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ds_flashfictionI have no idea where this came from. 30-minute fic. 1,104 words.
Okay. He could do this.
Ray angled the little shaving mirror towards the big, lighted mirror so he could see out into the hotel room beyond. Yep, she was still there.
Of course she’s there, you moron. It’s your freaking wedding night; she’s not going anywhere.
Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. “Wait until our wedding night,” she says. “But what would Father Jamison think?” she says. Well, the good old Father wasn’t here suffering from ten years of anticipation and nerves, was he? Ray had a nagging feeling that even Father Jamison would be smacking him across the head and saying, “Get to it, boy!”
Thinking about his childhood priest really wasn’t helping here.
He looked in the mirror and tried on his best Steve McQueen. He boxed mirror-Ray for a few moments, then remembered he didn’t need to intimidate Stella, just pleasure her. Which was pretty fucking intimidating.
He strolled out of the bathroom as casually as a naked guy could stroll. Something about the way Stella was giggling told him he should have maybe left his underwear on. He turned the lights off in disgust, and then tripped over the desk chair on the way to the bed. “Fuck! Fucking chair!”
“Rayyy…I’m waiting.”
Mmmm. Okay. Now little Mister Ray was in the game. That was Stella’s backseat-of-the-GTO voice. This was something he knew well. He hopped into the bed, and “Ow! Ray! That’s my hair!”
“Sorry, sorry I just…mmf”
Yep, good ol’ making out. Nice and familiar. Just on a more comfortable surface. Ray started getting into it, feeling her soft lips and hips and breathy little moans. He began his casual feints toward her breasts, and realized- shit, he could just go for it. All bets were off, baby.
So, he reached down and grabbed a soft handful of Stella, amazed that she was still human and so alien. God, she was fucking beautiful. He traced the outer curve, running his hand over her hardened nipple. She was softer than anything he’d ever felt in his life.
“Ray. Ray.”
Oh, right. He was just standing here with his hand on her boob, staring like an idiot. Time to make this good. He bent down, tasting her lips, then trailing down her perfect pink nipples. He licked the path where his hand had been, and she moaned and shuddered beneath him. This looked like a good way to get used to the whole “all bets off” thing; reading the map, so to speak. He kissed downward, dipping his tongue into her navel, which made her squirm and giggle, biting her hipbones, which made her gasp and arch. Ray decided that gasping was a good thing, so therefore biting was a good thing. He bit gently down her soft, so fucking soft thighs, and back up again where he was faced with…shit.
Talk about intimidating.
They didn’t make maps for this.
Ray started to panic again, covering it up by kissing the hollows of her knees. There was…there had to be a technique. Right. Was there a bad place to put his tongue? A wrong place? He hoped not, because he didn’t exactly have a diagram of the works. There was a really good thing, right? The G-clef? He tried to run everything he’d ever heard or seen either in the locker room or in jerk-rags, but he was coming up with very little in the way of specifics. I should’ve taken better notes in Health class. God, would it have killed me to study for once?
Ray took a deep breath and went for it. Ho-ly shit, this was wilder and more confusing and fucking difficult than he had thought. He tried to keep a gentle hold on her hips while she was bucking and moaning and screaming his name. He gave up on any thoughts of charts or diagrams, and went for just kissing her here, making broad sweeps with his tongue that made he moan and shiver. After a few minutes of this bed-shaking, heart-pounding madness, he realized that he was going to come right then and there without actually having stepped up to the plate. He was also pretty sure he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
“Stella,” he gasped, “I need, we need a-“
“No,” she said, pushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes. “It’s ok.”
Ray’s heart damn near exploded. She hadn’t wanted a kid just yet…was it different now that they were married? Damn, he must have done a better job than he thought.
He went to kiss her and she batted him away. “Ewww! You taste like…me.” Oops, he’d forgotten. He moved over her, kissing her shoulders and neck desperately. He grasped himself, wincing, trying not to embarrass himself right then and there. He steered forward…”Ah! Not there!”
“Sorry!”
He maneuvered more slowly. Oh man, she was so wet. A little desperate hip wiggling and he slowly slid inside. She sucked in her breath sharply. “Unh”
“Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?” He wouldn’t hurt her for anything, but Ray wasn’t sure he could stop. It was too much, too tight, too hot. He was going to come if he as much as blinked. His legs were shaking, and there was sweat dripping into his eyes.
“No, just move slowly.”
Slowly. Right. He eased forward, and oh SHIT that was good, that was fucking great, here comes that freight train, fuck, she’s gonna laugh, he was going to die…shit, shit, shit…white-hot fireworks exploded behind his eyes as he came, shuddering and spurting inside her. His wife, his honest-to-goodness wife…
When he came to, he realized that he had rolled off of her, and she was now patting herself down with one of the hotel’s towels. “Um. Sorry.”
She smiled. “It’s okay. The first part was really great, you know?”
“Are you- does it hurt?”
“A little, but that’s only for the first time. It gets easier.”
“Oh. Good. Greatness.”
He remembered the unused condoms in the nightstand. “Stel- I didn’t know- are you ready to have a baby?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, Ray. I’m on the Pill.”
Right, right, of course. She wanted to wait until after law school. What was he thinking anyway?
She bounced on the bed and giggled. “We’re married.”
He laughed. “Yep. You’re my wife.”
They both grinned at each other, and she leapt to tickle him, breaking the seriousness of the moment.
As Ray laughed and tumbled around the bed with her he thought that he’d been never so happy in his whole damned life.
It was too good to last.
Okay. He could do this.
Ray angled the little shaving mirror towards the big, lighted mirror so he could see out into the hotel room beyond. Yep, she was still there.
Of course she’s there, you moron. It’s your freaking wedding night; she’s not going anywhere.
Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. “Wait until our wedding night,” she says. “But what would Father Jamison think?” she says. Well, the good old Father wasn’t here suffering from ten years of anticipation and nerves, was he? Ray had a nagging feeling that even Father Jamison would be smacking him across the head and saying, “Get to it, boy!”
Thinking about his childhood priest really wasn’t helping here.
He looked in the mirror and tried on his best Steve McQueen. He boxed mirror-Ray for a few moments, then remembered he didn’t need to intimidate Stella, just pleasure her. Which was pretty fucking intimidating.
He strolled out of the bathroom as casually as a naked guy could stroll. Something about the way Stella was giggling told him he should have maybe left his underwear on. He turned the lights off in disgust, and then tripped over the desk chair on the way to the bed. “Fuck! Fucking chair!”
“Rayyy…I’m waiting.”
Mmmm. Okay. Now little Mister Ray was in the game. That was Stella’s backseat-of-the-GTO voice. This was something he knew well. He hopped into the bed, and “Ow! Ray! That’s my hair!”
“Sorry, sorry I just…mmf”
Yep, good ol’ making out. Nice and familiar. Just on a more comfortable surface. Ray started getting into it, feeling her soft lips and hips and breathy little moans. He began his casual feints toward her breasts, and realized- shit, he could just go for it. All bets were off, baby.
So, he reached down and grabbed a soft handful of Stella, amazed that she was still human and so alien. God, she was fucking beautiful. He traced the outer curve, running his hand over her hardened nipple. She was softer than anything he’d ever felt in his life.
“Ray. Ray.”
Oh, right. He was just standing here with his hand on her boob, staring like an idiot. Time to make this good. He bent down, tasting her lips, then trailing down her perfect pink nipples. He licked the path where his hand had been, and she moaned and shuddered beneath him. This looked like a good way to get used to the whole “all bets off” thing; reading the map, so to speak. He kissed downward, dipping his tongue into her navel, which made her squirm and giggle, biting her hipbones, which made her gasp and arch. Ray decided that gasping was a good thing, so therefore biting was a good thing. He bit gently down her soft, so fucking soft thighs, and back up again where he was faced with…shit.
Talk about intimidating.
They didn’t make maps for this.
Ray started to panic again, covering it up by kissing the hollows of her knees. There was…there had to be a technique. Right. Was there a bad place to put his tongue? A wrong place? He hoped not, because he didn’t exactly have a diagram of the works. There was a really good thing, right? The G-clef? He tried to run everything he’d ever heard or seen either in the locker room or in jerk-rags, but he was coming up with very little in the way of specifics. I should’ve taken better notes in Health class. God, would it have killed me to study for once?
Ray took a deep breath and went for it. Ho-ly shit, this was wilder and more confusing and fucking difficult than he had thought. He tried to keep a gentle hold on her hips while she was bucking and moaning and screaming his name. He gave up on any thoughts of charts or diagrams, and went for just kissing her here, making broad sweeps with his tongue that made he moan and shiver. After a few minutes of this bed-shaking, heart-pounding madness, he realized that he was going to come right then and there without actually having stepped up to the plate. He was also pretty sure he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
“Stella,” he gasped, “I need, we need a-“
“No,” she said, pushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes. “It’s ok.”
Ray’s heart damn near exploded. She hadn’t wanted a kid just yet…was it different now that they were married? Damn, he must have done a better job than he thought.
He went to kiss her and she batted him away. “Ewww! You taste like…me.” Oops, he’d forgotten. He moved over her, kissing her shoulders and neck desperately. He grasped himself, wincing, trying not to embarrass himself right then and there. He steered forward…”Ah! Not there!”
“Sorry!”
He maneuvered more slowly. Oh man, she was so wet. A little desperate hip wiggling and he slowly slid inside. She sucked in her breath sharply. “Unh”
“Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?” He wouldn’t hurt her for anything, but Ray wasn’t sure he could stop. It was too much, too tight, too hot. He was going to come if he as much as blinked. His legs were shaking, and there was sweat dripping into his eyes.
“No, just move slowly.”
Slowly. Right. He eased forward, and oh SHIT that was good, that was fucking great, here comes that freight train, fuck, she’s gonna laugh, he was going to die…shit, shit, shit…white-hot fireworks exploded behind his eyes as he came, shuddering and spurting inside her. His wife, his honest-to-goodness wife…
When he came to, he realized that he had rolled off of her, and she was now patting herself down with one of the hotel’s towels. “Um. Sorry.”
She smiled. “It’s okay. The first part was really great, you know?”
“Are you- does it hurt?”
“A little, but that’s only for the first time. It gets easier.”
“Oh. Good. Greatness.”
He remembered the unused condoms in the nightstand. “Stel- I didn’t know- are you ready to have a baby?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, Ray. I’m on the Pill.”
Right, right, of course. She wanted to wait until after law school. What was he thinking anyway?
She bounced on the bed and giggled. “We’re married.”
He laughed. “Yep. You’re my wife.”
They both grinned at each other, and she leapt to tickle him, breaking the seriousness of the moment.
As Ray laughed and tumbled around the bed with her he thought that he’d been never so happy in his whole damned life.
It was too good to last.
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Date: 2003-10-24 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-24 03:42 pm (UTC)Even with all of Ray's confusion (which rang so true to life to me) that last line says it all doesn't it?
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Date: 2003-10-24 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-24 05:47 pm (UTC)Just... woooooooooooobie.
I love both of them. And I'm so pleased that eventually they both ended up with the right people. =)
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Date: 2003-10-24 05:54 pm (UTC)Really wonderfully drawn pictures! Sweet and first-time sexy.
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Date: 2003-10-24 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-24 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-24 09:55 pm (UTC)Hee hee! Because everybody knows that when you fall asleep in Health class, that's when they give the lecture on technique. :P
Very nicely done! ^_^
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Date: 2003-10-25 03:34 am (UTC)if all het was like this....
Date: 2003-10-25 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-27 04:50 am (UTC)