The 100 Oneshots: (including LGBTQ+)

Roan Pt II

Refer to "Roan" if you need a character reminder.... otherwise enjoy!

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I felt his eyes on me as I walked across the makeshift camp to the water.

The crystal clear stream flowed seamlessly as I watched through eager eyes. The water cascaded down the rocks in big bursts, crashing at the base of the lagoon with a deafening roar.

I ached to feel the water on my skin, to let the cool substance flow over me as I sank into my own world.

Into my own world, where he was there, behind me, peering down over my shoulder and stroking my collarbone gently. Whispering in my ear, sending chills down my body. Stubbles jaw rubbing against my bare shoulder, fingertips gliding over my spine, tracing my vertebrae.

I nearly lost myself just thinking about his touch. He, in question, was still laying on the ground, star struck.

I cast the knives aside and kicked off my boots. I saw him watching me, so I yanked off my clothes in a hurry, body bouncing as the effort to slip my pants down my legs took its toll.

Unclothed, I straightened up and threw my head back, inhaling all the beautiful smells of the surrounding area.

Pollen, grass, wood. All of it came rushing towards me at once. A little overwhelmed, I opened my eyes to find him staring.

I strode over to him, running my fingers roughly through my hair in an effort to expose more of my chest to him. Roan's face lifted and a coy smile played at the crook of his mouth.

I reached him and stood so I was overtop of his chest again, legs on either side of his ribs. The view must've been spectacular. I reached down and pulled his head up so it rested in between my legs.

Roan moaned and slowly began to leave a trail of wet kisses on my inner thigh. I gripped the back of his head and tilted it up so he was looking at me.

So vulnerable he was. I sank down to his level stripper style and ran my hands along his chest, eager to tear the material off.

My hands located the shirt and I ripped the material in two, leaving it hanging in shreds across his lower abdomen.

His devilish smirk was back as I pushed him onto his back. I thought of what I could do. His pants still needed to be removed; oh this would be perfect.

I readjusted so my back was facing him and inched my way up so I was sitting, bare bottomed, on his chest. My core heated up as I felt him hot underneath me.

With my bottom practically in his face, I stretched out so I was nearly laying on him. He groaned as my underneath ground against his pecs.

I stretched my fingers over his pants and unzipped them and peeled them off his legs. This took more stretching.

As I was stretching along him and laying completely flat against his body, I felt his large hands go up around my bottom and push me off.

I flung forward, crashing into the dirt bare chested. The impact was brutal. My chest throbbed from where it struck the ground, but I knew this was part of his game.

With my ass up in the air, I tried to stand up, but warm fingers closed around my hips and jerked me up. Midair, a hand came from around my right side and closed around my breast. Roan's entire forearm pulled me up, while his left hand grabbed the front of my left thigh and hauled me over to the lagoon.

There was a large area of the bank that was wet, and a huge area of mud lay there. Roan started walking towards it, and I squirmed in his grasp.

This only made him tighten his grip on my body, which caused me to half-moan as his hand slid further up my thigh.