[Meme] Sex ficlet meme response #1
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Sex between Sarah Jane and James wasn’t an unusual way to occupy the hours between sunset and sunrise. It wasn’t even an unusual way to occupy all those other hours in between. It was simply just a part of what they had built between them: two independent souls stumbling along a relationship together, neither quite cut out for the prospect. Perhaps the frequent reaffirming of their physical desire was a way of consistently cementing things together. Or perhaps, it was just fun.
The truth was that it was probably a combination of both. In sex, they had discovered a more invigorating way of releasing frustrations; although that didn’t necessarily mean all frustrations, as observed by the spat (if you could even call it that) earlier in the day. It was one possibly one of the hardest admittances in Sarah Jane’s life, to admit that she had grown rather bored of life with the man she loved. Yet, it had been for the best. Without hearing the words that followed and finally forcing herself to accept certain realizations, she knew that she and James would not be where they were now.
In bed, unsurprisingly. Or perhaps surprisingly given that the lull in their relationship had seemed to meet its boiling point earlier today.
There was little need for clothing at the moment; all suits and dresses, ties and tights had been removed with little haste the moment the door to the flat had shut. Naked, they somehow stumbled into the bedroom after minutes of throwing each other up against various walls in rough and passionate foreplays. The snogging doesn’t cease as they fall onto the bed, entangling limbs and bodies together.
It hadn’t been like this for a long while. Sure there had always been passion and love involved, but not this strongly. Not since the beginning, or the night they had become engaged. Perhaps it was only fitting now that sex wasn’t the only thing to cement this relationship. There was a piece of paper now, a small certificate tucked safely away in Sarah’s purse (buried underneath clothing somewhere in the living room), that reminded them of what they had. There was no more room for fears and insecurities or suffocating dependence.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to kiss his way up her neck, biting roughly at times with nips she knew were going to leave marks. As her hands explored his backside, his worked on massaging her breasts. If not so caught up in the moment, Sarah Jane would have laughed. James always had this particular fondness for that part of her anatomy and it never ceased to amuse her. Even now – perhaps especially now – as she no longer cared whether she was as adequate as girls like his ex. That was daft thinking in the first place, and thinking she was overjoyed to be finally free from.
As she felt his lower anatomy trail its way up her inner thigh, Sarah forced her eyes open so she could look at him. She wanted to savour this moment forever, have it burned in her memory. The hunger and passion on his face, the way he gripped her firmly and the way she did finally laugh, happy and joyous to be sharing this moment with him. It was their wedding night, after all. And she couldn’t ever forget that.
“I love you,” she whispered before claiming his lips with hers.
It was a rough kiss, full of all of the emotions she couldn’t communicate in words. Their tongues duelled until James finally pulled away, brushing her bangs back from her eyes. He smiled that crinkled smile of his, blue eyes shining bright with love and lust. “I told you: I just wanted you.”
And that was enough, wasn’t it? It had taken her long enough – until their impromptu wedding day in fact – to realize that. But for now, Sarah Jane would happily remember the simplicity of just needing to be herself no matter what the relationship. An hour ago, she had vowed to be his friend, lover, and partner and he had vowed much the same with absolutely nothing about honouring or obeying needing to be said.
Her smile, however, faltered the moment she felt him penetrate and Sarah gasped loudly as a familiar rhythm was quickly settled upon. She clung tightly to his bottom, leading him to spots he knew already by heart as she moaned his name. Again and again they continued, with her meeting every one of his strokes in rapid succession. There weren’t any frustrations to take out on each other now, having finally spoken them allowed in the afternoon. There was nothing but love and taking pleasure in each other, something Sarah had been missing lately in sex.
Later that night, when sleep finally had claimed the couple, their bodies still remained tangled together. Sarah had reverted back to her habit of using his chest as a pillow again, and James’ arms clutched tightly around her torso. As the London moon gazed in upon them, the only things to sparkle were the wedding bands that had been exchanged in love, not desperation.
Desperation had long since tonight been removed from the act.
callitavesper to this meme.Sex between Sarah Jane and James wasn’t an unusual way to occupy the hours between sunset and sunrise. It wasn’t even an unusual way to occupy all those other hours in between. It was simply just a part of what they had built between them: two independent souls stumbling along a relationship together, neither quite cut out for the prospect. Perhaps the frequent reaffirming of their physical desire was a way of consistently cementing things together. Or perhaps, it was just fun.
The truth was that it was probably a combination of both. In sex, they had discovered a more invigorating way of releasing frustrations; although that didn’t necessarily mean all frustrations, as observed by the spat (if you could even call it that) earlier in the day. It was one possibly one of the hardest admittances in Sarah Jane’s life, to admit that she had grown rather bored of life with the man she loved. Yet, it had been for the best. Without hearing the words that followed and finally forcing herself to accept certain realizations, she knew that she and James would not be where they were now.
In bed, unsurprisingly. Or perhaps surprisingly given that the lull in their relationship had seemed to meet its boiling point earlier today.
There was little need for clothing at the moment; all suits and dresses, ties and tights had been removed with little haste the moment the door to the flat had shut. Naked, they somehow stumbled into the bedroom after minutes of throwing each other up against various walls in rough and passionate foreplays. The snogging doesn’t cease as they fall onto the bed, entangling limbs and bodies together.
It hadn’t been like this for a long while. Sure there had always been passion and love involved, but not this strongly. Not since the beginning, or the night they had become engaged. Perhaps it was only fitting now that sex wasn’t the only thing to cement this relationship. There was a piece of paper now, a small certificate tucked safely away in Sarah’s purse (buried underneath clothing somewhere in the living room), that reminded them of what they had. There was no more room for fears and insecurities or suffocating dependence.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to kiss his way up her neck, biting roughly at times with nips she knew were going to leave marks. As her hands explored his backside, his worked on massaging her breasts. If not so caught up in the moment, Sarah Jane would have laughed. James always had this particular fondness for that part of her anatomy and it never ceased to amuse her. Even now – perhaps especially now – as she no longer cared whether she was as adequate as girls like his ex. That was daft thinking in the first place, and thinking she was overjoyed to be finally free from.
As she felt his lower anatomy trail its way up her inner thigh, Sarah forced her eyes open so she could look at him. She wanted to savour this moment forever, have it burned in her memory. The hunger and passion on his face, the way he gripped her firmly and the way she did finally laugh, happy and joyous to be sharing this moment with him. It was their wedding night, after all. And she couldn’t ever forget that.
“I love you,” she whispered before claiming his lips with hers.
It was a rough kiss, full of all of the emotions she couldn’t communicate in words. Their tongues duelled until James finally pulled away, brushing her bangs back from her eyes. He smiled that crinkled smile of his, blue eyes shining bright with love and lust. “I told you: I just wanted you.”
And that was enough, wasn’t it? It had taken her long enough – until their impromptu wedding day in fact – to realize that. But for now, Sarah Jane would happily remember the simplicity of just needing to be herself no matter what the relationship. An hour ago, she had vowed to be his friend, lover, and partner and he had vowed much the same with absolutely nothing about honouring or obeying needing to be said.
Her smile, however, faltered the moment she felt him penetrate and Sarah gasped loudly as a familiar rhythm was quickly settled upon. She clung tightly to his bottom, leading him to spots he knew already by heart as she moaned his name. Again and again they continued, with her meeting every one of his strokes in rapid succession. There weren’t any frustrations to take out on each other now, having finally spoken them allowed in the afternoon. There was nothing but love and taking pleasure in each other, something Sarah had been missing lately in sex.
Later that night, when sleep finally had claimed the couple, their bodies still remained tangled together. Sarah had reverted back to her habit of using his chest as a pillow again, and James’ arms clutched tightly around her torso. As the London moon gazed in upon them, the only things to sparkle were the wedding bands that had been exchanged in love, not desperation.
Desperation had long since tonight been removed from the act.
