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[Oct. 4][Original] Snips and Snails
Title: Snips and Snails
Day/Theme: October 4: Why do you sleep with girls?
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Gale/Palomir (yes, in that order.)
Rating: PG-13; mild R, perhaps, for minor kink?
Summary: ... and kitty-cat tails.
A/N: Someone once requested to see Gale and Palomir ... 'making out'. This is, I think, the best I can do without degenerating into Utter Pornality, though this is pretty bad and cheesy as it is. BE FOREWARNED.
Gale appears to have a fascination with Palomir's ears, almost a fixation, and it's beginning to irritate the elf.
"Nngh!" His protest is reduced to an incoherent hiss of breath as her tongue -- suprisingly soft, he'd expected it to rasp like a cat's -- ghosts along the tip of one ear, the caress followed by sharp sensation as she proceeds to lightly gnaw on it.
It's by mutual agreement that she stays on top, as they're both less likely to do each other an injury that way, but right now, Palomir can't help but wish they'd settled on some other arrangement. Instead, he's reduced to feeling wretchedly uncomfortable as his hips instinctively buck upwards with every graze of her hand against his belly, and every husky pant against the sensitive curve of his ear. By now, his bottom stings from slamming back down onto tile every time she coaxes his back into arching off the floor, and she knows it - and perhaps more aggravating yet, she's enjoying it.
Palomir attempts to give Gale a Dark Look, but the impact of the threatened violence is lost as she nips his ear again and...
...And proceeds to transfer her attentions to the other.
"Tease," is all Palomir can strangle out coherently.
"Mm-hmm," she purrs back, and the shudder of Gale's body against him is, he knows, her laughter. With the last coherent thought in his mind, the elf directs his free arm to sneak up and tug on her tail in retaliation.
He's gratified as she's cut off mid-purr by her gasp, the small noise made unbearably intimate by the heat of her breath on already-sensitized skin, and just how loud it is when it's right next to his ear. There's a tingling easing up his spine, and it feels a little like pleasure and little like arousal and quite a lot like sweet, sweet revenge. Or maybe he's finally broken his back from getting banged against the floor, and that's the paralysis cheerfully on its way to clamp on the rest of his nerves.
Whatever the cause is, he decides he rather likes it. He'd like more of it, actually.
The Arrangement, Palomir thinks, can go screw itself.
With that thought in mind, the elf tenses his muscles and rolls over, eliciting a squeal of surprise (and if he's reading her correctly, not a little delight) as he pins Gale under his heavier bulk. Passion makes Gale's pupils flare out, he observes vaguely, wondering if he has the same 'come hither' look that she's sporting right now.
(He decides he doesn't want to know.)
The elf keeps the girl underneath him, but doesn't squash her; just keeps her penned in and pinned down with elbows and knees and chest. It's time, he promises her with eyes that may or may not look completely drugged, to get even.
And so Palomir does.
((A/N: Alternate ending lines:
'Gale enjoys it thoroughly.'
OR:
'This is all very amusing considering that they have not, in fact, even taken off a scrap of clothing.
Yet.'
Also, this is somewhat related to a convo long ago; 'is tweaking an elf's ears going to get you the same reaction as pulling a cat's tail?' XD
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.))
Day/Theme: October 4: Why do you sleep with girls?
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Gale/Palomir (yes, in that order.)
Rating: PG-13; mild R, perhaps, for minor kink?
Summary: ... and kitty-cat tails.
A/N: Someone once requested to see Gale and Palomir ... 'making out'. This is, I think, the best I can do without degenerating into Utter Pornality, though this is pretty bad and cheesy as it is. BE FOREWARNED.
Gale appears to have a fascination with Palomir's ears, almost a fixation, and it's beginning to irritate the elf.
"Nngh!" His protest is reduced to an incoherent hiss of breath as her tongue -- suprisingly soft, he'd expected it to rasp like a cat's -- ghosts along the tip of one ear, the caress followed by sharp sensation as she proceeds to lightly gnaw on it.
It's by mutual agreement that she stays on top, as they're both less likely to do each other an injury that way, but right now, Palomir can't help but wish they'd settled on some other arrangement. Instead, he's reduced to feeling wretchedly uncomfortable as his hips instinctively buck upwards with every graze of her hand against his belly, and every husky pant against the sensitive curve of his ear. By now, his bottom stings from slamming back down onto tile every time she coaxes his back into arching off the floor, and she knows it - and perhaps more aggravating yet, she's enjoying it.
Palomir attempts to give Gale a Dark Look, but the impact of the threatened violence is lost as she nips his ear again and...
...And proceeds to transfer her attentions to the other.
"Tease," is all Palomir can strangle out coherently.
"Mm-hmm," she purrs back, and the shudder of Gale's body against him is, he knows, her laughter. With the last coherent thought in his mind, the elf directs his free arm to sneak up and tug on her tail in retaliation.
He's gratified as she's cut off mid-purr by her gasp, the small noise made unbearably intimate by the heat of her breath on already-sensitized skin, and just how loud it is when it's right next to his ear. There's a tingling easing up his spine, and it feels a little like pleasure and little like arousal and quite a lot like sweet, sweet revenge. Or maybe he's finally broken his back from getting banged against the floor, and that's the paralysis cheerfully on its way to clamp on the rest of his nerves.
Whatever the cause is, he decides he rather likes it. He'd like more of it, actually.
The Arrangement, Palomir thinks, can go screw itself.
With that thought in mind, the elf tenses his muscles and rolls over, eliciting a squeal of surprise (and if he's reading her correctly, not a little delight) as he pins Gale under his heavier bulk. Passion makes Gale's pupils flare out, he observes vaguely, wondering if he has the same 'come hither' look that she's sporting right now.
(He decides he doesn't want to know.)
The elf keeps the girl underneath him, but doesn't squash her; just keeps her penned in and pinned down with elbows and knees and chest. It's time, he promises her with eyes that may or may not look completely drugged, to get even.
And so Palomir does.
((A/N: Alternate ending lines:
'Gale enjoys it thoroughly.'
OR:
'This is all very amusing considering that they have not, in fact, even taken off a scrap of clothing.
Yet.'
Also, this is somewhat related to a convo long ago; 'is tweaking an elf's ears going to get you the same reaction as pulling a cat's tail?' XD
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.))