One-Shot Collection

First Part: "Luscious"

"Pleaaaase, Seamus!" You clasp your hands together in front of you, trying to put on the cutest face you can imagine.

"No." You stick out your bottom lip.

"Please."

"No." You frown.

"...please."

"Goddammit, I said no." He doesn't mean it harshly, just very... Seamus-like.

"Fine." You cross your arms and pout like a 5 year old.

He goes back to playing his game. You don't mind him playing games for a living, it's just the fact that he won't let you do it...

"Why do you want to so bad, anyway?" he asks, running a hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. You stare at the particular chunk that keeps falling into his eyes.

Huh? Why...

"Simply because I want to," you state with little thought. It was true, though, you really just wanted to do it.

"Well, I don't want you to. Now grab that controller and sit down." He turns back to his computer screen and starts up a multiplayer game. You didn't see the title, but you didn't really care at the moment. Instead of doing as he asked, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed your lips on his cheek. He started at the sudden contact and put the controller in his hand onto his desk. "Um... what are you doing?"

"Hmm? Is something the matter?" You peck his cheekbone, then his jaw line, and finally his lips. His neck was craned at an awkward angle to allow you to kiss him. He turned in his chair to make it more comfortable. His hands moved up and down your arms as he kissed you, causing miniscule shivers to run down your spine and pool at your navel. You shift so you are now straddling his lap in his desk chair. You pray to a deity that may or may not exist that you don't break his chair.

He pushes himself up straighter into the chair. In the process of doing so, he rubs himself against you, making you release either a moan or a gasp, but you can't really tell. The sound turns him on more, and he does it again, if only to hear the sound once more. You pull yourself away from his mouth and shove your hands up into his hair. It was long and slightly tangled, but you were much too busy getting your neck nibbled on to care.

Face to the ceiling, you didn't see his hands hovering downward to cup your butt. He somehow managed to stand up while holding you, and you were startled by the sudden lack of gravity. You tightened your legs around his midsection and wrap your arms more securely around his neck. He carries you to his bed on the opposite side of the room, and even in the heat of the moment, you can't help but to feel heavy and self-conscious about your weight.

Miraculously, he got you to the bed without hurting himself or you and placed you on the bed. Your legs managed to remain around his hips and he leans down and in to them, creating even more friction. His left arm supports his body over yours while his right explores your shoulder, your ribs, the dip in your waist. You grasp the hem of his shirt and try to remove it, and he sits up to pull it over his head. You take the opportunity to remove yours as well, and throw it somewhere in the room with all the other random junk.

As soon as he leans back down, his lips assault the skin on your chest. Suddenly you're glad you decided on wearing one of your cute underwear sets, as opposed to the plain, mismatched ones. You arch into his touch and gasp at the wondrous things he could do to you with those amazing lips of his.

You feel kind of bad for getting all the attention and thrust your hips up and forward. His kisses pause momentarily as he groans at the sensation of you rubbing against his member through both of your jeans. They suddenly feel like too much, too thick a layer between you and him. You reach down between the two of you, not-so-accidentally rubbing your hand across his front as you undo his pants and try to shimmy them off his legs.

He, thankfully, assists you in doing so, only removing himself from you too pull them from around his ankles. Before he puts himself back, he grabs your hips and yanks you towards the edge of the bed and quickly unbuttons your jeans and removes them. You are both in only your underwear, for now anyway, and he places himself back between your hips and continues to kiss you. As you both get more and more aroused, the kisses get wetter and sloppier.

"Hold on a moment," he states authoritivly. You whimper at the loss of contact and wait impatiently for his return. When he finally does not two minutes later, you see him throw something down next to you on the bed. You turn your head and see he's tossed several condoms down next to you. Seeing them gets you even more excited and you sit up to remove your bra just as he puts his hips between yours again. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck and he reaches behind you and unhooks it before pulling it down your arms and away.

You reach for the hair at the back of his head and pull lightly to bring him down to you. The kiss is an open-mouth one, and you both fight for tounge dominance. You submit to him as his hand grips your bare chest. He has you gasping and moaning in moments, and suddenly the pressure inside of you is too much, and you somehow flip the both of you over and straddle his lap for the second time. You rotate your pelvis against his and he grabs your hips and pulls you harder against him as he groans in pleasure.

When you feel yourself getting close, you try to speed it up, but he doesn't go for that. Instead, he has you back on your back and the remaining clothes barriers between you gone. And then he's there, nudging you, and you try to remember when he put the condom on, but you no longer care when he pushes all the way inside you.

~Page Break~

Your breaths are coming quickly as your head lays on Seamus's shoulder. Your left arm plays with the seam of the blanket covering both of you up to your hips. His hand fiddles with your hair.

You look up at him. His eyes are closed and his hair is a mess. You focus on that in particular.

You lean up and look down at his face. Seeming to sense you, he opens his beautiful eyes that can never seem to pick a colour. He smiles up at you. It's not sarcastic as usual, but content.

You smile back and say, "Please?"

His smile finally becomes more sarcastic as he rolls his eyes at you and replies, "Fine. You can brush my hair. Why do you want to do it so bad anyway?"

It's your turn to smirk with your reply.

"Because it's luscious."