Unlikely Union - Consummating
Michelle leaned against the doorframe of her… home, she supposed. They were officially married. For three weeks, now.
After she had gotten used to the wild carrot seeds, even got Njall to grow some, Adra had agreed and now they were… married.
And then distractions came up. The tournament. The following festivities. Gabrielle being flirted with by foreigners. Velius getting flirted with by foreigners and those getting a little bit too interested. Clean-up afterwards...
They had been busy, is what it is.
Now they weren’t.
Well. Except Adra sewing. As he always did. But there was no urgent project, he had even looked up when she first came in. Therefore. Negligible.
So now.
It was time, was it not?
She walked over to the couch and plucked the fabric and needle out of his hands.
Unsurprisingly, he frowned at me: “Lady Michelle, I must protes-“
“Sh!” said lady huffed, safely and carefully putting his work away. Then, she sat down on his lap, leaned forward and put an arm right and left of his shoulders on the couch.
His frown, unfortunately, deepened.
“Lady Michelle, I was in the middle of working, I am sure whatever it is can wait, certainly.” And he put his hands to her waist to remove her.
Michelle barely felt the pressure and stayed put. Merely used two fingers to guide his face back to face her: “No, I think it waited enough. I’m going to kiss you now, husband” And, after a huff of his, she did just that.
He only twitched away the tiniest bit when she captured his lips. There was no dead skin whatsoever. Nothing scratchy. All smooth, full lips. With hers scraping over them. He might have been tickled when he pulled back his lower lip.
Nibbling his lower lip was… nice. Full and inviting. And with a little indent. She licked over it and he completely reclined against the couch. And she followed, the hand on his cheek wandered in his – way too short – hair.
When the hands on her waist settled and dug in to keep her there, she slipped her tongue into his mostly unresisting mouth, testing his teeth before he pulled back with a scowl, to kiss her lips again, one hand leaving her waist and opening her dress at the hidden mechanism at the side: “Cleaning this is a true hassle,” he admonished, before looking up and said: “… if you want to continue, I mean”
For a confused second, Michelle looked at the hand on her hip, then at Adra’s slightly swollen lips and back to her hip, then pulled the dress off over her head herself. When pulling it off completely, she sat closer to his body than his knees, said: “Yeah,” and continued to kiss him.
He still seemed miffed and looked after the dress, but closed his eyes with a sigh, sending warm breath over sensitive lips.
When Michelle shivered slightly, he spread out his hands over her back, pulling her closer, further against him, brushing at the bandages she used to hold back her breasts.
To Michelle, Adra smelled nothing like the men she trained with every day. He smelled… clean. And of flowers. Much different from Gabrielle, though. Mmmh.
This time, he did not break away when Michelle slipped her tongue between his lips, gradually nipping and kissing and exploring. While her hand did the same. Unbuttoning Adra’s shirt, scraping along his hairless chest…
His dark skin was fascinating. All smooth and soft. Taken care of properly.
With one last nibble on his lower lip, she opened her eyes slightly and kissed along his jawline, down his neck, sucking on the skin close to his collarbone, with an affronted noise, that turns into an audible breath when she ground her hips a bit Adra-wards. His hands pressed into her skin, too.
“Oh… that… is interesting?” Michelle said, between kisses, and raised her brows at him when pressing down. His hips moved against hers. “You seem to be… as well?”
“Mmmmmh…” he didn’t seem have to say anything, but didn’t keep her deft fingers from opening his trousers – and pants, for good measure – either.
“Ooooh… interested, indeed,” it likely had been a long time. But it was a good girth. A nice length.
When she wrapped a hand around it and squeezed experimentally, he sucked in air and again tightened his grip to her waist. He looked a bit wary at the touch, peering down at her.
After a few strokes, she asked: “May I?” It was pretty late a question, but he nodded, curtly, and kept his eyes half-lidded and focused on her.
But, with the allowance, she aligned herself and sunk down, slowly, wriggling her hips on the way down. It was easy, it had been some time for her as well. It certainly was not a bad feeling. Being filled. Being full. She let out a groaning sigh, settling and rolling her hips on him.
The reaction was subdued. Really, almost nothing. His mouth had opened. He breathed faster. He still looked at me with half-lidded eyes. A tiny bit of white, better visible with his complexion.
Less contrast might not have been visible to her, either.
Just breathing while around him already made her hands and toes tingle slightly. It had been some time.
She rolled her hips with another sigh, repeating the motion a few times, feeling fingers dig in and move up and down, stroking her skin, stroking downwards.
“Good?” She asked, more breathless, now. One arm on his shoulder.
“Mmh, yeah, I can help to-“ his hand moved a little shakily from her waist.
“No, no… not today,” she put the hand back.
And started to actually move, leaning back slightly, shuddering when it hit just the right spot.
The rhythm got reaffirmed by his hands, then his hips, if only slightly.
The tingling just got worse, every push accompanied by a sigh, a whimper for every lift from her, much louder than his controlled breaths, his shaky hands betraying him anyway.
His hand clasped her shoulder: “You took… you took the seeds?”
Michelle nodded. Nodded confused, and then Adra slid down a bit and he hit deeper and-
“HAH!” she shuddered, and sped up the rhythm, now chasing the tingling situation, while Adra moaned all the same, moving with her until the tingling turned to white and her legs bucked under her, shaking while Adra continued to move, slowly, a little.
When the ringing in her ears subdued, she still heard a slight moan coming with every ingle one of Adra’s breaths. And she leaned forward – causing both to shudder – and kissed him.
A messy thing.
And then nuzzled his nose: “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
He opened his eyes, taking two deep breaths, then: “… we’ll talk later”
And pulled her into another kiss. For now.
This… could be repeated. Definitely.
