Since some people liked the first chapter I decided to write a second chapter for this Ceffy fanfiction! This one is a bit sexy, lol so maybe not for minors.
Cook and Effy: So Much More
Effy trailed her delicate nails down Cook’s abs and he moaned as his eyes flickered gently open.
“Effy?” he asked, his eyes widening, “what are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Effy winked and tugged at the waistband of his prison pajamas. “I bribed the guards. It was easy.”
Cook blinked. “Is this a dream?” he asked almost silently.
“Do you want it to be?” Effy asked as she straddled him. Her hair fell down onto his pecs and he shivered.
“No please, God no,” he said. “Please don’t let this be a dream.”
Effy smiled tenderly and wickedly at the same time. “We don’t have much time,” she whispered.
Cook smirked as he ran his hands up her thighs. “Good thing you’re not wearing any knickers then.”
Effy grinned and felt for his stiff member which she pulled out of his pants and began to stroke with her small, delicate hand.
“You’re so hard, Cook,” she said huskily, “but I know you. You’re soft on the inside.”
Cook shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck about anything, remember?” he said with a quaver in his voice.
Effy laughed but gasped when he began to stroke her soft, wet folds. Still she managed to say through the unbearable pleasure “That’s not true. You care so much, Cook. That’s why I…”
Cook cut her off with a kiss, as if he could not bear to hear what she might say next, as if it might break the spell and leave him alone in this cold, grey room, this prison he could not escape from this time.
He was breathing hard as Effy rode him, her fingers clinging to his body as though she could not handle the idea of letting him go; not when they were this close; not so soon. She was kissing him over and over when he came, breathing in sharply as he realized they had not used protection. Effy seemed to sense his thoughts, and as she came down from her own orgasm, she kissed him sweetly and said it didn’t matter, it was taken care of.
She fell asleep in Cook’s arms that night, her head cradled in the crook of his neck and he stroked her hair and tried not to drift off so he could keep the moment alive forever.
“Effy,” he whispered tentatively, “I thought you said we didn’t have long.”
Effy didn’t reply, she only just kissed his jaw-line and settled in closer.
In the morning when the buzzer went off to wake him, Cook saw that Effy was gone.
He sighed as he stood up and reached for his jumpsuit. It must have been a dream. There was no way she could really have been in here, with him, in his arms.
But then he saw them; the strands of long brown hair on his shoulder. He knew he had to get moving or the guards would be on his ass, but Cook found he couldn’t move for a long time. He just sat there, transfixed, staring at the silky threads that proved she had been here; that she loved him; that she would wait for him, always, whether he liked it or not.