Title: Halfway to Bliss
Author: RavenWolf
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/K
Disclaimers: Don’t even go there. Not mine.
Summary: What summary?
A/N: Smut. Pure PWP. Written for Kelsey on her birthday. Have a good one, sweetie!
I suppose it was her first time. For all her talk and bravado, the way she trembled under my hands made me think it was her first time. I don’t know for sure, though, and for that, I guess I should be regretful.
With the house full of SiTs, we didn’t get much time alone. A touch under the dinner table. A make out session on the couch. At night in bed, she would lay next to me, so close that I could feel her breath, hot on my cheek. But we never did anything, because there were girls everywhere, people to see. And as loopy as I can be sometimes, I’m not into exhibitionism.
So one morning, I led her to the bathroom. It was early yet, the girls just barely stirring. Xander’s snoring could be heard from below where he slept on the couch. The acid pink of morning was just beginning to show on the fringes of the clouds.
She followed me, dark eyes wide, first with questioning, then with excitement. I pulled her in with me and the door shut behind us with a quiet snick.
Instead of the awkward moment I had anticipated, the moment the door closed, her lips were pressed to mine, hands tangled in my hair. I smiled into the kiss and then began to kiss back, my mouth moving as if to devour her. Our lips crushed together and our tongues banged against each other, and through it all, the slick, dangerous taste of her was forever on my mind.
She smelled of potential power. Not quite there, but almost. I guess that’s what it is to be a Potential. And in that moment, she smelled of bittersweet arousal.
I pushed her up against the doorway with a soft thud. My hands fell to her arms, my fingers gently stroking even as I tried to pull her apart with my mouth.
I finally fell back. She was out of breath, and I was just the tiniest bit proud. With Tara, it had been all about trusting, about exploring, about sweet, tender sex with the aftertaste of love. But with Kennedy, it was about fire. Wild hot passion that ripped through us both until we didn’t care that we weren’t alone, that anyone could just walk in and see us. With her, it was about power and almost-power. About something teetering on the verge of love, but still on the side of lust.
I think that then, it fully hit her what we were going to do. A shy yet seductive smile curved her lips, and I reached to brush her hair back from her face in a surprisingly tender moment. My hand fell to her shoulder then, and slid down to the top button of her shirt. I undid the top button, our skin brushing together for only the briefest of moments. Enough to send another tingle racing straight between my legs.
Another button. Gently, even though I was getting impatient. So damn many buttons. All so small. I didn’t look at her face, focused completely on my task. Another. And another. My hand brushed against her breast, and she gasped softly. She moved slightly so that my hand now rested on her. I looked up at her then, and smiled a little nervously. Her eyes were wide and dark, her lips swollen from our kiss. One of her arms came up and I felt her hand rest against my back. Silent permission to continue.
Two more buttons, and her lacy red bra was revealed. Her breasts heaved beneath it as she panted, and I could see the rises in the fabric where her nipples had peaked.
I wanted to rip her shirt away, but I continued with my agonizingly slow task of undoing each one. Finally, she shrugged her way out of the shirt, and her hands came to rest on my arms. Her dark hair fell in a curtain around us, and one of my hands moved to caress her breast. She leaned her head back slightly and pulled herself closer, so I could feel the hotness of her, burning through the material of her pants.
I kissed her again, and our bodies rubbed together in just the right way, sending curls of friction and heat to my center. I moaned slightly. It had been so long...since Tara. I cupped her in my hand, feeling the weight of her, admiring the olive hue of her skin.
Feeling bolder, I moved my other hand down to touch her nether regions through her pants. She squeaked and ground herself down on my hand. I knew the feeling.
Impatient, she undid the drawstring on her sweats and pushed them down, revealing matching red panties. The material accented her beautiful skin tone, and I just had to touch. So I trailed one of my hands across the soft skin of her flat belly, and she shivered. Good.
I pushed her back up against the door, our breasts rubbing together. Our breath mingled, and so, unable to resist, I kissed her again. The taste of her sent shocks to the already throbbing wetness between my thighs. God, I wished she would touch me.
She spread her legs a little bit wider, giving me access to her most secret place. My hand dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, bringing them with it, until they were around her knees and her sex lay bare.
Lovingly, I caressed the thick, dark curls that covered it. She was trembling, her body pressed back against the door. “Kennedy,” I whispered. Her eyes immediately focused on me at my words. I realized that it was the first time I’d spoken to her the whole time. “Just relax.”
She exhaled softly and nodded. I slipped my index finger into her. Immediately, I felt her silken walls contract. Her breathing became more ragged. I moved my finger slightly, curling it and twisting it. Making sure to rub it against her clit.
I knelt down in front of her. She knew what I was going to do, I think, because her body tensed back up. Instead of saying anything, I pressed butterfly kisses to her stomach and ran my other hand up and down her body. Stroking her heated skin gently. Then I brought my mouth to her, and licked her sex gently. She gave a long, low moan, and shuddered slightly before bucking into my face.
It was okay, though, because I was ready for her. The sweet/salty taste of her flooded my mouth, and I sucked her sensitive pearl of flesh into my mouth. I sucked gently, and she thrust her hips forwards again. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me. Her hands fell to my hair, stroking spasmodically.
I smiled and began to french kiss her. My tongue swirled around inside her, tasting her essence. Her springy black curls brushed against my face and nose. I closed my eyes and tried not to be overwhelmed by the taste and scent of her. She was so beautiful, so strong.
Then I brought her clit back into my mouth, and sucked. Hard. I think she bit her lip to keep from screaming as she came, and a new flood of wetness poured into my mouth. I took it all, and then licked her gently one last time, before standing up.
She looked dazed, and I gently pulled her underwear back up. She seemed to snap out of it, then, and collected her sweatpants, throwing them on and slinging her shirt loosely around her shoulders. Someone knocked on the door.
I wiped my mouth of her sweet juices, and we shared a slow and tender kiss. It only brought my arousal higher, but the knocking on the door came again, more insistent. She smiled at me, dropped her hand to cup my sex, and whispered four words. “It’s your turn next.”
Then we left the bathroom, both of us blushing bright red, especially when one of the potentials waiting for the bathroom gave a wolf whistle.