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Haven't decided on a title yet.
*is nervous* Ooooh, this is so nerve-wracking. It's like opening my first review in my inbox ever all over again.
Anyway. The smut.
Rand/Min, all that jazz...
A/N: My first attempt at smut. Bear with me here.
His mouth on hers was so sweet. At last. After days of holding herself to quick kisses and teasing touches, he was here, she was here, and there was something. Her clothes couldn’t come off quickly enough. And neither could his.
He kissed her, hungry, his mouth hot and eager on her neck, her shoulders, his breathing fast and hard in her ear. She felt a vague fear at his voracious hunger, his ravenous need, but it washed away as he held her so close, skin against skin, his heart thudding fast underneath her skin. His lips, kissing away her tears, and needing her, wanting her. It was glorious.
“Min,” he said, thickly, still kissing her, his hands stroking her hair tenderly in sharp contrast to his hungry kisses. “Min, I love you, I love you…” She didn’t want him to talk. She wanted his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his ruffled mop of tawny hair and pulled his head down, needing his touch. She needed reality, needed something to hold her to reality. She pressed her lips against his, breathing his name into his open mouth, sharing a breath before he slid his tongue into her mouth, caressing her with that same gentleness he’d used when he ran his fingers through her hair. His kiss was so warm, so real and alive, his hands on her shoulders, running along her back, feeling every ridge and contour of her skin. Min’s blood raced, her heart pounded. Her body yearned for him with every fiber. She whimpered, her hands clenching on his shoulders. She saw him wince as her nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t pull away.
He released her from that deep, loving kiss and moved lover, kissing her neck, her shoulder, his tongue exploring every inch of her skin, fumbling toward something near and wonderful. He hardly knew what he was doing, and neither did Min, but all they knew was that they needed to learn every piece of the other’s skin, feel every touch and enjoy every delicious moment. His mouth found her breast, kissed it, caressed it, taking her suddenly erect nipple into his mouth. She shuddered, her hands kneading his shoulders, running over his neck and back. He held her, his hands wrapped around her wrist, his eyes closed, running his tongue lazily over her skin, tasting her. She trembled, hot and cold shivers running in turns over her body. She closed her eyes and twitched convulsively, and could take it no more.
She shoved him back, straddling him, and held his arms firmly. “My turn,” she breathed, and kissed his chest, his abdomen, tasting the salty sweat that left a sheen on his skin. She caressed his shoulders, her fingers continuing to knead his skin, then moving lightly down, barely touching his skin. He moaned slightly and arched his back. He pulled her down on top of him, one hand cupping her breast, the other moving down to caress her buttocks, pulling her up toward him in a sudden grip. She felt his hand combing through the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her legs, teasing the curly hair, and then his hand moved lower and she gasped, her body bucking at his touch. Her blood burned, racing through her veins. “
“Not yet,” he gasped, his hand sliding once more between her legs. She felt a surge in her lower stomach and jerked again, whimpering slightly. He moved his hands, tenderly, trailing them over her skin. Her heart pounded faster till she thought it might pound its way right out of her chest and lie there beating on the floor. He grasped her buttocks, stood up as she wrapped her legs around him with a small squeak, clinging to his neck. He laid her gently on his bed, his hand lingering over her hair, touching it, and then he was straddling her, holding her, suddenly nervous and fumbling, realizing that neither of them really knew what to do. He kissed her mouth again, stroking her tongue with his, and she surrendered.
“Will I hurt you?” he asked, his voice so small and concerned.
She laughed, and pulled him down, her hand caressing him into life. “
He kissed her again, his mouth once more hot on her neck and shoulders, his hesitancy fading away. He was hard against her thigh, and she arched her back to him, pressing her breasts against his chest with a small noise that might have been a moan. Neither of them could take it any more.
He thrust into her, hard and hungry once again, as voracious as he had been at the beginning. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling his down, pressing her mouth to his. She hardly noticed the sharp pain, the sudden explosion of light behind her eyes that might have been the pain or the bliss. She breathed in a great, sharp breath, feeling him inside of her, and felt whole for the first time since she’d first known how much she desired him.
He rode her hard, almost vicious, but there was no pain, only bliss and a peculiar tenderness in the eager hunger of his kisses on her breasts, her lips, her face. He relaxed, his tension building and releasing, and heat filled deep parts of her, pleasant and welcome. He started to pull away, that hunger burning in gray eyes fading, but she pulled him to her again, held him close, wrapping her legs around him, feeling his back beneath her fingers. Burning the memory of this into her mind.
She’d kissed stableboys, let them touch her (touch her, no more) – and lived to regret it – but this was one tryst she would never regret.
*nervesnerves*
Comment, please!
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Next up, some Galad/Mat smut, right? ;-D
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Thank you so much - that feels nice to hear you say that. Finished Mat/Galad, working on Mat/Logain...be excited! *grinsnerk*
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Thank you! *beams*
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That's true, I suppose - I think I'm a little too much of a romantic to write SMUT smut...fluff will always be my favorite!
Thank you! *gets slapped* Whee!
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