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konstantyaTitle: Queen’s Gambit Accepted
Fandom: The Love Pawn (Short Story)
Genre: Romance, smut. (See AO3 post for full content tags.)
Characters/pairings: Paula Ingram/Red (Jack Delafield)
Rating: R
Word count: 866
Summary: Truly, her husband could be so patient when he needed to be. But then, he’d already proven that a long time ago, hadn’t he? (Post-canon fic. As before, the original short story can be found here.)
If you’d like to leave a comment, please do so on AO3!
Paula sighed as she unclasped her garters and slid her stockings down her legs. It was late, relatively-speaking, and they’d just recently returned from a party—some big birthday bash for one of her friends’ fathers. She liked social functions, there was no denying that, but all the same, it was nice to be back home again—and not just because it meant she got to strip off all her evening wear.
The evening wear was a big part of it, though, and once her stockings were safely draped over the edge of her dresser drawer and her garter belt was tucked away, she gave a little shimmy, reveling in the feeling of her soft silk tap pants unconstrained against her bottom. From there, she sat down at her vanity and undid her bra. Her gown—blue velvet, with a cowl neck—was already hanging back up in her wardrobe.
The bra got tucked away with the garter belt, and she took a minute to massage her now-free breasts, pushing them together to form a deep V, then flattening them out with her palms. Her nipples puckered with exposure to the air, dark pink buttons in the midst of her creamy skin, and she went one step further, lightly pinching and rolling them in between her fingertips until they were positively erect and her core throbbed with the sensation. She squirmed in her seat, briefly rubbing her thighs together, and off to the side, there was a rustle of fabric as a pair of trouser-covered legs restlessly crossed.
Paula paid the sound no mind, reaching around to pick up a short, translucent peach negligee from the back of the vanity chair. She slid her arms into the sleeves, knotted it loosely at her waist, then set about to brushing her hair. When she was done, the decorative clip she’d worn earlier placed safely back in her jewelry box, she raised her arms and stretched luxuriously in front of the mirror. Her nipples, still hard, showed enticingly through the sheer garment, and there was yet another rustle off to the side as her audience of one shifted his legs again.
It was tempting to tease him even more, but Paula decided to save that for another day. Instead, she languidly stood and finally sauntered over to her husband. He was sitting in a plush leather chair in the corner of the room, hands poised along the arms, watching her intently. He was still fully dressed, from his cufflinks down to his shoelaces, but there was a certain part of him below the belt that belied his otherwise put-together appearance and rendered him thoroughly indecent. Grasping his shoulders for balance, Paula straddled his lap, deliberately nestling herself right up against him. Jack didn’t say anything as he tilted his head back to continue looking at her, but his nostrils flared, and the leather creaked slightly as his fingers involuntarily dug into the chair-arms. That other part of him twitched anxiously at her warm center, but aside from that, he didn’t move a muscle. Paula smiled impishly at the leashed desire in his eyes. Truly, he could be so patient when he needed to be. But then, he’d already proven that a long time ago, hadn’t he?
She smoothed her hands over his lapels, then decided to take a little pity on him by undoing his bow-tie. As she picked open his shirt, grazing her nails over his collarbone and the strong column of his neck, she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat as he swallowed. The pure power she had over him in the moment was tantalizing. Downright wickedly, she entertained the idea of drawing it out, of rocking against him in a torturous dance just to see what his reaction would be. But there was her own eager state to consider, and suffice it to say, she wasn’t feeling particularly into self-denial right then. In the end, she simply wound one of the tails of his satin tie around her finger, feigning idleness.
“I think Beverly is beginning to worry about me,” she said. “I should probably stop using a headache as an excuse.”
At this—and only this—Jack dared to speak. “Don’t act like it’s my fault. You’re the one who keeps wanting to leave early from these soirees,” he wryly pointed out.
Paula pulled back in mock offense. “And who could blame me, when my husband cuts such a fine figure in his suit! Is it any wonder that I’d want to get him out of it as soon as possible?”
“And yet,” he drawled, amusement playing about his mouth, “with the generous exception of my bow-tie, here I am, still entirely clothed.”
“Well,” she conceded, “you have been awfully good. I suppose you’ve earned a reward.” And with that, she wriggled her hips, arched her chest into his with unmistakable suggestion, and slowly lowered her lips to his ear. “Take me to bed, Jack Delafield,” she ordered, and Jack wasted no time, letting his arms at last close around her as he swiftly rose to his feet.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, and obediently carried her to the mattress.
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A/N: So with this, I guess I’ve now effectively written strip-tease fic for both of these characters. (I mean, not that Clever Crab On This Eastern Seashore has a formal strip-tease, exactly, but it involves Jack getting undressed while having a conversation, so… A strip-tease for the readers, perhaps?)
Anyway, this fic was inspired by this tumblr post, particularly the part where I said, “Or she’ll simply make him watch her […] because that’s what he gets for being a creepy stalker who LITERALLY SPIED ON HER FOR MONTHS.” Pfft. Oh, you guys. You really are perfect for each other, in all the best, batshit ways. <3
All other fics can be found here.
Fandom: The Love Pawn (Short Story)
Genre: Romance, smut. (See AO3 post for full content tags.)
Characters/pairings: Paula Ingram/Red (Jack Delafield)
Rating: R
Word count: 866
Summary: Truly, her husband could be so patient when he needed to be. But then, he’d already proven that a long time ago, hadn’t he? (Post-canon fic. As before, the original short story can be found here.)
If you’d like to leave a comment, please do so on AO3!
- Queen’s Gambit Accepted -
Paula sighed as she unclasped her garters and slid her stockings down her legs. It was late, relatively-speaking, and they’d just recently returned from a party—some big birthday bash for one of her friends’ fathers. She liked social functions, there was no denying that, but all the same, it was nice to be back home again—and not just because it meant she got to strip off all her evening wear.
The evening wear was a big part of it, though, and once her stockings were safely draped over the edge of her dresser drawer and her garter belt was tucked away, she gave a little shimmy, reveling in the feeling of her soft silk tap pants unconstrained against her bottom. From there, she sat down at her vanity and undid her bra. Her gown—blue velvet, with a cowl neck—was already hanging back up in her wardrobe.
The bra got tucked away with the garter belt, and she took a minute to massage her now-free breasts, pushing them together to form a deep V, then flattening them out with her palms. Her nipples puckered with exposure to the air, dark pink buttons in the midst of her creamy skin, and she went one step further, lightly pinching and rolling them in between her fingertips until they were positively erect and her core throbbed with the sensation. She squirmed in her seat, briefly rubbing her thighs together, and off to the side, there was a rustle of fabric as a pair of trouser-covered legs restlessly crossed.
Paula paid the sound no mind, reaching around to pick up a short, translucent peach negligee from the back of the vanity chair. She slid her arms into the sleeves, knotted it loosely at her waist, then set about to brushing her hair. When she was done, the decorative clip she’d worn earlier placed safely back in her jewelry box, she raised her arms and stretched luxuriously in front of the mirror. Her nipples, still hard, showed enticingly through the sheer garment, and there was yet another rustle off to the side as her audience of one shifted his legs again.
It was tempting to tease him even more, but Paula decided to save that for another day. Instead, she languidly stood and finally sauntered over to her husband. He was sitting in a plush leather chair in the corner of the room, hands poised along the arms, watching her intently. He was still fully dressed, from his cufflinks down to his shoelaces, but there was a certain part of him below the belt that belied his otherwise put-together appearance and rendered him thoroughly indecent. Grasping his shoulders for balance, Paula straddled his lap, deliberately nestling herself right up against him. Jack didn’t say anything as he tilted his head back to continue looking at her, but his nostrils flared, and the leather creaked slightly as his fingers involuntarily dug into the chair-arms. That other part of him twitched anxiously at her warm center, but aside from that, he didn’t move a muscle. Paula smiled impishly at the leashed desire in his eyes. Truly, he could be so patient when he needed to be. But then, he’d already proven that a long time ago, hadn’t he?
She smoothed her hands over his lapels, then decided to take a little pity on him by undoing his bow-tie. As she picked open his shirt, grazing her nails over his collarbone and the strong column of his neck, she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat as he swallowed. The pure power she had over him in the moment was tantalizing. Downright wickedly, she entertained the idea of drawing it out, of rocking against him in a torturous dance just to see what his reaction would be. But there was her own eager state to consider, and suffice it to say, she wasn’t feeling particularly into self-denial right then. In the end, she simply wound one of the tails of his satin tie around her finger, feigning idleness.
“I think Beverly is beginning to worry about me,” she said. “I should probably stop using a headache as an excuse.”
At this—and only this—Jack dared to speak. “Don’t act like it’s my fault. You’re the one who keeps wanting to leave early from these soirees,” he wryly pointed out.
Paula pulled back in mock offense. “And who could blame me, when my husband cuts such a fine figure in his suit! Is it any wonder that I’d want to get him out of it as soon as possible?”
“And yet,” he drawled, amusement playing about his mouth, “with the generous exception of my bow-tie, here I am, still entirely clothed.”
“Well,” she conceded, “you have been awfully good. I suppose you’ve earned a reward.” And with that, she wriggled her hips, arched her chest into his with unmistakable suggestion, and slowly lowered her lips to his ear. “Take me to bed, Jack Delafield,” she ordered, and Jack wasted no time, letting his arms at last close around her as he swiftly rose to his feet.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, and obediently carried her to the mattress.
-----
A/N: So with this, I guess I’ve now effectively written strip-tease fic for both of these characters. (I mean, not that Clever Crab On This Eastern Seashore has a formal strip-tease, exactly, but it involves Jack getting undressed while having a conversation, so… A strip-tease for the readers, perhaps?)
Anyway, this fic was inspired by this tumblr post, particularly the part where I said, “Or she’ll simply make him watch her […] because that’s what he gets for being a creepy stalker who LITERALLY SPIED ON HER FOR MONTHS.” Pfft. Oh, you guys. You really are perfect for each other, in all the best, batshit ways. <3
All other fics can be found here.
