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muserevival2016-09-25 04:28 pm
americanskin) wrote in muserevival2016-09-25 04:28 pm
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127.4. Drabble
Slumber
nsfw: sexual references
Angela could really understand the power of sex. The ability to block out the rest of the world while you were wrapped up naked in the arms of another in the throes of passion. It didn't take much to get there either. A flicker of a arousal, a determination to seduce, the desire to be as close to the person you loved as possible.
Or the person you were trying to make a baby with. Being in love wasn't a vital component of having amazing sex. Her (what felt like ancient) history with dating Clint meant this wasn't unfamiliar territory to her. He was an incredible lover; bisexual to the core and really knew how to satisfy both sexes and then some. As soon as they started to kiss and touch each other, it was like revisiting an old but happy memory. The warmth in her gut of being close to someone she adored, and it quickly became more than just babymaking.
No, it wasn't a conventional arrangement. But none of them were conventional people. Clint used to be married to Angela's new wife, Emily - as much of a lesbian as any lesbian could get. They had been married to allow them to infiltrate cases together all around the world. To top it off, Clint was no married to Lincoln, Emily's twin brother - as gay as any gay guy could get. It was a lot of fuel for joking, and they didn't take the laughs for granted. Maybe along the way they had taken each other for granted at times, but they were working on that dynamic and she felt like they were getting there. They were getting it right again.
It was only in the midst of foreplay that Angela realised she was content to take this for what it was. She and Clint were making love, they weren't just fucking to conceive a baby that she and Emily wanted. That damn maternal instinct wouldn't leave her once all those mommy chemicals had been triggered with her carrying a surrogate child. This wasn't just getting business done, and they both knew it. She wanted Clint to take her as deeply and passionately as he could... and he did.
And soon, it came to a natural end. Angela didn't want to move at first. She was lying there amongst the mess of damp sheets, arms and legs still wrapped around Clint, who was still inside her. He might be a huge manwhore with hobbies of casual sex and orgies before he committed to Lincoln, but he never pulled out and passed out. Ever. Remembering this, she couldn't help but smile against his lips as their heated kiss eased off after they had come together. "Pretty sure if ever there was a chance your A-Plus swimmers could get the job done, it was this."
Clint gave her a mixed smile/smirk back to her. "Been awhile since I barebacked with a chick. You're just as tight as I remember, babe."
Angela gave him a light smack on the ass, but she laughed. "Way to ruin the mood, dickhead. We should probably move before we fall asleep." She could see his eyes were drooping. He might not pull out and pass out, but he was still male. The urge to sleep after sex wasn't uncommon.
"Linc said he's fine with us having an open marriage," he revealed.
Angela raised her eyebrows, looking up at him from where he was still holding her. He still hadn't pulled out. "To have sex with other people?"
"Sex with chicks. Because I swing both ways. But he doesn't want me fucking other dudes unless he's invited," Clint explained.
"Are you going to?"
"Probably." Clint gave her another few soft kisses and rolled over to flop beside her. "A fucking ring and a bit of paper doesn't change a person's character. And again, he doesn't want to know when I do it. So, as much as I'd like to stay and snooze, babe, I got to take a shower and get back to him."
Angela smiled and affectionate rubbed his belly offering a kiss of thanks in return. "You go. I love you, asshole."
Clint smiled, kissed his fingers and touched them to her lower abdomen. "Love you right back, darlin'. Happy babymaking."
Angela watched him (and his bare ass) disappear around the corner into the bathroom of their briefly-rented hotel room. She put her hands right here his fingers had been and softly murdered to herself, "Here's hoping..."
angela ashwood
- original character -
clint used with love and permission
Angela could really understand the power of sex. The ability to block out the rest of the world while you were wrapped up naked in the arms of another in the throes of passion. It didn't take much to get there either. A flicker of a arousal, a determination to seduce, the desire to be as close to the person you loved as possible.
Or the person you were trying to make a baby with. Being in love wasn't a vital component of having amazing sex. Her (what felt like ancient) history with dating Clint meant this wasn't unfamiliar territory to her. He was an incredible lover; bisexual to the core and really knew how to satisfy both sexes and then some. As soon as they started to kiss and touch each other, it was like revisiting an old but happy memory. The warmth in her gut of being close to someone she adored, and it quickly became more than just babymaking.
No, it wasn't a conventional arrangement. But none of them were conventional people. Clint used to be married to Angela's new wife, Emily - as much of a lesbian as any lesbian could get. They had been married to allow them to infiltrate cases together all around the world. To top it off, Clint was no married to Lincoln, Emily's twin brother - as gay as any gay guy could get. It was a lot of fuel for joking, and they didn't take the laughs for granted. Maybe along the way they had taken each other for granted at times, but they were working on that dynamic and she felt like they were getting there. They were getting it right again.
It was only in the midst of foreplay that Angela realised she was content to take this for what it was. She and Clint were making love, they weren't just fucking to conceive a baby that she and Emily wanted. That damn maternal instinct wouldn't leave her once all those mommy chemicals had been triggered with her carrying a surrogate child. This wasn't just getting business done, and they both knew it. She wanted Clint to take her as deeply and passionately as he could... and he did.
And soon, it came to a natural end. Angela didn't want to move at first. She was lying there amongst the mess of damp sheets, arms and legs still wrapped around Clint, who was still inside her. He might be a huge manwhore with hobbies of casual sex and orgies before he committed to Lincoln, but he never pulled out and passed out. Ever. Remembering this, she couldn't help but smile against his lips as their heated kiss eased off after they had come together. "Pretty sure if ever there was a chance your A-Plus swimmers could get the job done, it was this."
Clint gave her a mixed smile/smirk back to her. "Been awhile since I barebacked with a chick. You're just as tight as I remember, babe."
Angela gave him a light smack on the ass, but she laughed. "Way to ruin the mood, dickhead. We should probably move before we fall asleep." She could see his eyes were drooping. He might not pull out and pass out, but he was still male. The urge to sleep after sex wasn't uncommon.
"Linc said he's fine with us having an open marriage," he revealed.
Angela raised her eyebrows, looking up at him from where he was still holding her. He still hadn't pulled out. "To have sex with other people?"
"Sex with chicks. Because I swing both ways. But he doesn't want me fucking other dudes unless he's invited," Clint explained.
"Are you going to?"
"Probably." Clint gave her another few soft kisses and rolled over to flop beside her. "A fucking ring and a bit of paper doesn't change a person's character. And again, he doesn't want to know when I do it. So, as much as I'd like to stay and snooze, babe, I got to take a shower and get back to him."
Angela smiled and affectionate rubbed his belly offering a kiss of thanks in return. "You go. I love you, asshole."
Clint smiled, kissed his fingers and touched them to her lower abdomen. "Love you right back, darlin'. Happy babymaking."
Angela watched him (and his bare ass) disappear around the corner into the bathroom of their briefly-rented hotel room. She put her hands right here his fingers had been and softly murdered to herself, "Here's hoping..."
- original character -
clint used with love and permission