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Title: Rugburn
Fandom: Haven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Audrey/Duke
Summary: In which Duke's dishonorable intentions are not foiled by indiscreet bedsprings and there are freshly made chicken and mozzarella sandwiches.
Audrey orgasmed almost silently, as per usual, and then rolled off Duke, lying flat on the carpet of her room at Over The Way, legs still trembling. Duke took a minute to listen to the galloping beat of his heart and ran his hands though his hair, pushing the sweaty strands off his forehead.
"Are you hungry?" Audrey asked. Duke turned his head in her direction. She was lightly touching the red, abrased skin of her knees. That reminded him... he got to his feet, checked out his ass and yep, it was rugburned as fuck. Still looked fantastic, though.
"Starving," he answered, and pulled on his pants.
Audrey wiggled back into her panties and pulled on a tank (Duke watched appreciatively) and then turned to the little hot-plate and mini-fridge combo she had going in the corner of her room.
"Next time, we're doing that on the bed," he said, "especially if you're going to-" he flopped back on to said bed and the springs shrieked like a sackful of cats in heat. He flinched off. Audrey whirled around, finger pressed to her mouth.
"Okay, okay, point taken," he said, holding his hands up. "Seriously, though, that bed has got to cut into the honey-mooning clientele."
"You'd be surprised," Audrey said dryly and then seemed to shudder at some memory. She finished with the hotplate and turned around, bearing a plate full of...
"Are those turkey and grilled cheese sandwiches?" he asked, taking one.
"Chicken and mozzarella, but yeah," Audrey said.
"How did you do that?" he asked. "And do you want a job?"
She made that adorable giggly chuckle that Duke would never, ever admit made his heart feel gooey.
"I was an RA for two years in college," she said. "Free room and board," she continued off his look. "Of course, I never had time to actually eat when the dining halls were open, so I had to get pretty creative with the cooking implements that I could fit into my dorm room."
Okay, screw whoever could hear, this food was too good to eat standing up. Duke said down on the bed to finish his sandwich, and the springs only wailed a little bit. Plus, it was probably Julia in the next room over, and it wasn't like nailing her newest bestest friend was going to make her hate him that much more, right? Right. Duke made a mental note to be very, very stealthy on his way out.
Audrey frowned and she sat next to him, setting the plate on the bedside table.
"I bet you were a good RA," Duke mused, imaging Audrey dealing with collegiate interpersonal problems the way she dealt with Haven's troubles.
Audrey sat next to him, started picking at her abraded knees again. "Not really," she said, and then gave a private, bitter little laugh.
Duke swallowed, hating the upset look on her face.
"None of their problems seemed real. It was all so trivial." She shook her head and repeated, "Not real at all."
Duke lightly swatted her hand away from her knees. "So, college, huh? Was there were you learned to have sex like a ninja?"
Audrey's mouth dropped open and she looked, momentarily, like the catch of the day.
He made a considering face, put his hands just above Audrey's knees. "Of course, I don't think a ninja would need to keep biting my shoulder keep quiet... or is that something you picked up from those ridiculous-"
"Hey now," Audrey cut in. Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant pink but her eyes were steely. "You start making snarky comments about what I read and..."
Duke leaned closer, slid his hands slowly up the soft skin of her thighs. "And...?"
"....and," she repeated, eyes fluttering closed as he touched the even softer skin between her legs, stroked and make her breath catch.
"Remind me later," she said, voice almost inaudible and gratifyingly high. "I can't think of a proper threat when you're–" she covered her mouth as he pushed two fingers inside her, circled her clit with his thumb, but he heard the moan she was holding back.
Fandom: Haven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Audrey/Duke
Summary: In which Duke's dishonorable intentions are not foiled by indiscreet bedsprings and there are freshly made chicken and mozzarella sandwiches.
Audrey orgasmed almost silently, as per usual, and then rolled off Duke, lying flat on the carpet of her room at Over The Way, legs still trembling. Duke took a minute to listen to the galloping beat of his heart and ran his hands though his hair, pushing the sweaty strands off his forehead.
"Are you hungry?" Audrey asked. Duke turned his head in her direction. She was lightly touching the red, abrased skin of her knees. That reminded him... he got to his feet, checked out his ass and yep, it was rugburned as fuck. Still looked fantastic, though.
"Starving," he answered, and pulled on his pants.
Audrey wiggled back into her panties and pulled on a tank (Duke watched appreciatively) and then turned to the little hot-plate and mini-fridge combo she had going in the corner of her room.
"Next time, we're doing that on the bed," he said, "especially if you're going to-" he flopped back on to said bed and the springs shrieked like a sackful of cats in heat. He flinched off. Audrey whirled around, finger pressed to her mouth.
"Okay, okay, point taken," he said, holding his hands up. "Seriously, though, that bed has got to cut into the honey-mooning clientele."
"You'd be surprised," Audrey said dryly and then seemed to shudder at some memory. She finished with the hotplate and turned around, bearing a plate full of...
"Are those turkey and grilled cheese sandwiches?" he asked, taking one.
"Chicken and mozzarella, but yeah," Audrey said.
"How did you do that?" he asked. "And do you want a job?"
She made that adorable giggly chuckle that Duke would never, ever admit made his heart feel gooey.
"I was an RA for two years in college," she said. "Free room and board," she continued off his look. "Of course, I never had time to actually eat when the dining halls were open, so I had to get pretty creative with the cooking implements that I could fit into my dorm room."
Okay, screw whoever could hear, this food was too good to eat standing up. Duke said down on the bed to finish his sandwich, and the springs only wailed a little bit. Plus, it was probably Julia in the next room over, and it wasn't like nailing her newest bestest friend was going to make her hate him that much more, right? Right. Duke made a mental note to be very, very stealthy on his way out.
Audrey frowned and she sat next to him, setting the plate on the bedside table.
"I bet you were a good RA," Duke mused, imaging Audrey dealing with collegiate interpersonal problems the way she dealt with Haven's troubles.
Audrey sat next to him, started picking at her abraded knees again. "Not really," she said, and then gave a private, bitter little laugh.
Duke swallowed, hating the upset look on her face.
"None of their problems seemed real. It was all so trivial." She shook her head and repeated, "Not real at all."
Duke lightly swatted her hand away from her knees. "So, college, huh? Was there were you learned to have sex like a ninja?"
Audrey's mouth dropped open and she looked, momentarily, like the catch of the day.
He made a considering face, put his hands just above Audrey's knees. "Of course, I don't think a ninja would need to keep biting my shoulder keep quiet... or is that something you picked up from those ridiculous-"
"Hey now," Audrey cut in. Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant pink but her eyes were steely. "You start making snarky comments about what I read and..."
Duke leaned closer, slid his hands slowly up the soft skin of her thighs. "And...?"
"....and," she repeated, eyes fluttering closed as he touched the even softer skin between her legs, stroked and make her breath catch.
"Remind me later," she said, voice almost inaudible and gratifyingly high. "I can't think of a proper threat when you're–" she covered her mouth as he pushed two fingers inside her, circled her clit with his thumb, but he heard the moan she was holding back.