A prompt meme I love

[ceitfianna]

As I'm finally filling prompts on my last writing meme and things are starting to slowly happen, it's time for another one.

I'm feeling hopeful about this coming week and month, also Spring keeps surprising me here. One day it will be cold and crisp then suddenly I feel like I need to put away my sweaters. It's confusing but lovely as well.

This feels like a nice metaphor for my life at the moment, lots of quiet moments with bursts of progress.

Give me two characters and a prompt (or not) and I will write porn.

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[ashen_key]

Kait/Sam: all decked in lace and leather

My lady's leathers

[ceitfianna]

Kait enjoyed the fashions in the Old Kingdom, they are all quite practical though with a few more layers than she is used to. The layers are needed as it gets far too cold here but for pure practicality and elegance, the hunting leathers are probably her favorite.

The final fitting for her leathers was going well and she smiled at the softness as the seamstress looked up at her, "Will these suit, my lady?"

"Yes, I think they shall," She ran her hand over the fine stitching where roses had been twined with towers.

As the seamstresses began to pack up, the door opened on Sam who was wiping his face with his shirt, "Hello, those look wonderful."

Kait almost laughed at how quickly the seamstresses ducked out of the room as Sam came forward to kiss her. "You scared that poor girl off."

"No, I didn't. She'll just go tell everyone about how I look at you, which is true," He kept kissing her before starting to carefully untie the laces of her leathers. She twisted her hands into his hair as she was still up on the little riser the seamstresses had brought and drew him close.

As he uncovered her skin, she shifted one hand to his shoulder, clutching at him as he opened the jacket and tugged her lace binding down from her breast to capture a nipple in his mouth. She hooked one of her legs around him as he held her hip with one hand and started on her pants with the other.

Her one standing leg was starting to tremble as he kissed and played with her nipple and she pressed against him, feeling him straining for her and moaned his name. He kissed her as he pulled down his breeches and moved her to the edge of the bed.

Once she felt the wood of it behind her and his hands shifting her underthings, she moved herself onto him and groaned. The bed and their leathers creaked as they rocked together, kissing and holding each other as they slid together.

When she came, she drew her legs around him and pulled him close as he kissed her until she bled. Then after a rather awkward moment, they tumbled onto the bed itself and she managed to say, "You need a bath."

His laugh sent shivers of excess pleasure through her as he said, "So do you."