Title: "O Come All Ye Faithful"
Author: monimala
Rating/Classification: AC for adult language, sexual situations, humor, V/Lamb, 675 words.
Disclaimer: No, seriously, they're not mine and I'm reallllly not profiting. I swear.
Summary: As much of a PWP as I can do. There's not too much porn but it's definitely lacking in plot! 15th in the "Between The Rock and a Not-So Hard Place" series but can also stand alone.
"Slide it in."
"Like that?"
"Mhmm…nice and slow."
"G-got it."
"Good, good, now wiggle to the left a little."
"Your left or my left?"
"*Your* left, Veronica."
"There's no need to be…testy…Donald…"
"Easy…for you…to…say."
"Y-you think?"
"Yeah, Babe. You're not the one in handcuffs!"
"It was your idea to teach me how to pick these, Genius." He could feel her pouting against his shoulder. He knew the shape of her mouth better than he knew half of Balboa County's penal codes and statutes.
"I was hoping *you'd* be wearing them," he pointed out, twisting around to face her. Her brow was all wrinkled in concentration and, yeah, she was pouting…her lower lip sticking out, inviting him to nibble on it. So he did, leaning forward and catching it between his teeth, giving her lip a teasing tug.
"I'm *always* in the cuffs!" she pointed out, huffily, batting at his cheek.
'I know. That's how I like it." He grinned at her, licking the corner of her down-turned lip. "And that's how you like it, too…two ruined headboards don't lie."
"Headboards don't actually talk in general, you know."
"Maybe they have the right idea…?" Since he couldn't make suggestive hand gestures, he kissed her as lewdly as possible.
"Donald…you're actually volunteering to shut up? I'm shocked. And possibly appalled."
"Enjoy it while it lasts, Sweetheart."
She made that throaty little moaning sound that he loved, kissed him back, abandoning the lock pick on the bedspread and wrapping her hand around the base of his neck. She straddled his lap, slanting her mouth against his and stroking his tongue with her own. He wanted to grab her hips, to pull her thigh around his waist and rub against her…drive her crazy the way she always, always, drove him. But he couldn't, could he? His hands were caught behind his back and even as his fingers ached to sink inside her, it was Veronica who had the key.
"Free me," he begged into her mouth. "Free me, Mars."
And she did.
Just not the way he'd meant.
"Slide it in," he urged, softly, straining against the cuffs.
"Like that?"
"Mhmm…nice and slow."
"G-got it."
She wiggled to her left. And his left.
She moved up and down so damn nice and so damn slow that it nearly killed him. His balls ached, everything ached, and all he fucking wanted to do was touch her. But he couldn't. So he watched her, listened to her gasp, "Don…Don…oh, God, *Donald*…" (The way she said it when she came was the only reason he let her keep calling him that.) He licked and kissed his way down her throat, burying his face between her tits and hissing, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," because he was going to explode all over the place like Old Faithful. Veronica was going to be cleaning him out of her fucking chest cavity.
He felt the click rather than heard it. He had to give her a massive amount of credit because there was no way he'd have been able to pick a set of cuffs…or form a coherent thought beyond "mmmm, seeeeeeeex," really, with this kind of distraction. And that was his only coherent thought at all before he shook off the metal bands and wrapped his arms around her, bearing her down onto the bed. He made up for lost time by touching her all over…palming her breasts, squeezing her ass…gently thumbing her clit until *she* was the one saying "fuck, fuck, fuck," and going off like a geyser.
Afterward, they lay there in the sticky, tangled sheets…too exhausted to move … too sore to even try. At some point, he was going to the fridge and grabbing a beer and leftover chocolate cake, but that point was definitely not now. Veronica sighed, lazily, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, and he most definitely did not feel a pout. Just a smile. A very satisfied smile.
"How was I, Donald?"
"Spectacular."
"Yeah?"
"You're a natural."
"Wait till you see what I can do with your nightstick…"
--end--
June 24, 2006.