Four Hands
Dec. 28th, 2010 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm working on my detective story, I promise, but in the meantime this happened instead.
Four Hands
Fandom: The Chronicles of Chrestomanci
Pairing: Millie/Christopher/Conrad
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Summary: A quick and dirty smutlet from Millie's point of view. What plot?
Warning: Linguistics at a possibly-inopportune moment. And I don't mean cunning ones.
One hand cups Christopher's jaw, as the thumb traces along his lips. One hand on his chest, dark curls between the fingers, clasping him to her, smooth back against her breasts. One hand moves slowly up his leg, ankle to knee, knee to buttock, and down again. One hand plays the length of his cock, grasping and stroking between licks.
It's like having four arms again, only two of them are Conrad's.
Christopher's breath comes faster, and his thrusts harder. He nibbles and sucks at Millie's thumb, the way he nibbled and sucked at her clit earlier, as Conrad watched them, half-dozing, exhausted from his share of Christopher's attentions.
Millie's belly warms at the memory, and she snuggles closer, her hand playing down Christopher's chest and over his navel. His cock leaps from Conrad's hand to hers, slick and hot, and Conrad's tongue brushes Millie's fingers.
As Christopher shudders and strains and spends, caught between their two bodies, he makes a noise in the back of his throat. A single voiced velar plosive, as if he cannot decide whether to call out Goddess or Grant.
Afterwards, Millie's hand meets Conrad's across Christopher's body, and the fingers entwine. Christopher sleeps, two lives in his chest and one around his neck. His spirit doesn't wander. There is nowhere else in the worlds he would rather be. And Millie smiles, her cheek against his shoulder, too full of happiness for speech.
Asheth is a jealous goddess. But Millie isn't Asheth anymore.
Four Hands
Fandom: The Chronicles of Chrestomanci
Pairing: Millie/Christopher/Conrad
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Summary: A quick and dirty smutlet from Millie's point of view. What plot?
Warning: Linguistics at a possibly-inopportune moment. And I don't mean cunning ones.
One hand cups Christopher's jaw, as the thumb traces along his lips. One hand on his chest, dark curls between the fingers, clasping him to her, smooth back against her breasts. One hand moves slowly up his leg, ankle to knee, knee to buttock, and down again. One hand plays the length of his cock, grasping and stroking between licks.
It's like having four arms again, only two of them are Conrad's.
Christopher's breath comes faster, and his thrusts harder. He nibbles and sucks at Millie's thumb, the way he nibbled and sucked at her clit earlier, as Conrad watched them, half-dozing, exhausted from his share of Christopher's attentions.
Millie's belly warms at the memory, and she snuggles closer, her hand playing down Christopher's chest and over his navel. His cock leaps from Conrad's hand to hers, slick and hot, and Conrad's tongue brushes Millie's fingers.
As Christopher shudders and strains and spends, caught between their two bodies, he makes a noise in the back of his throat. A single voiced velar plosive, as if he cannot decide whether to call out Goddess or Grant.
Afterwards, Millie's hand meets Conrad's across Christopher's body, and the fingers entwine. Christopher sleeps, two lives in his chest and one around his neck. His spirit doesn't wander. There is nowhere else in the worlds he would rather be. And Millie smiles, her cheek against his shoulder, too full of happiness for speech.
Asheth is a jealous goddess. But Millie isn't Asheth anymore.
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Date: 2010-12-29 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-29 04:59 pm (UTC)Credit where due -- everything I know about writing threesomes I learned from
And hooray for someone else who thinks phonology is hot!
In short, I'm really glad you liked my story. Thank you! <3
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Date: 2011-01-01 07:17 pm (UTC)I will be looking forward to the detective story, too. :)
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Date: 2011-01-01 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-01 08:16 pm (UTC)(Thanks!)
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Date: 2011-01-02 01:58 pm (UTC)Glad to be of service!
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Date: 2011-02-08 04:41 pm (UTC)Here it is:
Mirror Game (http://minutia-r.livejournal.com/7150.html)