[Fandom Muses] October Prompt (Quote)
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his_sarah_jane Those who restrain their desires do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. -William Blake
“Absolutely insatiable, aren’t you?”
Sarah giggled as he flipped her in bed carefully; she smiled as he leaned down above her, teasing her lips with his own. His mouth continued their exploration downward, exploring her neck and breasts and finally, the small bulge of her stomach. Five months pregnant and Sarah Jane was starting to show. Not that she minded. She had read in one of her books that pregnancy could cause an increase in sexual awareness and desire. Between highly sensitive areas becoming even more so and finding every opportunity to have James Bond buried deep inside her, she was finally beginning to find the joys in being pregnant.
“I don’t see you complaining,” he murmured against her skin, continuing his way downward. “I can’t hear you complaining either.”
Sarah pushed her head back further against the pillow, fists clenching to the sheets when his head fell to far out of reach due to her stomach. She moaned his name, the one name constantly on her lips these days, when he finally plunged into her. For the third time that night, she came eagerly and willingly in his arms. The post-coital kisses and strokes that followed only increased her level of lust more.
She lay comfortably in his arms, hair forming a cushioning layer against his chest. Someone hadn’t shaved recently; the hint of beard scratched at her forehead. She giggled again before sighing and closing her eyes happily.
“I do think three times is enough, James,” she whispered lazily as she entwined their legs. “After all, I do have a husband waiting for me on the other side of that door. I should save some of this for him.”
“Darling, I don’t think your desire will ever be dampened enough to be restrained like that. He’s a lucky man.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow at that, leaning her head upward to look into his eyes. They were so like that of the James waiting for her, perhaps the only other similarity the two men shared aside from their over-similar souls. This man was tall and dark, with dark brown bangs that occasionally masked his face as he looked down at her. She craned her neck further to kiss his lips.
“You’re just as lucky,” she replied. “Although to be honest, I rather fancy myself to be the luckiest. Having one James Bond as my lover and friend just isn’t enough.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t cut out for monogamy?”
“I’m certainly happy that you were right.”
It still remained a rather awkward arrangement, despite all parties agreeing to it. She was only one woman and, despite them being the same man in most respects, each was possessive to want her simply to themselves. She found herself diving time between London and Milliways quite often. Each man was content not hearing about her activities with the other. If it meant she could live this way for however long was possible, Sarah Jane wouldn’t complain. Desire to travel had turned into desire to love. In either case, she had never known how to properly restrain her passion. She had a sinking feeling that she might never learn.
“Very happy,” she echoed, now resting her head back on his chest. Her arm draped across him and she sighed, content. “I love you.”
“Likewise, darling,” James murmured, placing another kiss on her brow.
He didn’t know what the rest of the day would bring but, like his lover, he was content to rest in each other’s arms. At least, if anything were to happen to him or his other self, Sarah would always have one of them. That was the one bit of the bargain the two men were able to agree upon.
His eyes closed as he placed his cheek against her head. She was asleep now, her breathing now at a gentle rhythm. James was in no hurry today. He could easily nap as well. Before drifting off to sleep, he whispered a promise that he could never find himself to say aloud before:
“You’ll always be loved.”
[ooc: based on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mixed_muses continuity]
“Absolutely insatiable, aren’t you?”
Sarah giggled as he flipped her in bed carefully; she smiled as he leaned down above her, teasing her lips with his own. His mouth continued their exploration downward, exploring her neck and breasts and finally, the small bulge of her stomach. Five months pregnant and Sarah Jane was starting to show. Not that she minded. She had read in one of her books that pregnancy could cause an increase in sexual awareness and desire. Between highly sensitive areas becoming even more so and finding every opportunity to have James Bond buried deep inside her, she was finally beginning to find the joys in being pregnant.
“I don’t see you complaining,” he murmured against her skin, continuing his way downward. “I can’t hear you complaining either.”
Sarah pushed her head back further against the pillow, fists clenching to the sheets when his head fell to far out of reach due to her stomach. She moaned his name, the one name constantly on her lips these days, when he finally plunged into her. For the third time that night, she came eagerly and willingly in his arms. The post-coital kisses and strokes that followed only increased her level of lust more.
She lay comfortably in his arms, hair forming a cushioning layer against his chest. Someone hadn’t shaved recently; the hint of beard scratched at her forehead. She giggled again before sighing and closing her eyes happily.
“I do think three times is enough, James,” she whispered lazily as she entwined their legs. “After all, I do have a husband waiting for me on the other side of that door. I should save some of this for him.”
“Darling, I don’t think your desire will ever be dampened enough to be restrained like that. He’s a lucky man.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow at that, leaning her head upward to look into his eyes. They were so like that of the James waiting for her, perhaps the only other similarity the two men shared aside from their over-similar souls. This man was tall and dark, with dark brown bangs that occasionally masked his face as he looked down at her. She craned her neck further to kiss his lips.
“You’re just as lucky,” she replied. “Although to be honest, I rather fancy myself to be the luckiest. Having one James Bond as my lover and friend just isn’t enough.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t cut out for monogamy?”
“I’m certainly happy that you were right.”
It still remained a rather awkward arrangement, despite all parties agreeing to it. She was only one woman and, despite them being the same man in most respects, each was possessive to want her simply to themselves. She found herself diving time between London and Milliways quite often. Each man was content not hearing about her activities with the other. If it meant she could live this way for however long was possible, Sarah Jane wouldn’t complain. Desire to travel had turned into desire to love. In either case, she had never known how to properly restrain her passion. She had a sinking feeling that she might never learn.
“Very happy,” she echoed, now resting her head back on his chest. Her arm draped across him and she sighed, content. “I love you.”
“Likewise, darling,” James murmured, placing another kiss on her brow.
He didn’t know what the rest of the day would bring but, like his lover, he was content to rest in each other’s arms. At least, if anything were to happen to him or his other self, Sarah would always have one of them. That was the one bit of the bargain the two men were able to agree upon.
His eyes closed as he placed his cheek against her head. She was asleep now, her breathing now at a gentle rhythm. James was in no hurry today. He could easily nap as well. Before drifting off to sleep, he whispered a promise that he could never find himself to say aloud before:
“You’ll always be loved.”
[ooc: based on
mixed_muses continuity]
