Entry tags:

medusa, milliways, sam linnfer

Slow and Steady (Milliways)
TITLE: Slow and Steady
FANDOM: milliways_bar
WORDS: 305
PAIRING: Sam Linnfer/Medusa
PROMPT: icon reading "wicked fingertips"
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: Sam Linnfer isn't mine, but this version of Medusa is.

Slow and Steady

She likes your hands. You are clever, quick-thinking and witted, and as you told her, you've been with many people, male and female and in-between. And she is easy to read, open and complicated, yes, but open, and she likes your hands.

She likes your hands on her waist, pick her up and pull her close. She liked your hands before, running up and down her skin, gentle here, rough there; liked it and kissed you before her mind tripped down dark lanes and memories. You, as in the both of you, hadn't done anything like that since.

(You, as in just you, wake up with the memory of her claws never-quite-scratching your skin and it makes you shiver)

But she doesn't move away as you kiss her shoulder. She doesn't move away as you send your fingertips lightly down one of her wings and she doesn't move away as you move from metal feathers to her warm skin. Down her back until it's linen, not skin, down past the dip of waist and then up following the curve. Down the back of her right thigh, her calf and at her ankle she stops and sits up. Watching you.

You give her a little smile that makes her blush.

And, slowly, gently, your fingertips trace a pattern back up her slender ankle and along her calf and under her dress. Somewhere around her knee she reaches out and fists your shirt as she pulls you to her. It's a slightly awkward kiss, given positions, but you shift and put one hand on the grass to balance. You kiss her back, just as slow and teasing as your fingers glide up her inner-thigh.

She doesn't move away, not even when your clever, clever fingers reach the warmth of her and make her whimper in your mouth.