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Okay, this is super random but Captain Artist Swan and Cult of Dionysus. I've been waiting for a very good idea to pop into my head and this is my good idea
This still isn't a drabble, Catherine.
WORDS: 1600
RATING: M
Pairings: Captain Artist Swan
SUMMARY: In that moment she made a decision, one that had started to form in the Underworld but had shriveled and died when things went horribly wrong.
“You left because I walked in on you while I was masturbating.“
“So you wanted me to stay while you were teasing me like that? We both know the outcome of that would have been frustration on both our parts.”
“That’s it, lass. Where are you now?” Killian asked, his voice dropping an octave suggestively.
Milah bit back her grin as she pushed her cart. “At the hardware store. I’ve been meaning to” her own voice dropped to match his. “Tend the garden.” She patted the bag of ground oyster shells. There was a lot that went into making one’s own dirt. “Are you going to feed me in between bouts of passionate sex, or should I have something delivered?” There was a gasp just a bit too far for any eavesdropping to be accidental. “Then don’t go dropping eaves if you don’t want your delicate sensibilities scandalized!”
“But I want to touch you.”
“I do like when you touch me.” She hummed in thought. “I can be there soon. I can get to the store later.”
[Text] Oh… my
With that, Rumple says a big ‘fuck you’ to tidying up the shop and teleports his ass home. After locking it, of course. Safety first, incredible sex with his wife next.
She grinned when she heard the familiar whoosh. Sitting up and letting the sheet pool around her waist, she held up one of the long silk ties with an arched eyebrow. “I didn’t think you’d want me to start without you.”
There was a part of him that hoped she dug those nails in to his skin more often, enjoying the way it felt. Whether he said it or not he liked a little bit of rough sometimes, and it was exactly that kind of rough that felt best for him. That was something that they hadn’t ever done before the curse in the days they had been married in the Enchanted Forest.
As was the way she teased him when getting on to the bed, providing him with quite the few. A view that had him biting his bottom lip briefly, head tilting to enjoy what was on show for him. A breathy laugh as he moved to kneel on to the bed in front of her, Rumple reached up to touch at her chin. “I think we both know I’m more than up to the challenge…”
Leaning in again his hands went on to the bed by her waist, his body moving in closer so he could try to coax her in to laying back for him. All the while his lips were on hers again, determined to do whatever it took to make her feel good.
Milah liked using her nails. She enjoyed the feel, the sound, quickly indrawn breaths. She wasn't sure if he liked it as much as she did. She might ask him one day. Maybe even see if he'd return the favor.
She leaned in to his touch and smiled at his statement. "Oh yes."
She laid down as he moved closer, enjoying the feel of his weight on her. She shifted her leg to bring her knee up along his side, only able to raise up a few inches with how the skirt was. She huffed a breath and wiggled, unable to get more than that.
It actually made his heart leap to know that she missed him too, his hands pushing at her shirt to guide it over her shoulders and down her arms. He made a point of grazing his fingers over her skin to add to the tease, chuckling softly at the way she snorted. “I am,” he admitted with a little grin on his lips.
His own body trembled under her touch, his fingertips moving to slide along her waist, fingertips hooking under the hem of her skirt to give her a little tug in closer to him. His lips a breath from hers, his eyes starting to darken with want for her, he nudged his nose against hers. “Get on the bed, Milah… I’m going to make you forget everything except my name today…” His voice was low, the confidence of who he was now allowing him to say what he wanted with her, for her and to do to her.
She made sure to snag her shirt before it fell to the floor, tossing it aside somewhere where it wouldn’t be trampled.
His words should have made her snort or laugh. Instead, her nails dug into his skin a little and her breath hitched at the command and the promise. She kneeled on the bed before purposefully stretching out to lay on the mattress before she rolled over onto her back, flashing him an impish grin. If he was going to be delightfully bossy, she’d give him a nice view as she obeyed.
“I hope you’re up for the challenge. There’s a lot to forget about today.” She leaned up onto her hands. “You might need to be extra thorough, just in case.”
He leaned in towards her, not as nervous as he thought he would be at his towel being gone. He stood naked before her whilst she was anything but, and it only made him more determined to even the scales and make Milah feel good. Make his wife feel good. Whatever the future held for them, this felt more natural than he could have expected it to.
So his hands were going between the two of them, his fingers going to the button down blouse she was wearing to begin to undo each of them in turn. “I’ve missed you…” he confessed, stealing another kiss from her lips and then another. It was a vulnerable moment from him but she was showing one to him right now by making this first move. It felt… right to be equal with her there.
With her shirt undone his lips began to move down over her neck, down over her collarbone and back up to her lips. She may have said fuck it out of her, but he wasn’t going to just dive right in. No, he was going to take his time enough to really make her forget her day and think only of him.
She pulled her body back so he could work on her buttons, careful not to move too far back.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she admitted. She breathed a sigh through her nose as she tilted her head up, biting her lip as he kissed down her neck - and then she snorted sofly as he worked his way back up for another kiss. “Tease.”
She lightly trailed her nails down his sides in retaliation. Would he drive her crazy? Perhaps. If their cursed memories were anything to go by, it was very likely he could.
There was a tiny voice in the back of his head, a voice telling him that she had to be playing a game with him. Now she wasn’t cursed surely she wouldn’t want him. Yet he saw the way she looked at him and with her asking him and not outright just pushing him on to the bed it felt more genuine. Like this could be the start of something new just as he hoped it to be.
So his breath caught, his lips twitching in to a little grin and, lifting both of his hands up to touch at her cheeks, Rumple was nodding his head in kind. “Oh, absolutely…” he breathed. He’d missed her. Her touch, her warmth, how it felt to be close to her. Nothing else seemed to feel as good in this world as it felt to be near to her.
This curse certainly had proven to be a revelation for them.
Leaning in to close the gap between the two of them he was pressing his lips to Milah’s, kissing her slowly and deeply. Even his kisses were different to those of the man she had first married. This man was more confident in what he was capable of, carried himself with strength.
She smiled widely into the kiss, working her fingers at the knot for a moment and the towel falling to the ground when she wound her arms around his neck. It was different, this time compared to those decades and that time before. It felt more real and it felt less awkward.
“Please, Rumple?” she asked, just as nicely as she said she would, with a grin and a bit of a sing-song. She enjoyed the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. She’d missed even that, had found herself reaching toward him at night and waking up to cold sheets.
Rumple hadn’t heard Milah returning home but as he heard footsteps approaching he knew he needed to actively get dressed. At least he thought he did. Things were strange with them but they were a strange he didn’t dislike. Did he want more of a ‘label’ on them, to know that they were - dare he say it - going to stay married and actively try to make it work this time? He did. He really did.
So when he heard her speak his eyebrows both rose upwards in surprise. Yes, he was clearly still attracted to her and there was something there but for her to be so blunt? Definitely not what he expected. Yet, if she was propositioning him whilst awake then he knew he didn’t need to hold back himself, did he? He didn’t need to worry about it being something inappropriate. Two consenting adults who were interested in something happening.
So, allowing his lips to twitch upwards in to a little grin, Rumple first turned his head to look towards her over his shoulder. “I might need some help with that. Tied it a little too tightly around my waist, I think…” he replied, turning fully to face her. He was nervous, yes, and hopeful she wouldn’t change her mind. But ultimately he knew that he wanted something with her. Things were different now, and he wasn’t going to resist that.
When he turned his head toward her she arched her eyebrow in silent challenge. “Is that so?” She clicked her tongue. “You need to work on your knots. You could practice on me.” She recognized she was being a bit...spicy. She blamed the day. She was also tired of waiting for the day when the thought of him touching her made her recoil. It should, by all rights. But with nearly three decades of happiness she found herself missing it, instead. She knew he missed her, too. She caught those looks. Maybe they could try this, see where it lead them.
She pushed away from the door and sauntered toward him, setting the bottle and glass down on a shelf. Her hands trailed to where the towel was tied and she slipped her fingers in between skin and cloth. “I’ve had a bad day,” she admitted softly, biting her lip and raising hopeful eyebrows. “If I ask you nicely, would you fuck it out of me?”
After We Collied
His own lips curved higher at the mere thought of taking control. Who would have possibly thought that these two would be in this kind of position? Clearly both interested in being physically intimate with each other, Milah wlling him to take control? Yet this felt like the most natural position for him to be in, and he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than this. Than her.
“You like me telling you what to do, mm?” he asked knowingly. Now, at least, he could tell that it was something she liked. Something he liked too. Especially considering the roles they’d once had in their relationship when he had been nothing but a meek spinner. Now he was a man who knew how to take control of any given situation, enjoyed it.
With his hand down the front of her trousers, Rumple shamelessly cupped her through her underwear, starting to slowly rub the tips of his fingers against her. Just enough to begin to touch and tease, not nearly enough to begin to satisfy. “Unbutton your shirt. Slowly, like you did your trousers. Let me watch you…” he whispered, peering over her shoulder so he could do exactly that. Hand touching her, eyes fixed on he front, he knew that whilst someone could easily walk in to his shop at any given point that he was in no rush with this with her.
“Certainly in this sort of situation,” she purred. Control wasn’t something she gave over easily, wasn’t something she could do in all aspects of her life, but in situations like this it was very arousing to do so. And it was nice to have roles from before reversed, even if only a little.
She bit her lip and brought her fingers to her neck and slowly worked the buttons loose, one by one. She wasn’t sure if the door was locked, couldn’t tell from here. She hoped it was but shivered at the idea that it wasn’t. Her fingers moved over the lace of her bra. “I’m still amazing by these things,” she murmured, her finger gliding lightly over a cup before moving on to the next button. She turned a knee out, opening herself up to more teasing.
His lips twitched briefly at the reminder of what he’d done to her. He felt guilty for it now but at the time he’d wanted nothing more than to hurt her. In a sinister type of way he felt like they were even now for the pains of the past; she’d left them, he’d killed her. Well, as even as you ever could be when one side had literally been killed by the other.
Still, he continued to kiss and nip at her neck, enjoying the scent of her all the while. It was uniquely her, something that he felt he could immediately recognise. Comforting, arousing, all so very confusing. What else was arousing was the fact that she readily did as commanded, undoing her trousers at the kind of pace that he wanted her to do it at. Listening to the sounds of her moving the material, he allowed himself a small moan against her neck.
“For now…” he replied, hand skating higher over her thigh towards where her trousers hung open for him. One hand to her stomach, his other snaking down the front of her trousers, his lips moved back towards her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do, Milah. Tell me how you’re going to prove that I’m yours…”
She leaned back against him, her hands falling away from the waist of her trousers to her sides. She gasped and sighed at the kisses and nips along her neck and at one point even moaned a little at a sharper little snag.
Her smile widened at his words. The idea of telling him what she wanted was nice but there was still a delightful little curl in her stomach from earlier. “You sure you don’t want to tell me what to do again?” Her hands slid down his forearms and to his wrists, just sitting there, silently encouraging him on. “Take control?”
A breathy laugh blown against her ear and Rumple made a point of dragging his lips along the shell of her ear, down over her neck. A pause to inhale her scent - he had a thing for doing that, a little quirk and kink of his - and he was peppering kisses to her. “Old? You’re about my age too, don’t forget…” he quipped in kind. Thankfully, being the Dark One came with a number of perks. Some that were much more private than others, such as the stamina that he was gifted with. Stamina that he and Milah had more than taken advantage of lately.
Pressing his hips firmly forwards against her rear, Rumple took the opportunity to rock himself against her. “Good…” he breathed against her skin, nipping her neck briefly. The chemistry between them, especially in the bedroom, seemed to have multiplied thanks to the curse putting them back together. “Undo your trousers for me. Slowly…” he added on a quiet command.
“I technically had a few centuries of beauty sleep in there.” She didn’t feel the need to remind him why. That might kill the mood somewhat. “Think you can keep up?”
She bit her lip at the nips, tilting her head to one side. She’d only dabbed scent at her wrists, leaving the skin where his nose was natural. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt a flutter in her stomach as she obeyed his command. Slowly she worked her trousers open and hooked her thumbs in waist of them. “Am I keeping them on?”
justmilah replied to your post: my muses just want the crap fucked out of them. ya…
I know that feel.
they and i just have no energy to be dominant XD
When I say “fight me” I really mean “slam me against the wall and show me who’s in charge”
