SWS Part II, Section 2

... decisions, and that is the more important lesson.” Aislinn weighed his words, tipping her head from one side to the other as she went repeated what he had just said in her mind. She shifted, untucking her legs from underneath her to stretch them out in front of her, crossing them at the ankles. She made sure to keep her skirt tight against her legs to prevent the light breeze from catching ...

Fanfiction: Clutter

...was her calm that was most perilous. “You’re not clutter,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want.” “Just … don’t let me become clutter. Don’t let me slow you down.” She leaned over him, untucking his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans with one hand like the expert she was. Marshall sucked in his stomach to give her access by instinct. “You don’t slow me down …” she whispered. “You send me ...

The Superhuman Crew by Mad Maudlin (Amnesty 2008, Backstory)

... "Smartest man alive," Rodney said. He pressed his face into John's neck, feeling the little snaps of static there, and that unbelievable heat. "Thought that was the Hierophant," John said, untucking Rodney's shirt. "What, you think that little fetishist—?" But then John was kissing him, and the light was growing brighter and brighter, and Rodney had no thoughts to spare for the competition; ...

Lessons In Freedom, Part III

... the new expanse of skin that is revealed to her. She draws a little breath and her fingers are moving to find the edge of his shirt as she starts to tug it from the waistband of his pants, untucking it before she lets her hands glide up under it. The first touch of her cool fingertips to his stomach is careful as though she expects reprimand before they begins to follow the flow of his skin over ...

DW smut!fic: the inherent danger of time lords in tight clothing

... clothing than she's ever seen him, she's tearing the vest right off his back. Tearing it off because it's all so tight and taut and everything underneath is the same, tight and taut, and carefully untucking and sliding it off, while that could be fun some other time, there is no time for it now, for the careful movements needed to get the vest out of his trousers, to get the clasp unclasped, the...

Practical? I think not.

... a constant state of amusement, at least, that's what he is telling me." "And who is 'he'?" Iesia wants to know, contemplative. "You mentioned a name. Darloth? Is that your dragon?" She shifts again, untucking the hide from her arm so that she can tuck it under her opposite arm, more comfortable. K'gen nods, "That's the one. The big blue dragon right outside. He is waiting patiently and hoping ...

There's blood spilled on the floor [Everyone's staring at you, what for?]

... his jaw lightly her head shaking away the casual thought that she could just forget the pain and sorrow and put it behind her in a moment. She leans forward and presses a kiss to his forehead before easing back and untucking her legs from beneath her. It takes her a bit to stand up, but she makes it to her feet and holds her hand out to him. "Come with me," Rose asked of him, the irony of it all ...

...I’ve heard plenty about you.” “Er…th-thanks…” To descriptions to which I really have no comments: Harry did and Adrien began his work. Unbuttoning two buttons on Harry’s white dress shirt along with untucking it, Adrien decided to go with I’m-out-of-bed-and-so-dead-sexy-that-I-make-this-uniform-good look. Whipping out his bag of doom, Adrien looked for Harry’s accessories. Tossing, three...

Because He Can (1/?)

... activities. Namely, wrapping themselves around House’s pelvic bone. “I’m not the one with the scar fetish.” He let his forehead thud softly against Wilson’s, his hands going to work, untucking the shirt, undoing the remaining buttons, letting the air between their mouths mix and ignite. Even lost among sexual tension, warm breath, and strong fingers, Wilson could feel the difference. House’s ...

Church Clothes (3/6): Chuck

... her tighter, as if at any moment Sarah is going to step back and declare this a mistake.   Sarah’s so far from that reality, it’s unbelievable, and her hands are at his waist, untucking his shirt, when the door opens, flooding the supply closet with light. Sarah blinks in the sudden harsh light.   “Oops, we didn’t realize this closet was occupied!” comes a distinctly female voice. Sarah ...