Title: Sword Play

  Authors: Sarah ([email protected]) and Alex ([email protected])

  Rating: NC-17

  Category: Romance

  Status: Complete

  Spoilers: None

  Disclaimer: Not ours. Never will be ours. We just wish they were.

 

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  Evie walked into the room and picked up the sword that her husband had picked out for her. She sighed, wondering why he was so intent on teaching her how to sword fight. "Alright, I'll use this one I suppose. Although I won't be much good, I just don't play with your swords well." She sighed softly.

 

  "Oh, I wouldn't say that," Rick grinned, winking at her. He shook his head in amusement as he took the sword from her. He had chosen one that wouldn't be too big or heavy or her to use and he prepared to demonstrate. "Like I said before though, I want you to learn how to be able to handle yourself in case anything bad ever happens to you, alright?"

 

  She shrugged and brushed a thin curl out of her eye. "Alright, I get the message," she said and stepped back from him a little, wondering why he was srtaring at her like that. "Darling? Focus?" She waved her fingers in front of his eyes.

 

  "Huh?" he blinked when she did that and he shook his head, trying to clear away the visions of his wife playing with his 'sword'. "Oh, right. Focus." He took a deep breath and did just that. "Okay. First thing's first, you hold it like this so that it's pointing away from your body, you see? Don't want you taking out your own eye here."

 

  She laughed at that. "Oh really!? I was aware you wanted to make sure the sword pushed right inside *my* body," she said, unaware that her husband would interpret that too as a sexual joke. She raised her eyebrow at him. He was being very odd this morning. She shrugged off the though. Probably just something on his mind.

 

  His pants suddenly began to get a little tight at the thought of pushing into her body and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He opened his mouth to say something and was embarrassed when it came out as a squeak. He tried again. "Uh, yeah, pushing is...very good. Um, alright, let's move onto something else," he said quickly.

 

  She nodded and stepped up close. She turned her back to him and positioned herself with the sword in the way that he had shown her. "Okay, so help me hold this thing just right. I want to make sure my hands are in just the right spots."

 

  "Here, like this," he said, moving up close to her, putting his arms around her and placing his hands over hers so that both of them held the sword. He swallowed at their close proximity and what had already begun to get hard now got a little more so. He groaned a little when her ass wiggled against him and tried to cover it up with a cough. "Just place your hands here," he said, directing her where to go. "Yeah, like that. Make sure you have a good grip on it."

 

  She turned her head around upon hearing his moan, but then shook it off when he coughed. "I'm holding it tightly," she told him and gripped the sword hard, waiting for further instruction. She backed up against him a bit. "Should I hold it harder? Move my hands up a bit, or maybe down?"

 

  His eyes rolled back in his head when she pushed back against him and he grunted. "Ohh...definitely up first and then down...and then up again," he sighed, biting his lip. When she turned her head to look at him strangely, he gave her a weak smile in return. "Um, alright, you know how to hold it properly, now this is how you work it a little." He moved her grasp of the sword so that it sliced through the air from side to side. "I know that this might seem a little dumb, but just pretend that there's something in front of you and you're hitting it, okay?"

 

  She did as told, slowly moving it forward. Her movements were graceful and slow. "Just like this? Thrusting. That's the word for it, right?" She asked and thrust the sword outward just as she had seen him do so many times. It was rather thrilling to her and she sighed a little as she did this. She breathed in and out slowly to keep in time with her movements.

 

  "Thrusting...yeah," he said dreamily, only half aware of the fact that she was doing pretty well on her own, while he just stood draped over her, his mind elsewhere. He came back to himself when her movements began getting a lttle quicker and more sure of themselves. "Yeah, that's it, Evie. God, you thrust so well."

 

  She shrugged out of his embrace and twirled round. "Look at me, Rick." She brought the sword up against his neck. "On gaurd, Mr. O'Connell. Do you think you can take me on?" she asked him ironically.

 

  He whimpered in regret when he lost the contact of her warm body  against his and gulped nervously as the sword pressed against his neck. "Oh, I don't know, Evie," he said. "You're only just starting out here. I'm not sure if you would be able to handle me properly."

 

  She put her other hand on her hip and looked put-off. "I can take you on, I guarantee you that I can. Now here, take a sword and thrust with me," she said impatiently and handed him another sword.

 

  He took it from her dazedly and they took their respective positions standing opposite each other. He lifted his sword, holding it steady, well, as steady as he could considering how much his hands were shaking right now. He was still rock hard which was pretty uncomfortable, but she hadn't seemed to notice that. Well, she hadn't been looking down in that direction anyway. He tried to focus. "Are you ready?"

 

  She waved her fingers, beckoning him closer. "I'm always ready, darling," she said and moved hre sword, smacking it against his.  "Nice try," she said teasingly. "I'll have you yet, O'Connell." They began to fight.

 

  After standing there stupidly for a moment, he began to work with her. She was fast, but he had experience on his side. "Pretty good," he told her. "Now when I lunge at you, I want you to block and then parry with me, okay? Now you've got the attack, let's work on your defense." He raised his sword, bringing it down against hers.

 

  She held her own sword up in easy defense. Sweat creased her brow from all the working out. "Alright, how was that?" she asked and she parried another shot and then another and another. Her breathing came heavier now as she spun out of the way of his oncoming attacks. 

 

  "That was excellent, you're doing great," he gasped out as she blocked every single one of his attacks. He suddenly made the mistake of glancing up to her face and he smiled appreciatively at her appearance. She was flushed and sweaty and absolutely gorgeous. His mind forgot about their ongoing fight as he spaced out a little, and he was surprised when she knocked the sword out of his grasp.

 

  She charged forward, knocking him down to the floor. She stood over him, her chest heaving from exertions and her sword pointed at his neck. "Do you give up?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. "I have you cornered, O'Connell." She sighed, wiping her free hand over her brow, but keeping watch over him.

 

  "I give, I give," he said, raising his hands in surrender. He sighed in relief when she lifted the sword away from his throat, but he didn't move to get up, the view was too good. He lay on his back panting a little as he stared up at her. He grinned. "God, you're good," he told her. "Pretty soon you won't be needing me as a teacher."

 

  She tossed aside the sword and smiled down at him. "I never really needed you as a teacher," she remarked airily  and pushed her hair out of her face. "Well, I had better go and get lunch ready then," she said and began to walk away from him, not looking back.

 

  He quickly got to his feet and chased after her, grabbing her. "Hey!" he said indignantly. "You don't think you can get a lesson like that without giving something in return, do you?" He buried his face in the side of her neck, breathing in her scent deeply. "God, you smell good," he sighed.

 

  She hadn't realized until he was pressed up between her legs that he was aroused from this ordeal. "Dear me, Rick. Did you enjoy this lesson?" she asked slyly. She let one leg wrap around his to hold him to her tighter. It always felt good to feel him aroused and confined and between her legs.

 

  "Oh yeah," he groaned and began nipping at the column of her neck, sucking at the pale, sweaty skin there. He held her tightly to him and he began to rub against her a little, trying to ease his discomfort. "Now this is the kind of thrusting I prefer," he murmured, nibbling at her skin.

 

  "You actually have room in there?" she asked as he thrust dryly up against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he held her up so that she was pressed against the wall. She adored this; he must be feeling tortured by those pants and her legs were holding him so tightly that she could feel him pushing against her.

 

  He shook his head, whimpering slightly. "No. No room," he panted, grabbing a hold of her face between his hands and kissing her deeply, moaning into her mouth as his tongue stroked over hers. He continued to thrust against her, vaguely realising that he was going to embarass himself soon if he didn't get a grip and he willed his hips to slow down a little.

 

  She kissed him passionately and ran her hands over his shoulders.  "No, don't stop." She pushed against his hips, rubbing herself furiously against him, but slowing as he slowed. 

 

  He pulled away from her mouth for a moment. "Not stopping," he told her. "Just changing pace." He began to fumble with the zipper on her trousers, yanking it down. He pushed down her trousers a little along with her panties as he fumbled with his own fly. Once he had his pants undone, he let them fall down to his ankles and the tip of his cock nudged her entrance, finding her slick and wet. He groaned out loud. "Are you ready?" he gasped.

 

  She pushed against him. "Do I feel ready!?" she asked, wondering why he needed her permission to thrust deep inside of her. She leaned her head back against the wall, holding tightly to his hips.  "Come on, make us one," she ordered.

 

  He needed no further encouragement and he thrust his hips upward, burying himself inside of her. He groaned harshly when he was surrounded by the tight, wet heat of her body and he gently bit the skin at the side of her neck. He began rhythmically moving in and out of her, closing his eyes in pleasure. He kissed his way up to her mouth, kissing her deeply as their lower bodies worked together.

 

  She rocked against him. Their upper bodies were both still-clothed and she wished they were naked and upstairs. For now, it seemed this would have to do, since they didn't have much patience. "I didn't know sparring with me was such a turn on for you." She pushed down against him, moaning.

 

  "Everything you do turns me on," he gasped out, stroking smoothly in and out of her. His eyes slipped shut and he moaned with each thrust into her. He began moving faster, shoving her roughly up the wall with every harsh stroke of his cock. He went back to her neck, sucking hard on the soft flesh, leaving a red mark behind. "Oh God, Evie," he groaned, his voice muffled by her skin.

 

  "Richard..." she breathed, chewing on his ear. She only called him that whenever she was feeling strong emotions, such as the ones she was experiencing right now. She tightened on his cock, making sure he felt her tighten and relax around him. She knew how that affected him. "Who's gonna come first?" she asked.

 

  "I think I will if you keep on doing that," he moaned, screwing his eyes tight shut when he felt her contract and relax around him. He began to speed up a little, pushing into her hard and fast. He moved a hand down between their bodies right above where they were joined and he ground over her clit.

 

  "Then I'll win," she told him, groaning when she felt his fingers on her clit. He could drive her mad with lust and she leaned down, nippig along his neck, leaving slight red marks behind. She loved playing who could hold out longer

 

  His mouth searched out hers and he sucked on her full lower lip for a moment before diving into her mouth to taste her. He knew he couldn't last much longer, he had to make her come first. He kissed her deeply, moving his fingers harder over her sensitive flesh and pinching it tightly between his thumb and forefinger as his hips slapped hard against hers.

 

  She wanted to scream and she tossed her head from side to side, trying to calm herself to calm. "Richard...Oh, Rick..." She tightened hard around him and crashed her hips against his. It was a race for the finish and she would be content coming in second at this rate alone. 

 

  "Evie...Oh, God," he panted, his moans coming more frequent now the closer he got. His shirt was practically glued to his back with sweat, but he didn't care. His hips moved quickly now and with no finnesse, he was too desperate to come. It only took a few more thrusts before he went rigid in her embrace, bellowing out her name as he climaxed.

 

  She was quick to follow and she crushed her mouth to his, drowning the sounds of her groans, holding him tightly in place inside of her body. She finally broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against his. Her heart was racing and her hands gripped his shirt.

 

  He panted harshly, trembling. He could barely hold himself up after an orgasm like that, let alone her as well, but damned if he was going to move just yet. His knees were locked into place and he knew if he were to take one step, he'd collapse on the floor, so he just stay there. After a while, he was able to speak. "Well, I guess you won," he said, smiling.

 

   "Was there any doubt?" She asked. "I'm on a winning streak today. Why I bet I could beat you at chess," she said, though she had never been able to beat him at that. She let her legs unhook from his waist and she slid down his body until she sat slumped on the floor. She was trembling just as badly as he was, if not more so. 

 

  "I highly doubt it," he replied, sitting down heavily beside her.  He took her in his arms, holding her close. "I have an unbeaten track record, sweetheart, you know that." He squeezed her gently and he began to laugh. "God, we must look ridiculous," he chuckled, finally taking note of the pants that were twisted round his ankles. He shifted slightly, trying to tug them back up.

 

  She pulled her own trousers back into place and then helped him to get his pants up, placing a gentle kiss to his penis before she did so. "I like your sword the best, darling," she said with a wink.

 

  He laughed and got to his feet, offering a hand to her and helping her up. "Come on," he said, pulling her close once more. "I think we need to get cleaned up. The day is still young." He gave her a wicked grin and they made their way upstairs.