Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"And I know Gaiann will do his level best to put him in his place." Fiona said, glancing at the other dragon with a small smile. "Just don't rough him up too much. I need him in one piece."
 
"No promises. If he gets too comfortable I might drop out of the sky just for fun," Gaiann chuckled, though he would never do that to Sam. "Go on, little one. And don't let Samuel be too serious."
 
"No promises." Fiona quipped as she gathered her tack and turned to follow after Sam's retreating figure.
 
Once back at the keep with everything put away, Sam took off his gear and laid back on his bed with a long sigh, running his fingers back through his short hair. He watched Fiona silently for a long moment before closing his eyes.
 
"Nothing to say?" Fiona asked as she took off pieces of her armor and stored them away properly. "You only brood in silence when you're upset about something."
 
"I'm not upset. Jus' tryin' to relax," he muttered. "I can' change yer mind righ' now, so there's no use worryin' about it."
 
"Liar." She commented as she placed away the last of her armor pieces and stripped to her undergarments before she joined him in bed. "You are a terrible liar, love."
 
Sam drew Fiona up to lay against him, brushing her hair back gently. "Alright, so I worry about it. But it doesn' do me any good." He pressed a kiss to her lips before relaxing again.
 
"It's alright to worry, Sam. It just means you're human." She commented as he brushed his fingers through her hair in a motion that showed her just how stressed he really was.
 
"I'm not going to let you brood." Fiona whispered against his ear, her fingers moving to undo his belt and the ties of his trousers. "And if I have to make you forget about brooding with my body or my mouth, then so be it."
 
Sam was caught off-guard, his eyes going a bit wide with surprise as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. "Hey now. Awfully forward o' you," he murmured with a smirk.
 
"Well, I don't know if you've heard, but Samuel Ghis is pretty forward himself. The first time he ever kissed me was when I was pinned against a tree and at his mercy." Fiona commented, giving Sam a grin as she slipped down and pulled his trousers out of the way until she was suckling him to get him hard.
 
Sam's shaft responded immediately to her touch, hardening and standing proudly as Sam let out a quiet groan, which was fairly uncommon for him as he wasn't very vocal in bed. "Damn..." He murmured, his fingers coming to lace gently in her hair.
 
Fiona's cub blue eyes drifted towards his heated green haze as she heard him groan. His fingers tangled in her hair and she let out a sigh, circling him with her lips and loving him in a way that he would always remember.
 
Sam let his head tilt back, and he couldn't help that small movement of his hips, following her lead. "Never knew y'could do this," he murmured.
 
"You never gave me the chance, you brute." Fiona murmured as she licked his entire length, enjoying watching him give in to the most basic of pleasures.
 
Sam's chuckle turned into another quiet groan, and she could see him tense as she did something he particularly liked. But as per usual, he didn't want to let her do all to work. He sat up and drew her into his lap after pulling her underwear away. He practically attacked her throat and his hands guided her hips until she was sinking down onto his shaft.
 
Fiona gasped as she straddled his lap, her legs on either side of his hips as he attacked her throat and sank between her thighs. He always turned things around on her, sometimes in the best way possible.
 
Sam smirked up at her at her gasp, "You started it, love." He guided her up and down on his shaft, his free hand pulling away her bra. His lips found her breasts, feasting on her nipples hungrily.
 
"Samuel." She groaned as he helped her to ride him, feasting upon her breasts until she was weak at the knees. "You are wicked."
 
"So you tell me," he muttered against her skin. Soon he turned and pinned her to the sheets, sinking between her thighs confidently and picking up a fairly quick pace.
 
She let out a squeal as she was tipped backwards, her lover pinning her to the sheets as he set a punishing pace. He was surely working out his worry and aggression on her, which she didn't mind in the least. It meant that he was happy or would soon be happy.
 
Sam soon took hold of her legs, letting them drape over his shoulders and using her flexibility to his advantage. It also gave him a better angle to thrust harder and faster into her body.
 
One of her hands scraped over his lower back as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and thrust into her with more force than before. The other hand tangled in his hair, tugging his short locks to show him how much she was pleasured right then. Sometimes when her fox was right beneath the surface, she found herself unable to speak. This was one of those moments, but she needed him to know that she was enjoying the moment.
 
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