cheesycats | Mah, it's hot in hea-ya

Y'all might need a cool drink after reading this. I know I do. Giles/Dawn, rated M (from my futureverse, so nobody freak, okay?), 200 words.

Giles openly cursed the oppressive summer heat the same as everyone else in London. Secretly though, he was glad for it.

Dawn fought the heat by wearing tiny tops with thin straps that had the most delightful way of sliding off her shoulders, especially when his lips helped them along. Her skirts were short and gauzy and floated up easily around her hips when he slipped his hands beneath them and up.

Her knickers were soft, breathable cotton, but by the time his hands had reached them he wasn’t sure if the moisture that soaked them through was from the heat or from his inquisitive touch.

The trailing beads of sweat that he licked from between her breasts as she rocked against him, her bare heels digging into his back urging him to move deeper, deeper inside, were sweeter than any icy summer treat.

He reveled in the soft rumble of giddy delight as she collapsed in his arms, trembling and sated, before she slowly pulled away from him. She would strip off completely as she led him into a cool shower, where his hands and mouth made her shudder again.

“Damn this heat.” Giles said, but never meant it.