GOLD RUSH : a good girl's guide to murder oneshots

SO IT GOES...

"Scratches down your back, now"

...                       ( smut warning ! )

Wear you like a necklace

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, throwing her head back.

"Dramatic, much?" He asked, pulling away from her neck — or what he'd called, his 'art project'.

"I can't not be dramatic when you're finger-fucking me and giving me hickeys as if nobody will see." She groaned, fingers flying to the back of his head, pulling him in and letting their lips crash together like waves.

It was like that for a moment, his fingers, well, fucking her and their lips working against each other just as intensely.

And when he pulled away to get back to marking her up, she stopped to giggle at him — "There's lipstick," she mumbled, "all over your mouth."

It was kinda hot, seeing her lipstick smudged around his lips, she had to be honest about that one. Kinda made her want to...

"Eat me out," she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Really?" He asked, fingers slowing, not to a complete stop but enough to pull a whine from those red lips of Pip's.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Pip asked, and it gave Ravi a chance and an excuse to really look at her. 

Her hair was curled, though now messy as ever — be it from Ravi's fingers running through it or from their night out, he wasn't sure. Her lips were still a perfect shade of maroon, except now so was the skin around her and Ravi's mouths. It was artwork, really. The cherry on top for Ravi, though, was how her the straps of her dress — black, short, sheer, lacy — were slipping off of her shoulders. That, and the fact that the already low-cut chest seemed to be slipping lower, too. She had to have known what she was doing, this evening. How the evening would end, too.

Who was he kidding? Of course she knew — Pip was the dictionary definition of methodical.

"No," he finally said. "You don't look like you're kidding, just super sexy."

"Gee, you're charming," she was getting impatient and he loved it.

I'm so chill, but you make me jealous

She wasn't the only one that wanted to end this waiting game, though. Truthfully, Ravi was itching for a taste of her.

He kissed her one last time, partially for the sweetness of her lipstick but mostly because he loved her, before trailing kisses down her neck, the bit of her chest exposed by her dress.

Taking his sweet time with it. Pausing here and there to leave a hickey or two. Nipping at her skin to hear her moan out.

When he did finally make it to her thighs, hidden under the pesky lace of her dress, he paused to look at her again.

And she was staring right back, chest rising and falling in slow motion and green eyes aglow.

"You're sure about this, yeah?" He asked, because as much as they loved being hands-on, this was new.

They'd made out, they'd made love, but they'd never had anything this intense. That, and Ravi had never tasted Pip like this.