Arranged AU, NSFW, first time, vanilla, face-sitting, fingering
Charlie has no idea how to bring it up. How do you tell your wife that perhaps, just maybe, you might want to try sex out? She’s very careful about his boundaries, and she always has, and she’s been so patient with him. It took months after their marriage for them to kiss, and that was after they started to share a bed, hug, cuddle, everything like that.
So. Sex.
He’s looked at her as a woman for so long already, and lately it’s been hard to ignore how much he enjoys kissing and touching her. And with Camellia and Rev occupying their nights out of doors, it’s easier to lose himself in it. But to go all the way, it has to be absolutely perfect.
Thandi notices that he starts getting distracted at work in the clinic, writing something between patients. When she tries to peer over his shoulder, he hugs it to his chest. “It’s not ready, Thandi.”
“What’s not ready, darling?”
“It’s… something special…”
Thandi’s eyebrows quirk and she leans down, bumping his nose with hers. She loves how easy it is to get him flustered, and he can’t help but become putty for her… usually. He turns the paper over, insistent. So she smiles and gives him a chaste peck before returning to her own work.
With what qualified as “something special” for her husband, she wonders what exactly he has in mind? Certainly nothing like their business. Their anniversary?
She gasps. Oh, no, she’s been so caught up lately, she’s completely forgotten. She has two days to figure something out for him. It wouldn’t do her any good to be outdone by him again. After all, she has her own money, her own reputation, her own business now!
Tonight’s the night. Charlie sets up their room, pleading with Rev to keep Camellia occupied and out of the manor for the night. He’s read up on so many things, read a lot of steamy scenes out of books lately, so… combine that with commonly held knowledge, maybe a little bit of what he likes? And Thandi is sure to understand.
Roses. Check. Ish. He also grew peonies for this, mostly because he found it more romantic. And camellias, because of course, they’re her favorites. Petals, everywhere. Maybe overkill. Cleaning up is going to be a pain.
Candlelight. Check. It’s weaker than the oil lamp, though, and he would really like to see her when it happens, so he also topped up their lamp.
Dinner was done already, but he’s got dessert on the table. Strawberries. That’s supposed to be good for the mood, right? Feeding strawberries to each other was the prelude to a deeper romance in Travelogues, and surely Thandi would pick it up. She’s read the series three times over by now. She would get it.
The only missing ingredient is Thandi. She’s been out of sorts for two days now, and although they had a wonderful time today, she disappeared before he could bring her in for the night. So, he’s fretting. He’s pacing back and forth, regretting everything.
He could have just given her a bouquet for their anniversary. Was it more a gift for him than her? No, no, he’s sure that she’s interested. Actively. In him. At least, judging by the occasional mistimed meeting. And the moaning she did sometimes. And the way she…
Stop! Stop! Not yet! Wait for her.
Thandi, meanwhile, has got it all together. She knows how frightened he is of touching, of intimacy, and though he’s big on cuddling, when her hands venture south, he always pulls them back up. She’s got a whole little care package put together for him instead. Cute little coupons for shoulder massages! Sachets of tea that she blended herself, trying to get a more romantic touch. He’s weak for that, absolutely! There’s a beautiful pot from a local artisan she met, who traded it for a minor healing potion. What she’s most excited about, though, is the bouquet she put together.
He loves peonies. In fact, she’s sure that he feels that peonies are more romantic than roses. They’re symbols for a happy marriage. He’s said as much to her when they first started taking walks in his gardens— now their gardens— and she’s combined them with red camellias. The meaning of those, she knew already: passion, desire, love!
Charlie is sure to be overjoyed. She takes a breath and gathers it all together, putting it into a basket. She smooths her gown— one she knew he particularly liked. He hated her wearing it out, but he loved to see her wear it. A deep cut V that dipped down much further than usual, and it hugs her hips in a very flattering way. When she wore this for him, he would always hug her close and lay his head to her chest, doing his little happy hum. Such a cute habit for such a sour-seeming man.
Finally, it’s time. She stands outside the door to their room and reaches for the handle. She hears the lock come unlocked and the door is flung open, her husband looking more than a little worried as he stops just short of bumping into her.
“Thandi! I was worried, I— oh, you’re wearing the dress.”
She giggles, watching his eyes follow that V and linger on the key sparkling around her neck. “I thought you might like it, darling.”
There it is, that smile of his, and then she looks past him and covers her mouth as she realizes the setup.
Charlie sees the look, that little O of surprise and the subsequent pinking of her cheeks. “Oh, you didn’t… but you did!” She walks in as he closes and locks the door behind her, putting her basket down. “This is… from number twelve! The strawberries, the candles, the petals! You!!” Charlie’s arms come around her and he hugs her tight.
“Oh, thank the gods, I thought you might walk in and think I was going insane.”
“No! No, no, no, darling, I love it! You’re darling!”
His laugh tickles her neck and she turns in his grasp to give him a deep kiss. He presses back as hard as she does, a low hum of pleasure in his throat. At first it’s playful, teasing, and neither wants to tell the other to stop. So they keep kissing and pecking and hugging, standing in the middle of the room. Charlie’s hands move to her waist, and she finds that the light dragging of fingers across the silk of her gown is… exhilarating. So, she hooks a finger on the buttons of his vest, undoing them so she might massage his chest just the way he likes it. They press close for a moment, tasting each other’s tongues— Thandi is surprised at how receptive Charlie is tonight.
She feels him against her, and her hands move to his waist, untucking his shirt, moving to stroke him through the front of his trousers, waiting for his inevitable moving of her hands. He doesn’t, this time. Instead, he takes a sharp breath and goes in for more kisses, pressing into her hand.
Tonight is the night.
Thandi walks him backward, tumbling him into the bed. He gasps as he lands, Thandi smiling at him and that blush that spreads on both of their faces.
“You— you’re okay with it?” Charlie’s worry sneaks out, and Thandi straddles him, leaning down to kiss him.
“Yes.”
He’s shy, and as much as she wanted it before, Thandi is as well. They lay back on the bed, kissing quietly, enjoying the small noises the other makes as their hands slip over each other. Thandi plays with his buttons, and Charlie decides to go bold. His hand slides into the V of her dress, passing a cold hand over her breast.
Thandi breathes in sharply and he freezes, watching her face. She bites her lip and lets out a long sigh, smiling at him, so he starts to rub her gently. He knew she was soft, but this is soft. Warm. And… wow, weirdly… amazing. Her nipples harden as he strokes and rubs, and he flicks his fingers over it. A small moan escapes her, and the sound alone gets him more excited.
Both hands come up and he slips the shoulders of the dress down, baring her for him. She smiles, arms coming up reflexively before she lowers them again. Her self-consciousness… it’s oddly endearing.
“You’re beautiful,” Charlie says quietly. “Gorgeous. I… they’re very nice.”
“You can say you like them,” she laughs. His eyes are caught when she leans forward to kiss him and she laughs further. “Apparently a lot?”
“Yyyesssssss,” he breathes. “More than anticipated.”
There’s a pause and they both laugh. Thandi’s laughter is cut off as Charlie pulls her up, taking a breast into his mouth and running a tongue over her nipple, sucking gently. Thandi lets out a small gasp of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her. One hand occupies the other, and his free hand slides up the back of her thigh, stopping at the curve of her ass. She feels his appreciation in the stroking of her leg, the slow tease up and around to her lower back.
It’s such a nice feeling, but it could certainly go further.
Thandi sits up, pulling from Charlie’s grasp. There’s a flash of disappointment on his face before her hands once again find the buttons of his shirt, sliding through them quickly so she can enjoy the rare sight of his bare chest. She slips her hands under each side, pulling his shirt open so that she can properly admire him.
“I like your chest,” she says. “Is that so hard to say?”
Charlie laughs, finally resting his hands on her waist. She can feel him twitching underneath her, so close, but not yet. She runs her fingers along his middle, from his collarbones down to the top of his trousers. He shudders at her touch, and she can see goosebumps rising. Giggling, Thandi leans down and kisses him once more, hands working him gently as she does this.
“You know, I wonder, would it feel as good for you if I just…” She passes her fingers over his nipples and Charlie gasps, both in surprise and pleasure.
“Y-yes, I think so.” He laughs awkwardly and she can’t help but smile at him. Her hands return to their explorations, returning to his chest over and over, pulling small gasps and moans from him. It makes her feel… happy, the way he responds to her touch.
“Thandi,” he breaths. “Do me a favor. I want… to try something. I read.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Take off your panties…”
Thandi blinks at him, pulling them down. They stick to her slightly, and it’s mildly embarrassing to be the one with her underwear off first.
“…please don’t laugh.” He pulls her forward until she’s over his face, hikes up her dress, and it’s so embarrassing, he’s going to think she looks—
“Ah!” She feels his tongue dip between her folds, hears him hum with enjoyment. His hands hold her still as he flicks his tongue over her, kissing and sucking gently. She’s dripping with pleasure as he finds what works— a pattern over her clit that seems to draw her higher and higher. Her head is going blank as she feels the pleasure wash over her in waves, and she rocks her hips as best as she could with him holding her still.
For him, this experience is exhilarating. Her taste is unique, and the heady smell of her sex is utterly addicting. He could feel her need as his mouth is filled with her, nearly dripping with excitement. Just as she tightens her legs around him, just as he feels her try to clamp down, a hand comes up and opens her properly, and he slips a finger inside.
“Charlie!” It’s a moan, and now he knows he’s on the right track. She rides his finger as he continues to play with her, enjoying the desperation in her voice. Her heavy breathing is wonderful. The way she feels inside, so hot, so tight, so oddly soft— he can’t wait to be inside of her. Her moans rise higher with every crook of his finger, until she gasps out his name again, shuddering with her whole body. He keeps on, and she can’t stop herself from falling forward, supporting herself on shaky arms.
Slowly, he pulls his finger from her and helps her dismount. She’s breathing hard, looking at him between her eyelashes, and dripping sweat. He smiles, satisfied with his work. He tugs the dress from her hips, tossing it aside and the excitement returns to her flushed face. Slowly, he unbuttons his trousers, and her eyes grow wide as he frees himself. His trousers join her dress and she’s smothered in kisses, from her chest all the way up to her mouth.
The second-hand taste of herself is interesting, and it’s oddly alluring. She feels his cock twitching against her, grinding against her, teasing her. “Did you read that, too, darling?”
“Mmm, no,” he breathes, kissing her again. “It just feels good— oh, fuck—”
Thandi reaches down, angling her hips to line herself up with him, fingers passing over the sensitive head of his cock. “Poor thing… come here…”
“I will be.”
Thandi snorts, afterglow shaken off. “You wretched man.”
They kiss and she feels him widen her. She keeps one hand on his chest and the other on her clit, slowing down his entry into her. She’s never felt anything quite like this, and neither has he. Slowly, inch by inch, he slides into her completely.
“So… full,” she says quietly. “Oh, gods, I didn’t think it would fit, but it does, and it’s…”
“You can just say you like it,” he teases. She playfully slaps his chest and they kiss again as he starts to gently rock into her as she adjusts.
“More,” she purrs. “I think I’m ready for more.”
Charlie simply nods and he rests on his elbows, drawing his hips back. There’s a brief moment where Thandi wonders if she’s as ready as she says she is, and then the thought is blown away by the pumping of his cock inside of her. She rubs her clit, kisses and sucks on his lips, moans loudly as their bodies come together.
The feeling of her is all he could think of now. She’s squeezing all around him, and she’s so fucking perfect, oh, gods, how could he have done without for so long? There’s a moment where he slows down and she squeals as he pushes himself up, changing the angle. He sees her reaching for him and runs his fingers along her thighs before holding them open. Seeing himself thrusting into her, seeing her take him all the way, seeing her tits bob with every bit of fucking he can give.
And the look on her face. Her back arching. Her hands, grabbing for anything to convey how she’s feeling, everything together— “Thandi. Thandi, I’m going to cum, fuck…!”
“Inside. Please, please, please, Charlie, I need—!!”
His hips swing hard, pausing a moment for every twitch, every delivery of cum inside of her. He can’t help but cry out her name, everything lighting up so he’s almost blinded by pleasure alone. He feels her spasm towards the end of his own orgasm and he collapses over her, face dripping sweat, her shouting his name in his ear as they ride out the last of it. Slipping out of her is simultaneously a disappointment and a relief. Charlie doesn’t think he could trust himself not to faint with how good it felt.
They adjust, and he drops into bed next to her. They stare at one another, and he sees Thandi’s eyes get pulled away by something behind him. She’s starting to laugh. He turns and there’s an explosion of petals, far more than what he had covered the room with. Slowly, it clicks.
“Oh, gods, my magic…”
The peonies have run wild, bursting from their pots with the new growth, and the bouquet she got him, still in the basket, has burst into life, tendrils streaming across the floor. He starts laughing as well. “Oh, you got me peonies?”
“And camellias! I thought you might appreciate them more than roses?”
Charlie turns back to her, grinning to one side, covering her face in kisses. “You’re right, I do. I love you, Thandi.”
“Happy anniversary, darling. I love you, too.”
