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maskurbatesTitle: Enchanted
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Roman/Circe
Words: 461
Note: "Water" was the prompt.
She shrieked drunkenly as he splashed water at her. She held up her arms in a futile attempt to protect her face. He chuckled from the other end of the hotel's hot tub and took a swig directly from the champagne bottle they were sharing. It was only their second date, secret due to his parents' disapproval of the match. Roman had wanted to flout them openly, but Circe tempered him, reminding him of his inheritance. From the start of their clandestine affair, she'd thought of everything.
Her foresight impressed him. He liked the attention she gave him; the way her eyes dripped with lust when she looked at him. No one had ever appreciated his existence like Circe did. She enchanted him.
Roman moved around the hot tub and slung an arm around her shoulders. Circe grabbed the champagne bottle from him and gulped down the rest, pouting when the bottle was empty. Roman chuckled and uncorked a bottle waiting on ice, handing it to her. She took it and snuggled against him, nursing it.
"You're spoiling me, Roman," she giggled contentedly. He stroked her hair and moved his free hand to her breast.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, baby. You'll make up for it, I'm sure."
Circe tittered again. The sound irritated Roman and he pinched her nipple too hard, eliciting a high-pitched squeal that made him shiver with excitement.
"Ow!" she whined, drunkenly groping between his legs.
Roman shifted and positioned himself so that he pinned Circe beneath him. She set the champagne bottle on the floor behind her and arched her pelvis against him.
"I want you," she breathed into his ear.
Another titter, another internal twitch of irritation.
"I know," he replied, and pushed her shoulders under the water.
He easily held her down while her arms and legs flailed. The longer she was without air, the greater he found his satisfaction. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. He could hear her squealing under the water and he smiled, finally letting her up for air.
Circe flopped back against the edge of the hot tub, gasping for air and clinging to him.
"You're strong," she panted.
Roman smirked at her, pleased she was drunk enough to pass his little experiment off as horseplay. He reckoned she was drunk enough not to remember anything said or done tonight. He was suddenly filled with the urge to completely drop his charming socialite mask and reveal what he'd never revealed to anyone.
"Strong enough to hold you down and do all the terrible, life changing things I have planned for you," he murmured, caressing her throat.
Circe giggled and slipped a hand into his shorts, kissing his chest as she gave him a squeeze.
"I hope so."
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Roman/Circe
Words: 461
Note: "Water" was the prompt.
She shrieked drunkenly as he splashed water at her. She held up her arms in a futile attempt to protect her face. He chuckled from the other end of the hotel's hot tub and took a swig directly from the champagne bottle they were sharing. It was only their second date, secret due to his parents' disapproval of the match. Roman had wanted to flout them openly, but Circe tempered him, reminding him of his inheritance. From the start of their clandestine affair, she'd thought of everything.
Her foresight impressed him. He liked the attention she gave him; the way her eyes dripped with lust when she looked at him. No one had ever appreciated his existence like Circe did. She enchanted him.
Roman moved around the hot tub and slung an arm around her shoulders. Circe grabbed the champagne bottle from him and gulped down the rest, pouting when the bottle was empty. Roman chuckled and uncorked a bottle waiting on ice, handing it to her. She took it and snuggled against him, nursing it.
"You're spoiling me, Roman," she giggled contentedly. He stroked her hair and moved his free hand to her breast.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, baby. You'll make up for it, I'm sure."
Circe tittered again. The sound irritated Roman and he pinched her nipple too hard, eliciting a high-pitched squeal that made him shiver with excitement.
"Ow!" she whined, drunkenly groping between his legs.
Roman shifted and positioned himself so that he pinned Circe beneath him. She set the champagne bottle on the floor behind her and arched her pelvis against him.
"I want you," she breathed into his ear.
Another titter, another internal twitch of irritation.
"I know," he replied, and pushed her shoulders under the water.
He easily held her down while her arms and legs flailed. The longer she was without air, the greater he found his satisfaction. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. He could hear her squealing under the water and he smiled, finally letting her up for air.
Circe flopped back against the edge of the hot tub, gasping for air and clinging to him.
"You're strong," she panted.
Roman smirked at her, pleased she was drunk enough to pass his little experiment off as horseplay. He reckoned she was drunk enough not to remember anything said or done tonight. He was suddenly filled with the urge to completely drop his charming socialite mask and reveal what he'd never revealed to anyone.
"Strong enough to hold you down and do all the terrible, life changing things I have planned for you," he murmured, caressing her throat.
Circe giggled and slipped a hand into his shorts, kissing his chest as she gave him a squeeze.
"I hope so."
