AU: FreakAngels/Trinity Crossover
Aug. 8th, 2011 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aeons_crackshotThere were yetis in Switzerland. At least, that was what the locals had been claiming. Annabelle and Connor have been here a few days, and there has been a decided lack of anything remotely related to yetis or similar creatures.
On the plus side, this gives them time to relax in the very nice digs one of Max's acquaintances keeps as a vacation house. Heated floors, Persian carpets, glass that lets light in but doesn't let you sunburn....
Annabelle is taking the opportunity to sunbathe in the sun room, sprawled out on the very expensive carpets without a care in the world. Yesterday, one of the famous local artists practically begged her to pose for him. She turned him down. (The fact that his work generally involved nude women was likely a major factor in that decision.)
An artist's eyes would linger on the blond curls and pale skin and their contrast with the vibrant carpets, his hands would paint the shadows and splashes of light scattered across her body, the way they suggest both soft curves and a warrior's musculature, his mind work feverishly to mix the proper colors to capture the soft skin of her thighs or the soft rose dotting the centers of her breasts.
She's entirely nude at the moment, and completely unconcerned about that fact. The sun feels very good on ALL her skin, after all.
But what will Connor make of that sight, we wonder?
On the plus side, this gives them time to relax in the very nice digs one of Max's acquaintances keeps as a vacation house. Heated floors, Persian carpets, glass that lets light in but doesn't let you sunburn....
Annabelle is taking the opportunity to sunbathe in the sun room, sprawled out on the very expensive carpets without a care in the world. Yesterday, one of the famous local artists practically begged her to pose for him. She turned him down. (The fact that his work generally involved nude women was likely a major factor in that decision.)
An artist's eyes would linger on the blond curls and pale skin and their contrast with the vibrant carpets, his hands would paint the shadows and splashes of light scattered across her body, the way they suggest both soft curves and a warrior's musculature, his mind work feverishly to mix the proper colors to capture the soft skin of her thighs or the soft rose dotting the centers of her breasts.
She's entirely nude at the moment, and completely unconcerned about that fact. The sun feels very good on ALL her skin, after all.
But what will Connor make of that sight, we wonder?
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Date: 2011-08-10 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 04:07 am (UTC)"It is a bit of a giddy thrill," she confesses with a small smile. "You're normally far better with words and keeping your cool than I am, after all."
Is his brain likely to get less muddled with her so close? Tempting curves and soft, warm skin almost begging to be touched....
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Date: 2011-08-10 04:37 am (UTC)Hmm, he will not let such feeling unanswered, running a hand long her side. "So beautiful..."
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Date: 2011-08-10 04:47 am (UTC)Annabelle sighs blissfully, leaning into his touch. "Hmmm. I'm very glad you think so." She always likes it when he touches her, but right now that caress is teasing her libido, whetting her...appetite.
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Date: 2011-08-10 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 05:04 am (UTC)"Flatterer," she teases, smiling softly. Connor's luck has several components. Partly, men of this era tend to find Annabelle's manner and her skills on the field of battle unnerving at best and freakish at worst. The other half is, more or less, Annabelle's ignorance of the little cues and games that go on between the sexes. It's not that they aren't hitting on her, it's just that she doesn't tend to notice.....
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Date: 2011-08-10 05:13 am (UTC)Definitely.
And really, 'comfortable' is a very relative thing, considering they are naked and alone, and...
...Connor gives his girlfriend a kiss, then moves to spoon up fro behind. Then more than spoon up, guiding himself into a new angle, toughing, teasing, then taking her gently. Now, THAT is cuddling up, as one, rocking slowly in the beat of their hearts.
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Date: 2011-08-10 05:29 am (UTC)It's almost maddening, there being so little of him that she can reach like this, but it feels so very, very good. Then he takes her gently and she can begin to repay the favor, as it were.
She rocks with him, her body eagerly holding on to his. Moans and gasps and a half strangled "...please" for something she can't even define...
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Date: 2011-08-10 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 06:00 am (UTC)The kiss makes her shiver, and the slow, gentle rocking keeps her desire burning hot, but it's not enough to let things progress any further.
Annabelle can't manage words right now, just moans, gasps, and a needy, whining sound in the back of her throat.
He's not going to make her beg, is he?
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:03 am (UTC)What he'll do, is let his hands wander, caress and entice, to make things progress, albeit still slowly.
No need to rush, right?
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:20 am (UTC)No need to rush at all.
The slow build is only encouraging her plan of seeing just how long she can hold him at the edge of that sweet release, next time.
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:24 am (UTC)Slow, careful, and lasting a sizable time, to end with a wonderful mutual release: something to leave both completely satisfied...
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:35 am (UTC)Very satisfied, although Annabelle twists around so she can look in his eyes, caress him a little, while she curls up with him face to face. "Hm. I definitely don't deserve you," she says with a chuckle.
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 06:49 am (UTC)She snorts at his comment about getting close to deserving her. "You shouldn't sell yourself so short," she says with a sad smile, kissing him gently for a moment.
There are times when she's reminded of what his former world did to his confidence, and those times tend to make her want to punch lots of people in said world in the face. Repeatedly.
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:53 am (UTC)"Love you, Annabelle..."
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Date: 2011-08-10 06:56 am (UTC)"Love you, Connor..." Her heart is in his hands, strong and yet so very fragile.
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Date: 2011-08-10 07:02 am (UTC)Safe, with each other.