(MCU) Restless
October 22nd, 2014 22:04![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Restless
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Darcy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 418
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcufemslash, prompt "multiple orgasms".
Summary: No rest, no respite, just pleasure.
“So beautiful,” Sif murmurs, her voice a low growl that tickles Darcy’s ear. “To see you laid out for me like this, trembling for my touch.”
Darcy moans, and she can’t actually spread her thighs any wider, but Sif’s voice makes her want to try. She feels flushed from her head to her toes, heated up and melting against the sheets like toasted marshmallow.
Sif’s fingers trail feather-light down between her legs, brushing the soaked skin, teasing over her labia. Darcy feels swollen, sensitive, like her heartbeat is still thundering from the last orgasm, like it couldn’t be possible for her to come again.
But she wants it. God, she wants it so bad, and Sif smiles at her like she can read Darcy’s mind, like she knows exactly what Darcy needs.
Sif’s fingers slide back into her so easily, like she’s fucked herself a space there and Darcy will never be whole again without them. So deep, her other hand working Darcy’s clit, and Darcy whimpers, thighs pressing together instinctively, squeezing Sif’s wrist between them.
It feels strange, too soon, not enough. Not like the first climax, when her pleasure was coaxed forth gradually. Now it’s like the pleasure’s already there, just beneath her skin, the touch getting to her so quickly, so effortlessly.
“Fuck!” Yelped hoarsely, as tingles follow Sif’s fingers, inside and out. Darcy squirms, gasping, the sensation different from anything she’s used to. It’s almost like she needs to pee, except that’s totally not what it is. It’s like her body is trying to hold back, like it can’t believe she could be on the edge again so quickly, but the look in Sif’s eyes tells her she can.
Darcy would believe anything Sif told her, and this is no different.
Her whole body undulates, spine arching off the bed when she comes. Crying out, shaking, entire fucking galaxies rushing before her eyes. Time slipping inside itself, and when the world rights itself once more, Sif is stroking her hair and staring down at her fondly.
“Holy shit,” Darcy breathes, and Sif laughs and kisses her forehead.
It’s not like Darcy’s never tried the whole multiple orgasm thing before, she just always let herself have a break in-between. Honestly, she always kind of assumed that was the only way to do it.
But Sif’s way, no rest, no respite, just pleasure after pleasure? Yeah, Darcy’s officially a convert.
Especially when Sif’s smile grows wider, fingers stroking up Darcy’s inner thigh, and she whispers, “Again.”
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Darcy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 418
Notes: For
mcufemslash, prompt "multiple orgasms".Summary: No rest, no respite, just pleasure.
“So beautiful,” Sif murmurs, her voice a low growl that tickles Darcy’s ear. “To see you laid out for me like this, trembling for my touch.”
Darcy moans, and she can’t actually spread her thighs any wider, but Sif’s voice makes her want to try. She feels flushed from her head to her toes, heated up and melting against the sheets like toasted marshmallow.
Sif’s fingers trail feather-light down between her legs, brushing the soaked skin, teasing over her labia. Darcy feels swollen, sensitive, like her heartbeat is still thundering from the last orgasm, like it couldn’t be possible for her to come again.
But she wants it. God, she wants it so bad, and Sif smiles at her like she can read Darcy’s mind, like she knows exactly what Darcy needs.
Sif’s fingers slide back into her so easily, like she’s fucked herself a space there and Darcy will never be whole again without them. So deep, her other hand working Darcy’s clit, and Darcy whimpers, thighs pressing together instinctively, squeezing Sif’s wrist between them.
It feels strange, too soon, not enough. Not like the first climax, when her pleasure was coaxed forth gradually. Now it’s like the pleasure’s already there, just beneath her skin, the touch getting to her so quickly, so effortlessly.
“Fuck!” Yelped hoarsely, as tingles follow Sif’s fingers, inside and out. Darcy squirms, gasping, the sensation different from anything she’s used to. It’s almost like she needs to pee, except that’s totally not what it is. It’s like her body is trying to hold back, like it can’t believe she could be on the edge again so quickly, but the look in Sif’s eyes tells her she can.
Darcy would believe anything Sif told her, and this is no different.
Her whole body undulates, spine arching off the bed when she comes. Crying out, shaking, entire fucking galaxies rushing before her eyes. Time slipping inside itself, and when the world rights itself once more, Sif is stroking her hair and staring down at her fondly.
“Holy shit,” Darcy breathes, and Sif laughs and kisses her forehead.
It’s not like Darcy’s never tried the whole multiple orgasm thing before, she just always let herself have a break in-between. Honestly, she always kind of assumed that was the only way to do it.
But Sif’s way, no rest, no respite, just pleasure after pleasure? Yeah, Darcy’s officially a convert.
Especially when Sif’s smile grows wider, fingers stroking up Darcy’s inner thigh, and she whispers, “Again.”
