crown of his cock, already slick with precome. Her shirt collar's been yanked aside and he's sucking a mark into her shoulder, her head tipped back and her bottom lip between her teeth.
He steps back suddenly, dragging at her jeans until they're off completely, and he picks her up from the counter to turn her around, facing the mirror. She rests her forearms on the counter and her head on her forearms as Taliesin positions himself behind her, driving into her in one smooth motion, up to the hilt.
"Fuck," she whispers, and he echoes the sentiment a moment later.
"You're alright?" he asks, and she nods rapidly.
"I'm fine, just move, please, I need - " She doesn't finish the sentence as he does what he's told, thrusting into her. She rocks forward with the force of it, having to brace herself on the counter, and he pulls her back towards him by the hips.
Her eyes are closed at first, as she tries to listen for approaching footsteps. But Taliesin whispers "look at us" after a moment and she opens them, glancing up into the mirror. Her pupils are blown wide, mouth dropped open and a flush across her cheeks, and over her shoulder Taliesin is in much the same state, one hand on her shoulder now as he fucks into her, over and over. The sight of them rocking in tandem, even if she can't actually see where their bodies are joined, sends a little thrill through her, and she has to lift a hand up to her mouth to muffle a moan.
Taliesin's eyes are intent on her visage in the mirror, and he stifles a noise of his own at the sight of her teeth pressed into her knuckle. His thrusts grow faster, more erratic, and the press of his fingers into her thighs and the sight of his face lost in bliss sends her over the edge, her knees seeming to turn to liquid a moment later.
As a result, he's basically holding her up when he comes, a groan stifled behind clenched teeth as he presses with the pads of his fingers, trying to avoid scratching her. The mark on her shoulder was reckless enough.
"Shit," he whispers, slumping foward onto her back for a moment, before straightening and letting her turn to face him.
"That was - "
"Incredibly stupid and poorly thought-out and impulsive," she finishes, before dragging him down by the shirt collar to kiss the abashment off his face. "And really, really hot," she adds, with a wide smile. He matches it, leaning in for another kiss. "I'm not saying make a habit of it," she adds after he steps away, retrieving her pants.
"Of course not," he says, but he's smiling, and she gives him a long, suspicious look as she gets dressed.
"I'm serious, Taliesin."
"I know you are."
"Taliesin!"
He just winks at her, and she can only be offended for a moment before she dissolves into laughter.