Title: La Belle Dame San Merci

Author: Jennifer O'Connell

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Evie gets bored, annoys Rick, then makes him jealous and tada! smut!

Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, I wouldn't be online so much

 

       Life at the O'Connell manor was never dull, usually, but today Alex was out on a two-day field trip with his class, Jonathan was off solving the mysteries of the world, or whatever he did in his free time. Even Rick was sitting in his study writing business letters, and Evie? Evie was stuck in the house, bored silly. The museum was closed down for repairs, and they wouldn't let her in, she had tried, twice. She had already cleaned the kitchen, bedrooms, sitting rooms, hallways, everything, and she hated cleaning. She had tried to read, a past time she normally had no trouble doing, but just couldn't sit still long enough. Puttering in the garden was out, she had a black thumb. So, she strolled to Rick's study, stopping at the threshold to watch him write, he was using the pen that she had given him as part of her first Christmas gift to him.

       Sensing her presence, he looked up from the letter he was writing, "I'm assuming you're bored silly."

       She nodded, "Can't you put that off for a while? We can grab a bite to eat, or just talk, or play chess, I'll even let you win."

       His eyebrows went up in shock, "Let me win? Listen, just because you always win at chess doesn't mean I can't beat you."

       She shrugged, "Whatever you say, but why don't we test that theory out?" At the negative shake of his head, she pouted walking farther into the study, "Come on Rick, I promise, we'll have fun."

       "I have no doubts that we would, Evie, but I've been putting this off for days now, and it's got to get done." His writing continued furiously, as she walked behind him, and looked over his shoulder at the letter, "Oh Rick, you're choosing a letter to that annoying Mr. Ether over me? He hits on me every time I see him you know."

       Rick nodded, "Yes I know, and it makes me want to punch him every time he does, but he's interested in donating his collection of artifacts to the museum, so we have to be civil."

       "Oh I don't care about some stupid artifacts," at Rick's I'm-not-swallowing-that-load-of-crap look, she got defensive, "Well I don't, not right now, the museum is closed, and I'm on holiday from it, and so should you." With that, she reached over his shoulder, grabbed the pen from his hand, and started to run, laughing all the way.

       "Hey, that's mine!" he cried, and ran after her. For such a small little thing, she was fast, and she had a head start. He caught a glimpse of her going into the formal dining room, and sprinted, as much as his socks would allow on the wood floor, after her. He found her there, laughing, at the opposite end of the table, her hands gripping top of the chair in front of her. "Evie, come on, you interrupted my flow, that letter was coming along so well!"

       She rolled her eyes, "Rick, your letters are always good, I should know, I get the bulk of them." Evie wagged the pen in front of her, "If you want it, come and get it."

            He started to walk around the table towards her, holding out his hand, to which she began walking in the same direction, and toward the door. Seeing this, Rick changed directions, groaning when she did the same. They continued circling their half of the table, until Rick finally had had enough and ran around the table, hoping to catch her, which was futile, because she just ran out the door and down the hallway.

            By the time he had maneuvered the chairs she had put in his way, she had disappeared from his radar. "Evie," he called, "come on, I'm almost done, I swear." He heard footsteps on the second floor and smiled, heading toward the stairs. "I swear Evie, you're as bad as Alex," he muttered.

            "I heard that," she called, startling him. He looked up in time to see her run from the top of the stairs to their bedroom.

            "You know Evie," he called, "All those times you've yelled at Alex for interrupting your work at the museum, or your reading? You know I'm right."

Taking the steps two at a time, he followed her into the bedroom where she was frantically trying to find a place to hide the pen. He looked at her then, meeting her eyes. Lord, she was beautiful, her eyes dancing with play, her faced flushed from running, and breathing heavily. It never ceased to amaze him that she still affected him this way after all these years.

            Not finding a place to hide it, she finally slipped it down the front of her

shirt, looking defiantly at him. "I don't know what the fuss over this letter is anyway. I don't want to see him again, Rick." She watched guardedly as he walked closer and closer to her.

            "Oh really? And why is that?" he murmured, transfixed on her chest.

            She put her hand on her hips, "Because last time I saw that pig, he grabbed my butt, that's why."

            He looked up into her face, startled, "He did what?"

            She nodded her head, "Honestly Rick, I'm not making it up. At that luncheon we went to last month, he grabbed my butt when he walked past me."

            "So that's why you were acting strangely that night, why didn't you tell me?" He had finally gotten to the point where he was standing right in front of her, and he was fairly sure she had forgotten about the pen.

            "Well, I really didn't want to make a big fuss over it, and I didn't really want you to kill him, you can be overprotective you know," she informed him.

            "Yes, but," Rick reached behind her, grabbing her butt and pulling her against him, "this is mine."

            One eyebrow went up, "Oh really? I thought it was mine."

            "What's yours is mine," he said, then bent to kiss her softly, "And what's mine is yours."

            "I'll remember that."

            Suddenly, his mouth was against hers, soft and warm, opening to the gentle

knock of her tongue withuout hesitation. His lips carressed hers with ease, his tongue unfolding into her mouth, stroking the tender skin inside firmly, sending waves of sensationout along every nerve of her body. Her fingers, wrapped oround the nape of his neck, tingled and burned;waves of cold and heat washed thier way up and down her spine. Evie felt herself growing wet, felt him growing hard where his hips pressed against hers.

             Rick braced his hands on either side of her hips, and presses her backwards

until she is lying on the bed, her legs hanging off the side of the bed, his torso draped over hers. Finally, he began to make his way down her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses dowh her neck and across her shoulders. His nimble fingers were making short work of the tiny buttons of her shirt. Slowly, he uncovered the pen caught in her brazziere. he looked up at her, a mischeivious smile tugging at his lips, "Found it," with that, he got up to leave.

           Evie grabbed at his shirt, "Don't you dare."

           She pulled him back on top of her, him landing a little clumsily with an "Umph, anxious?"

           She gave him a threatening look, "I would have thought you had learned to never, ever leave me hanging." With that, she renewed their kiss, crushing his lips to hers.

            Rick groaned and broke it long enough to hurridly pull his shirt off before

allowing himself another, feeling her fingernails scrape the back of his neck. He clumsily undid the hooks on her bra, revealing her full and perfect breasts. Talented lips, teeth, and tongue began feasting on her breasts, laving over every inch of flesh. He suckled like a hungry infant. Evie cradled her palm against his hollowed cheeks, biting her lip to keep from whimpering, then remembering they were alone, she allowed herself a sigh of pleasure. She could feel him gently scraping the length of her nipples, soothing it by lapping at her with his tongue.

             "Rick, please...oh god," she groaned loudly, "Please, in me... now."

             "In a minute, let me make this good for you," he told her.

             She bit her lip, "It's always been good, oh god, please."

             His attentions to her breasts turned south, his kisses trailing his fingers

as he unfastened and pulled down her pants and underwear smoothly. Then, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, he placed her legs on his shoulders and slipped two fingers into her wetness, massaging the front wall of her tunnel.

           She nearly bolted upright out of the bed as he began to suck hard on her clitoris, capturing the base of her swollen nerves with his teeth gently and scraped the flat of his tongue over her from bottom to top, lapping her like a cat. She couldn't find the breath to ask him again to stop, and finally, she exploded with a shriek, her tremors overtaking her body.

            Smiling he stood and watched her as she came, quickly taking off his pants

and boxers. As her tremors slowed down, he grabbed her wirsts and pulled them up over her head, and drove into her hard, all the way to the hilt. He could still feel the aftershocks of her climax around his cock, and he clenched his teeth in order to keepo from tumbling over the edge too quickly. As gently as he could, he let go of her wrists and pushed them farther onto the bed, giving himself some leverage.

           Neither was sure who moved first, but whoever it was, they moved together in

a rolling motion, slow and gentle, groans, sighs and exclamations mingling together in a jumble of feeling. Rick braced his elbows above her shoulders, letting his weight rest on her, buring his fingers in her dark, silky hair, thus, trapping her head and forcing her to look at him as he began to move faster in and out of her. "You're mine."

           Through her haze, she managed to find her voice, "So that is what this is about?" then whimpered as he punctuated his statement with a forceful thrust.

            He nodded his confirmation, then began hammering into her as hard as he could, letting himself get swallowed in the feeling of her. Gasping, he reached down and kissed her like a man dying of thirst, feeling her give in to her climax, choking sobs escaped from her, "Oh god, I love you Evie," he panted, releasing himself as well into her warm depths, his universe narrowing to only her, and him, together.

 

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            She finally awoke to the sun slowly sinking below the treeline, him on his stomach, his arm slung over her shoulders protectively. Evie smiled a little, and gave him a soft kiss, waking him. His sapphire blue eyes opened to hers sleepily, yet smiling. "That was great," he told her.

            She smiled, "Spending time with me normally is, compared to a letter."

            He spooned her in front of him, "Yeah, it is. About that, I'm not sending that letter."

            She looked at him over her shoulder, "Why?"

            "Because, you're mine, and I'm not sharing you for anything."

 

 

 

Finis