Fic: May I Kiss You?
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meridian_roseTitle: May I Kiss You?
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Call Me Mistress
Pairing/Characters: Amy/Etienne
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 794
Prompt: For the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
cottoncandy_bingo prompt kiss (not on lips/face)
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dorothydeath
Summary: On a lazy afternoon, Amy finds Etienne's request for a kiss takes an unexpected, though not unwelcome, turn
Warnings: None
Amy stifled a yawn. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the blinds was warm and the bed was comfortable. If she hadn't been sitting up, propped against the pile of pillows, she would almost certainly have drifted off to sleep. She'd chosen reading over watching television for that reason, that in the warmer lounge area with its comfortable seats, she might fall asleep and miss something.
She put her book aside and looked at Etienne, lying peacefully alongside her, apparently dozing. He wasn't asleep though, for he immediately opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"Is this really fun for you?" she asked doubtfully.
Etienne pushed himself into a sitting position. "Yes. It is an honour to spend time with the Mistress."
Amy studied him, all eager brown eyes and messy hair. "But are you enjoying lying there while I read?"
He shrugged. "I would rather be here than not."
Lawyer, she remembered, or at least law student. She'd have to work harder if she wanted a straight answer from him.
"Well you've been too good for me to punish you. Is there anything you'd like do as a reward?" Hopefully he had learned where some of the boundaries were and he wouldn't suggest anything too outrageous.
Etienne chewed at his lip and considered. "May I kiss you?"
She blinked. Given the multitude of kinky possibilities he might easily have chosen, something so innocent threw her off guard. "All right."
He leaned over, but not to kiss her cheek or lips as she had expected. Instead, he lifted her hand, pressing his lips to the back of it. He met her surprised gaze. "Bon?"
"Oui." That she'd responded in kind made him grin. She felt delighted to have pleased him so easily.
"Again?"
Amy nodded. Etienne turned her hand over and kissed her palm. He again looked to her for approval, though wordlessly this time. She nodded and he kissed her wrist. Further kisses followed along her bare arm. When he was nearly at her shoulder, he nipped very gently at her skin. Like a puppy waiting to see if he'd be scolded for sitting on the furniture, Etienne hesitated and met her gaze.
"Do you want to be punished?" she asked, a little more sternly than she intended. It was hard for her to know which of the guests enjoyed being dominated and abused, and which preferred gentler forms of erotic play.
"No, Mistress," he said empathetically. "I will stop."
She reached over and squeezed his thigh. "No. Continue."
Etienne regarded her cautiously for a moment. Then he moved to straddle her, so his knees were either side of hers. He gently moved Amy's hair from her neck and kissed the soft flesh there. Then he pressed his lips to her collarbone. Next he kissed her just above the scoop neck of her black vest top. He placed one hand very gently on Amy's left breast, fingertips barely denting the jersey material. When she didn't protest, he bent over and buried his head in her cleavage to kiss her breastbone.
Amy felt her breath catch in her throat as he moved ever lower, below her breasts and in a straight, almost unbroken, line down her chest and belly. His left hand still rested at her breast, while the fingers of his right hand now traced the path his mouth had marked.
When he reached her navel she was flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. As one finger dipped into her navel and he made to kiss the last inch of material before reaching her jeans, Amy wound her fingers tightly into Etienne's hair. He stopped at once, lifting his head until it had to be hurting his scalp.
"Enough, Mistress?"
Yes. No. Maybe. Unexpected arousal warred with caution and some fear.
"Yes. Enough." Amy relaxed her death grip on his hair and smoothed the tangled locks.
He sat back on his heels, hands held loosely at his side. "Did I please you?"
She nodded and swallowed. "Yes, Etienne. You did." She patted his knee.
He climbed back over her and off the bed onto the floor. "Perhaps we can do it again soon?" He gave her a sly smile. "And next time under your clothes."
"Perhaps." Amy picked her book back up, mostly for something to do – she couldn't concentrate to read right now, that was for certain. "Don't get too clever."
"There is no such thing." He bowed his head and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Amy stared for a moment at her hand, remembering the touch of Etienne's lips. It had been a much more erotically charged moment than she would have expected. A smile spread over her face. Next time? Oh, yes. There would definitely be a next time.
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series: Call Me Mistress
Pairing/Characters: Amy/Etienne
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 794
Prompt: For the
cottoncandy_bingo prompt kiss (not on lips/face)Beta: beta'd and cheered on by
dorothydeathSummary: On a lazy afternoon, Amy finds Etienne's request for a kiss takes an unexpected, though not unwelcome, turn
Warnings: None
Amy stifled a yawn. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the blinds was warm and the bed was comfortable. If she hadn't been sitting up, propped against the pile of pillows, she would almost certainly have drifted off to sleep. She'd chosen reading over watching television for that reason, that in the warmer lounge area with its comfortable seats, she might fall asleep and miss something.
She put her book aside and looked at Etienne, lying peacefully alongside her, apparently dozing. He wasn't asleep though, for he immediately opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"Is this really fun for you?" she asked doubtfully.
Etienne pushed himself into a sitting position. "Yes. It is an honour to spend time with the Mistress."
Amy studied him, all eager brown eyes and messy hair. "But are you enjoying lying there while I read?"
He shrugged. "I would rather be here than not."
Lawyer, she remembered, or at least law student. She'd have to work harder if she wanted a straight answer from him.
"Well you've been too good for me to punish you. Is there anything you'd like do as a reward?" Hopefully he had learned where some of the boundaries were and he wouldn't suggest anything too outrageous.
Etienne chewed at his lip and considered. "May I kiss you?"
She blinked. Given the multitude of kinky possibilities he might easily have chosen, something so innocent threw her off guard. "All right."
He leaned over, but not to kiss her cheek or lips as she had expected. Instead, he lifted her hand, pressing his lips to the back of it. He met her surprised gaze. "Bon?"
"Oui." That she'd responded in kind made him grin. She felt delighted to have pleased him so easily.
"Again?"
Amy nodded. Etienne turned her hand over and kissed her palm. He again looked to her for approval, though wordlessly this time. She nodded and he kissed her wrist. Further kisses followed along her bare arm. When he was nearly at her shoulder, he nipped very gently at her skin. Like a puppy waiting to see if he'd be scolded for sitting on the furniture, Etienne hesitated and met her gaze.
"Do you want to be punished?" she asked, a little more sternly than she intended. It was hard for her to know which of the guests enjoyed being dominated and abused, and which preferred gentler forms of erotic play.
"No, Mistress," he said empathetically. "I will stop."
She reached over and squeezed his thigh. "No. Continue."
Etienne regarded her cautiously for a moment. Then he moved to straddle her, so his knees were either side of hers. He gently moved Amy's hair from her neck and kissed the soft flesh there. Then he pressed his lips to her collarbone. Next he kissed her just above the scoop neck of her black vest top. He placed one hand very gently on Amy's left breast, fingertips barely denting the jersey material. When she didn't protest, he bent over and buried his head in her cleavage to kiss her breastbone.
Amy felt her breath catch in her throat as he moved ever lower, below her breasts and in a straight, almost unbroken, line down her chest and belly. His left hand still rested at her breast, while the fingers of his right hand now traced the path his mouth had marked.
When he reached her navel she was flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. As one finger dipped into her navel and he made to kiss the last inch of material before reaching her jeans, Amy wound her fingers tightly into Etienne's hair. He stopped at once, lifting his head until it had to be hurting his scalp.
"Enough, Mistress?"
Yes. No. Maybe. Unexpected arousal warred with caution and some fear.
"Yes. Enough." Amy relaxed her death grip on his hair and smoothed the tangled locks.
He sat back on his heels, hands held loosely at his side. "Did I please you?"
She nodded and swallowed. "Yes, Etienne. You did." She patted his knee.
He climbed back over her and off the bed onto the floor. "Perhaps we can do it again soon?" He gave her a sly smile. "And next time under your clothes."
"Perhaps." Amy picked her book back up, mostly for something to do – she couldn't concentrate to read right now, that was for certain. "Don't get too clever."
"There is no such thing." He bowed his head and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Amy stared for a moment at her hand, remembering the touch of Etienne's lips. It had been a much more erotically charged moment than she would have expected. A smile spread over her face. Next time? Oh, yes. There would definitely be a next time.
