The Arcana - Muriel Fanfics!

X - The Wheel of Fortune

*this is short, but unfortunately I've realised I really suck at writing smut rip :')

My fingers brush softly against Muriel's abdomen, swirling their way downwards with a mind of their own. His kiss deepens as he sighs, one hand running through choppy curls.  

"...I like short hair better," he murmurs between kisses. "My fingers don't get tangled." 

He moves downwards, kissing my neck. I close my eyes, content amongst the furs. The scent of myrrh envelops me, but I want more.

"I don't know," I chuckle as Muriel's lips skim my collar. "I didn't mind you getting tangled." I feel the wicked grin creeping up my face. Muriel glances up at me through his eyelashes, head still lowered at my neck. His warm breath tickles, and I can feel the heat of his blush.

There's a small smile though, as he runs his hands down my waist. He kisses my collarbone, tender at first. Muriel's hands slip under the furs, but I feel him roaming my back. 

I gasp. Muriel's eyes flick up, worry clouding passion. A faint pink spot, barely visible, marks where Muriel's lips were. 

"...Sorry," he mumbles. There's the faintest shadow of shame under the embarrassment. "I didn't...didn't mean for it to hurt..." Muriel trails off. 

I smile, tilting my head back. Muriel starts in surprise. "...Don't be sorry, love," I whisper. Secretly, I liked it, a little bit. Muriel still doesn't seem sure, but resumes his trail of kisses down my neck anyway. His stubble tickles as he works his way down. I inhale sharply as his tongue tentatively meets the peak of my breast. Even more surprising, Muriel only hesitates for a split second.

His forearms are buried between my back and the furs of the bed. Muriel props himself over me on his elbows, kisses becoming more urgent but never less sweet. A low, wobbly moan escapes my lips with my breath. By now, Muriel's lips brush my lower waist. Again, he looks up at me, lips resting on my navel. Just when I think he'll go lower still...

...he propels himself forward, and despite his momentum our lips connect softly. I jump in surprise, and when the tender kiss breaks, he blushes. I give him a questioning look. Muriel's green eyes avert mine guiltily, but he hasn't moved away. 

"Why'd you stop?" I ask curiously. Absently, my fingers trail downwards. I quirk my eyebrows when I find him hard. 

Muriel buries his face in the crook of my neck again, mumbling so low I barely catch his words. 

"...I...couldn't....I didn't want...." He hesitates, breathing deeply into my neck, like he's breathing me in. I stroke his hair, waiting for him to finish.

"Ican'twaitbecauseIwantyounow."

I burst into breathless laughter, feeling his small smile against my skin. 

I run my hand along the hardness, hot and stiff but incredibly smooth. Muriel shudders, trembling above me. 

"All yours, love," I breathe into his ear. 

With that, I feel him inside me, gentle and loving. I inhale jerkily, squirming with pleasure.