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jamjar"Davy, I'm home," Io called out, closing the front door behind her and throwing her keys on the table. "You would not believe the day I ha-"
Davy pounced on Io, knocking her to the ground with one hand on her mouth. Her natural reaction- play along, and hope she remembered where she put the handcuffs- was derailed by the panicked expression on Davy's face.
"Don't make any loud noises," Davy whispered, still pinning her to the ground. He lifted his hand off her mouth slowly, eyes pleading with her not to scream.
"What? Why..." And she registered the sweet, familiar smell, the hair coming out of the woven braid he only bothered plaiting when he was doing something messy and the smudges on his face. "Oh no. Davy, please tell me you didn't."
He avoided her gaze. "I really think I have it this time, Io."
"That's what you said the last time, and the time before that, and you know how it turned out."
"I know what went wrong, where I made the mistake and I fixed it, I swear I did."
"Sweetie, it only brings you pain and disappointment, and I don't want to clean up the mess after it breaks your heart again."
Davy looked at her, eyes bright with obsession. "Io, I can do this, I know I can, but if you shout, then it's over."
"Davy, there are other chocolate souffles. Ones that won't tempt you with their recipe, than crush your spirit by falling. You don't need this little cook-tease."
"You've been waiting to use that line for how long?" Davy said grinning down at her. His hair was brushing the side of her face where it had come loose from its plait and there was a smudge of something chocolaty on the side of his face that begged to be licked off. Davy read her expression and pushed himself away from her. Unfortunately, the position they were in meant that it only pressed his hips further down. "Io, wait, we can't do this.
"Honey. we can. We're almost halfway there already." Io smiled sweetly. Davy always seemed to forget that she was stronger than him, she thought, wondering whether she should just flip Davy onto his back, or wrap her legs around him. It was kind of nice when he was all toppy like this, and she didn't want to ruin the nice situation already set up.
Davy was looking at her like a man who knows he's lost, but still refuses to roll over. It was a good look on him, but then most of his looks were. "You know what I mean. No loud noises, and we're, we're not good at keeping quiet." His voice lowered even further and he blushed furiously as he said the last sentence and really, Io didn't know how anyone expected her not to have sex with Davy, right then and there, when he was looking like that.
"Oh, sweetie. You can gag me, if you think that'll help."
"It's not you I'm worried about!" Davy whisper-shouted. He winced at the noise.
"If I wear the gag, we can think of something to keep your mouth occupied. Or the other way round, I'm flexible."
"Uh..." There was a moment when Davy's brain was pleasantly beaten into submission by his libido, before it made a valiant come-back. "It won't work. I'll get distracted and the souffle will burn."
"Maybe we should compromise. We could do it in the kitchen, so you can keep an eye on the souffle. On the kitchen table. There's probably still lots of chocolate and cream you haven't cleared up."
Davy whimpered, but very quietly. "After, after the souffle's finished, we can. As much and as long and as loudly as you want and I can keep up with."
Io pouted. "Okay, there are few problems with that. One, if the souffle's falls, you're not going to be in the mood."
Davy shot her a disbelieving look, which acknowledged it by rolling her eyes. "Okay, but you'll be in a different kind of mood, and besides," she slipped her legs out from under him and wrapped them around his waist, "we're in such a convenient position." He still looked like he could think, she wriggled a little and watched any trace of conscious thought disappear from his mind. There, that was better.
Still, just to make sure... she leaned up and licked the smear of chocolate off his cheek.
"Well, maybe if we..." and then he raised his head. "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Io said in frustration, not bothering to whisper.
"The timer." He smiled at her, anticipation and nervousness warring on his face. "It's ready. Or it's ruined." He jumped off her, leaving her sprawled on the floor, staring at his back as he raced into the kitchen. Oh that was it. You did not leave a horny succubus, who happened to be your girlfriend in a state like this, not if you valued your life. Pissed off, she got and stalked into the kitchen, where her plans for revenge were abruptly thwarted by the sheer joy in Davy's face.
"It worked! Io, it worked." He held out the, admittedly perfect, chocolate souffle's. "I was starting to lose faith, but..." He smiled at her and it was impossible to stay angry in the face of such obvious pleasure and satisfaction. She had one of those moments of I-love-him-so-much that took her breath away.
"It looks great, Davy," Io said. She took in a deep breath and the wonderful, chocolate smell almost made her swoon. Primitive, instinctive parts of her brain stirred. "So great, in fact..."
She picked up a tea towel and swiped it out of his hands before he could blink, racing to the bedroom.
She locked the door behind her and sat down with her back against it, souffle's dish resting on a pillow on her lap and started to dig in, ignoring the increasingly frantic knocks from the other side.
"Mmm. Mmmm. Bacchus, this good," she moaned, her head falling back as she savoured the perfect chocolate souffle's. "Oh Davy, you have no idea... ooh."
"Io! You can't lock yourself in the bedroom, eating my souffle's like that" Davy said, trying to reason with her. "It's, it's cruel and... it's my souffle's! And you're my..."
She waved a hand, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "Sweetie, I love you, but this isn't eating, it's an act of worship, and as a woman and a lust fae I'm telling you to leave me alone with... my god, that's good."
"What? What is? Is it the cinnamon? Should I have tried it with vanilla? Are you naked?" The thumping sounds went on, although judging by the sound, Davy had probably stopped using his fists and started banging his head against the door.
"I'll try and save you some," Io said, giving up using the spoon and digging in with her fingers. "Or, maybe you could just lick the crumbs off me."
"Io, open this door now," Davy said, sounding three feet away from the end of his tether.
Oops, maybe that had been going a little. She straightened up, still cradling the souffle's protectively and unlocked the door, jumping back when it burst open.
Davy stared at her, breathing heavily. Io tried an apologetic smile, then ruined it by licking her lips to catch a crumb. He looked at the wreckage of the souffle's, than at Io's expression which managed to look wonderfully post-coital and still hungry at the same time. She held out her hand. "Want a taste?" she said, wriggling her souffle's covered fingers. "It's good, I promise."
Davy held her hand in both of his and licked it clean, leaving Io shivering and wondering if, maybe, she should put the souffle's down and finish eating it later. Maybe. Davy looked up, still holding her hand, eyes smirking like he knew just what she was thinking. "Why don't we compromise?" He said. "You can give me the rest of the souffle's, and then you can lick the crumbs off me."
"But you won't appreciate it like I would!" Io said, not caring about the slight whine in her voice. She sighed and reluctantly held out the souffle's. "All right, we can eat it together and off each other. And I hope you realise how much I love you, because I wouldn't give up this to just anyone." She sat down on the bed, putting the souffle next to her. After a moment Davy joined her on the other side of the dish. He dug in with her discarded spoon and swallowed thoughtfully while Io scooped out handfuls.
"You know, I was going to give Fen the recipe, if it worked," Davy said. He took another spoonful.
Io's eyes widened. "I wonder what it'd take for Stone to stay quiet the souffle's baking. And I've heard about Fen and chocolate... you think Bonnie would want to do some kind of pay-per-view with me? We could dress up like Magenta and Columbia..."
end.
Davy pounced on Io, knocking her to the ground with one hand on her mouth. Her natural reaction- play along, and hope she remembered where she put the handcuffs- was derailed by the panicked expression on Davy's face.
"Don't make any loud noises," Davy whispered, still pinning her to the ground. He lifted his hand off her mouth slowly, eyes pleading with her not to scream.
"What? Why..." And she registered the sweet, familiar smell, the hair coming out of the woven braid he only bothered plaiting when he was doing something messy and the smudges on his face. "Oh no. Davy, please tell me you didn't."
He avoided her gaze. "I really think I have it this time, Io."
"That's what you said the last time, and the time before that, and you know how it turned out."
"I know what went wrong, where I made the mistake and I fixed it, I swear I did."
"Sweetie, it only brings you pain and disappointment, and I don't want to clean up the mess after it breaks your heart again."
Davy looked at her, eyes bright with obsession. "Io, I can do this, I know I can, but if you shout, then it's over."
"Davy, there are other chocolate souffles. Ones that won't tempt you with their recipe, than crush your spirit by falling. You don't need this little cook-tease."
"You've been waiting to use that line for how long?" Davy said grinning down at her. His hair was brushing the side of her face where it had come loose from its plait and there was a smudge of something chocolaty on the side of his face that begged to be licked off. Davy read her expression and pushed himself away from her. Unfortunately, the position they were in meant that it only pressed his hips further down. "Io, wait, we can't do this.
"Honey. we can. We're almost halfway there already." Io smiled sweetly. Davy always seemed to forget that she was stronger than him, she thought, wondering whether she should just flip Davy onto his back, or wrap her legs around him. It was kind of nice when he was all toppy like this, and she didn't want to ruin the nice situation already set up.
Davy was looking at her like a man who knows he's lost, but still refuses to roll over. It was a good look on him, but then most of his looks were. "You know what I mean. No loud noises, and we're, we're not good at keeping quiet." His voice lowered even further and he blushed furiously as he said the last sentence and really, Io didn't know how anyone expected her not to have sex with Davy, right then and there, when he was looking like that.
"Oh, sweetie. You can gag me, if you think that'll help."
"It's not you I'm worried about!" Davy whisper-shouted. He winced at the noise.
"If I wear the gag, we can think of something to keep your mouth occupied. Or the other way round, I'm flexible."
"Uh..." There was a moment when Davy's brain was pleasantly beaten into submission by his libido, before it made a valiant come-back. "It won't work. I'll get distracted and the souffle will burn."
"Maybe we should compromise. We could do it in the kitchen, so you can keep an eye on the souffle. On the kitchen table. There's probably still lots of chocolate and cream you haven't cleared up."
Davy whimpered, but very quietly. "After, after the souffle's finished, we can. As much and as long and as loudly as you want and I can keep up with."
Io pouted. "Okay, there are few problems with that. One, if the souffle's falls, you're not going to be in the mood."
Davy shot her a disbelieving look, which acknowledged it by rolling her eyes. "Okay, but you'll be in a different kind of mood, and besides," she slipped her legs out from under him and wrapped them around his waist, "we're in such a convenient position." He still looked like he could think, she wriggled a little and watched any trace of conscious thought disappear from his mind. There, that was better.
Still, just to make sure... she leaned up and licked the smear of chocolate off his cheek.
"Well, maybe if we..." and then he raised his head. "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Io said in frustration, not bothering to whisper.
"The timer." He smiled at her, anticipation and nervousness warring on his face. "It's ready. Or it's ruined." He jumped off her, leaving her sprawled on the floor, staring at his back as he raced into the kitchen. Oh that was it. You did not leave a horny succubus, who happened to be your girlfriend in a state like this, not if you valued your life. Pissed off, she got and stalked into the kitchen, where her plans for revenge were abruptly thwarted by the sheer joy in Davy's face.
"It worked! Io, it worked." He held out the, admittedly perfect, chocolate souffle's. "I was starting to lose faith, but..." He smiled at her and it was impossible to stay angry in the face of such obvious pleasure and satisfaction. She had one of those moments of I-love-him-so-much that took her breath away.
"It looks great, Davy," Io said. She took in a deep breath and the wonderful, chocolate smell almost made her swoon. Primitive, instinctive parts of her brain stirred. "So great, in fact..."
She picked up a tea towel and swiped it out of his hands before he could blink, racing to the bedroom.
She locked the door behind her and sat down with her back against it, souffle's dish resting on a pillow on her lap and started to dig in, ignoring the increasingly frantic knocks from the other side.
"Mmm. Mmmm. Bacchus, this good," she moaned, her head falling back as she savoured the perfect chocolate souffle's. "Oh Davy, you have no idea... ooh."
"Io! You can't lock yourself in the bedroom, eating my souffle's like that" Davy said, trying to reason with her. "It's, it's cruel and... it's my souffle's! And you're my..."
She waved a hand, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "Sweetie, I love you, but this isn't eating, it's an act of worship, and as a woman and a lust fae I'm telling you to leave me alone with... my god, that's good."
"What? What is? Is it the cinnamon? Should I have tried it with vanilla? Are you naked?" The thumping sounds went on, although judging by the sound, Davy had probably stopped using his fists and started banging his head against the door.
"I'll try and save you some," Io said, giving up using the spoon and digging in with her fingers. "Or, maybe you could just lick the crumbs off me."
"Io, open this door now," Davy said, sounding three feet away from the end of his tether.
Oops, maybe that had been going a little. She straightened up, still cradling the souffle's protectively and unlocked the door, jumping back when it burst open.
Davy stared at her, breathing heavily. Io tried an apologetic smile, then ruined it by licking her lips to catch a crumb. He looked at the wreckage of the souffle's, than at Io's expression which managed to look wonderfully post-coital and still hungry at the same time. She held out her hand. "Want a taste?" she said, wriggling her souffle's covered fingers. "It's good, I promise."
Davy held her hand in both of his and licked it clean, leaving Io shivering and wondering if, maybe, she should put the souffle's down and finish eating it later. Maybe. Davy looked up, still holding her hand, eyes smirking like he knew just what she was thinking. "Why don't we compromise?" He said. "You can give me the rest of the souffle's, and then you can lick the crumbs off me."
"But you won't appreciate it like I would!" Io said, not caring about the slight whine in her voice. She sighed and reluctantly held out the souffle's. "All right, we can eat it together and off each other. And I hope you realise how much I love you, because I wouldn't give up this to just anyone." She sat down on the bed, putting the souffle next to her. After a moment Davy joined her on the other side of the dish. He dug in with her discarded spoon and swallowed thoughtfully while Io scooped out handfuls.
"You know, I was going to give Fen the recipe, if it worked," Davy said. He took another spoonful.
Io's eyes widened. "I wonder what it'd take for Stone to stay quiet the souffle's baking. And I've heard about Fen and chocolate... you think Bonnie would want to do some kind of pay-per-view with me? We could dress up like Magenta and Columbia..."
end.
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Date: 2003-03-08 07:13 am (UTC)You're gonna make me stop writing altogether!!!
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Date: 2003-03-08 08:11 am (UTC)Don't forget, any fetishes, or any little rituals, you'd like to see go in a fic, just drop me a line. I need inspiration.
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Date: 2003-03-08 08:01 am (UTC)*falls over laughing*
that is just too perfect.
*rereads. cackles some more.*
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Date: 2003-03-08 08:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-03-08 09:07 am (UTC)And Aerael as Rockie, Mark as Frankie, and, oh God, the lipstick, the shoes, the corsets...
I'm sorry, I'llbe back when my brain resumes normal function.
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Date: 2003-03-08 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-08 09:37 am (UTC)I'd've thought Eddie would be the hardest to cast.
And Aerael would be a stage Rockie, more than a movie Rockie- he gets better lines that way.
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Date: 2003-03-08 06:35 pm (UTC)I *heart* Io.
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Date: 2003-03-13 10:41 am (UTC)