Moving Day (for dontthinkabout)

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Ariadne knew that the day all their new furniture got delivered to the condo would be busy - she'd done her best to time all the delivery arrivals so that there wouldn't be too much of a clusterfuck, but inevitably there were about three trucks parked on the street at any given time.

And she had a lot of burly delivery men to direct.

"Master bedroom, please," she said firmly to one group, then turned to another couple of guys, who were hauling her drafting table. "Careful with that, please take it to the breakfast nook, that space to the back of the kitchen with all the windows. Thanks..."

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[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He pressed his hips into hers. “Then I’ll say it for as long as I live.”

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"I think that's a good plan," she said, tugging on his shirt. "Showing me often is also a good plan."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

“A good plan, indeed.” One hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, fingers skimming across her stomach.

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"I can't wait to see what you have in mind." She squirmed a little, coy.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He smirked as he lifted her shirt over her head. Trailing kisses from her neck to her chest and down her stomach, he got to work on the front of her pants.

[chesstotem]

She squirmed, toying with his hair absently as she watched him, her eyes already starting to go hazy with lust.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

Once her zipper and button were undone, Arthur pulled down her pants and underwear until they were completely off. He kissed the inside of her thighs, inching higher and higher to the juncture of her legs,

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Ariadne whimpered a little, spreading her legs wide for him and tangling one hand in those ridiculously high-thread-count sheets she'd bought.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He breathed warm air over her before licking a stripe up her folds, teasing, tasting. With the tip of his tongue, he circled her clit agonizingly slow.

[chesstotem]

She moaned at the contact, already wet for him. She hooked one leg up over his shoulder, by way of encouragement.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

And it did as he took that hard bud between his lips and sucked to suck gently, tongue flicking it.

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"Oh god, Arthur, yes..." she babbled, eyes falling shut, knuckles going white as she gripped the sheets tightly.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He started to suck her clit a little less gently than before, wanting her to come.

[chesstotem]

It was almost embarrassing, how quickly he could get her to this point, but it was hard to care, when it felt so good. All it took was a few minutes of him really focusing on her and she came, shuddering and moaning his name.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

Arthur is nothing if not a skilled and attentive lover, so when she came he smirked against her, licked her folds a few more times and started trailing kisses up her body.

[chesstotem]

She spent a few moments catching her breath, fingers tangling in Arthur's hair again as she watched him. "Think you can make that happen a couple more times tonight?" she asked eventually, a lazy smile turning up her mouth.

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I believe I can." He matched her smile as his hand went around her back and unclasped her bra. When he pulled away the garment and tossed it onto the floor, he circled his thumbs around her hard nipples. "Think you can do something for me?"

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"Anything," she murmured, her hands going to the waist of his pants. "This?"

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking you could ride me," he replied.

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She grinned, tracing his length through his pants. "I suppose I could do that."

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He let out a soft groan before his hips grinded into hers.

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Deftly, she undid the button, and the zipper, and slipped her hand inside. "Like that?"

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

He nodded, already too incapacitated to speak. Instead, he let out another groan, louder this time.

Mm, icon.

[chesstotem]

She grinned, nudging him over onto his back. "Told you the mattress is comfortable." She didn't waste any time shoving his pants and underwear down, to grasp his cock again and begin stroking in earnest.

I know. ;)

[dontthinkabout.livejournal.com]

Arthur breathed in sharply, hips rising off the bed. “Ariadne,” he groaned, eyes closing shut.