kiramaru7 | Lizzie’s immaculate conception

Title: Lizzie’s immaculate conception
Author: kira
Rating: OT
Words:1139
Characters: Soma, Lizzie
Summary: Lizzie visits Soma in the middle of the night
Author’s note: This will eventually wind up as part of a larger work I’m collabbing on with Kat, & Jen. Parts of it have appeared elsewhere, this is the start of it all...

Lizzie, tired of tossing and turning, got up out of bed. Her mind racing with thoughts about her stolen kiss from Ciel, she padded softly to the door, opening it, and stepped out into the hallway. She was half tempted to go to Ciel’s room and talk things over with him, when she remembered Soma had caught them kissing. The prince had spent the afternoon, teasing her fiancé about it, while extolling her virtues to him. Suddenly going to see Soma about it, despite the lateness of the hour and the impropriety of it, seemed like the right thing to do. So she crept down the hallway, clad only in her nightgown and when she reached his room, she let herself in, closing the door softly behind her.

Soma slept on, blissfully unaware there was someone else in his room.

Lizzie padded softly over to his bed, and watched him sleep for several minutes as she screwed up enough courage to wake him. He looked so peaceful that she had second thoughts, but she did not want to waste her time here, nor did she want to go back to her room for a long sleepless night. Taking a big chance with having him wake the household when he discovered who was waking him, Lizzie none-the-less gently shook him awake. “Prince Soma,” she said softly.

Soma mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep and rolled over onto his back.

She shook him again a little harder this time, getting the shock of her life when he reached up and pulled her close.

“Agni…” he whispered softly in her ear. He spat out a few strands of her hair, slowly coming more fully awake. He opened his eyes, pushing her slightly away. “Miss Elizabeth…?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you here? Is everything alright…?” Soma yawned.

“Yes… ummm… no…” Lizzie burst into tears. She clung to him, crying her eyes out.

“Sssh… it’s okay... you can tell your big brother…” he said softly, rubbing little circles on her back. It felt strangely good having her there, reminding the half asleep prince of his Meena fantasies.

A few minutes later, she struggled to sit up and he reluctantly let go. While she sat next to him, he pushed himself up, reclining against the pillows like he did in the morning when Agni served him breakfast. The silence that settled between them was a mix of companionable and awkward, until she broke it.

“Prince Soma… Ciel and I kissed this afternoon,” she said, earning a delighted chuckle from him.

“I know…”

“I don’t think he likes the way I kiss…”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know…”

“I’m sure my little friend is just being foolish. How could he not like the way you kiss?”

“You think so…?”

Soma nodded in reply.

“Maybe I should show you… you’re a boy and you’d know…” Before he had a chance to reply, she leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet and very chaste.

Soma licked his lips when she pulled away. “It was… a wonderful kiss, Miss Elizabeth.”

“You think so?”

“Yes… but if you really want to get his attention with a kiss, you should deepen it.”

“Okay… but how?”

“Like this…” Soma took her face in his hands and kissed her. When she gasped in surprise, he deepened it, sliding his tongue past her lips to explore the warm confines of her mouth.

“Oh…” Lizzie said breathlessly when he broke it. “Teach me more…” she said, shocking herself with her forwardness, but not caring. She liked the way he made her heart beat faster and the faint dampness she felt between her thighs. Most of all she liked the heady feeling she got from the thrill of doing something she knew in her heart was wrong.

Soma did not need to be told twice. He kissed her deeply again, his hand cupping her small breast. He rubbed his thumb against her rapidly hardening nipple, feeling the tiny nub of flesh through her thin cotton nightgown. His free hand he ran up her thigh and she half moaned half giggled into his kiss.

Before she realized what was happening or even had a chance to care, she was wantonly helping him pull her nightie over her head. She sat there, naked in the pale moonlight, straddling his hips. The only barrier between them was the soft cotton of his salwars, Soma having lost his kameez sometime before she lost her clothes. She could feel his hardness pressing deliciously against her, and she rocked back and forth, moaning softly at the pleasurable sensations.

A few minutes later, Soma made her stop, just long enough for him to push his salwars down past his hips. Feeling very bold, Lizzie stroked his hardness. She had never seen a man naked before, assuming her wedding night would be the first time, and she wondered if Ciel would look the same only lighter. She also wondered if he would want to do all those sinfully pleasurable things Soma was doing to her. His fingers touching her most intimate of places, had her moaning softly as she straddled his hips again. Leaning forward, she kissed him.

Soma deepened the kiss, and as he did so, he grabbed her hips with both hands as he bucked up against her. He was afraid of entering her like he wanted, as he had no desire to deflower her, and besides, he knew from experience with Agni, that a teasing touch could be just as pleasurable. They continued for several minutes as he inched closer to his peak. Judging for the soft mewling sounds she made, he had the feeling Lizzie was close too. He came hard, moaning loudly as she ground herself into him.

Suddenly, Lizzie felt his hardness twitching beneath her, followed by a warm stickiness as he moaned. She continued grinding herself on him anyway, too caught up in her own pleasure to worry about the consequences. Besides, with the way the tip of his cock was tickling her; she wanted to keep moving against him as it felt so good. When the deep fluttering in her belly subsided, and she stopped panting and could think straight, she leaned forward and asked, “Are you alright, Prince Soma?”

He nodded wordlessly.

“You sure?”

“Yes…” he said, running a hand up her thigh. “You really should get dressed and go, Miss Elizabeth… If they were to find us like this…” He gently squeezed it.

“Yes…” she said breathlessly, although she made no move to go.

“Please…” he begged her, feeling the weight of what they had done prick at his conscience. “Go…”

Finally after several long tense moments, she reached over for her nightgown. Getting up off him, Lizzie stood and pulled it over her head. Without a backward glance, she left his room.