Happy holidays Drabble #1
Dec. 15th, 2010 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessYeah I'm getting a few of these done early....
TitleMaking Music
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cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer all rights belong to Arakawa-sensei
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Gracia/Maes
Timeline/SpoilersSomewhere between Maes’s wedding and episode 25 I guess. No direct spoilers
Word Count 300
Warning does sex need a warning?
Summary Their anniversary is his favorite time of the year
Author’s Note written forsalomesensei for my holiday request offer and for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic_bakeoff’s carry prompt and holiday bonus
XXX
“This is my favorite holiday,” Maes said, carrying his wife over the threshold.
“Is an anniversary technically a holiday?” Garcia steadied herself against him as Maes let her down.
“I say yes and how could there be a better one than the day you agreed to be my wife?”
Gracia stole a kiss. “A very good day indeed.” Her hand closed over his and she led him into the bedroom.
Tugging his shirt out of his pants, Gracia ran a hand over his taut belly. She circled a finger over his navel then down over the front of his trousers, feeling his cock twitch.
His mouth descended on hers, hot, hungry as his tongue slid inside her. Gracia kicked off her heels. Maes stopped her from undoing her garters. “Leave them.”
Maes lifted her up again, carrying her to the bed before unzipping her dress. While she wiggled free, he shucked out of his clothing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gracia ran a hand up her thigh, toying with those garters then she slipped a finger inside her panties.
Maes’s eyes widened. The pink tip of his tongue rolled over his lips. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Maes kissed the side of her knee then sucked a garter into his mouth, managing to undo it.
“Magic lips.” She grinned.
“Just getting started,” he promised as she lifted her hips, pulling her panties down.
Maes was as good as his word. His lips and tongue danced over her damp folds, dipping in and out of her until Gracia moaned and writhed on the bed. Joining her, Maes slid into her, their bodies like a symphony, fitting together, full of allegros and adagios until the final explosive measures.
Cradling her in his arms, Maes whispered. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
TitleMaking Music
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer all rights belong to Arakawa-sensei
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Gracia/Maes
Timeline/SpoilersSomewhere between Maes’s wedding and episode 25 I guess. No direct spoilers
Word Count 300
Warning does sex need a warning?
Summary Their anniversary is his favorite time of the year
Author’s Note written for
salomesensei for my holiday request offer and for fanfic_bakeoff’s carry prompt and holiday bonusXXX
“This is my favorite holiday,” Maes said, carrying his wife over the threshold.
“Is an anniversary technically a holiday?” Garcia steadied herself against him as Maes let her down.
“I say yes and how could there be a better one than the day you agreed to be my wife?”
Gracia stole a kiss. “A very good day indeed.” Her hand closed over his and she led him into the bedroom.
Tugging his shirt out of his pants, Gracia ran a hand over his taut belly. She circled a finger over his navel then down over the front of his trousers, feeling his cock twitch.
His mouth descended on hers, hot, hungry as his tongue slid inside her. Gracia kicked off her heels. Maes stopped her from undoing her garters. “Leave them.”
Maes lifted her up again, carrying her to the bed before unzipping her dress. While she wiggled free, he shucked out of his clothing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gracia ran a hand up her thigh, toying with those garters then she slipped a finger inside her panties.
Maes’s eyes widened. The pink tip of his tongue rolled over his lips. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Maes kissed the side of her knee then sucked a garter into his mouth, managing to undo it.
“Magic lips.” She grinned.
“Just getting started,” he promised as she lifted her hips, pulling her panties down.
Maes was as good as his word. His lips and tongue danced over her damp folds, dipping in and out of her until Gracia moaned and writhed on the bed. Joining her, Maes slid into her, their bodies like a symphony, fitting together, full of allegros and adagios until the final explosive measures.
Cradling her in his arms, Maes whispered. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
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