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Just Like Honey
(B:TVS, Faith, Faith/Buffy, 586 words)
"Listen to the girl
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She tastes like honey. She wants to moan 'B, baby, so fucking good', but her mouth is otherwise occupied with the tit around her lips. She suckles at the hard pink flesh, making it darker with every graze of her teeth. She inhales deeply. No chick should smell this good. Especially not after slaying. But she does. She's B and B stands for beautiful, bountiful, breasty. She laughs and accidently let's her teeth sink a little too deep.
"Watch it. Slayers, remember? Not vampires."
She grins and moves to the right, bringing her hand up to her girl's mouth. Yeah, her girl, her slayer. She knows the only reason this could be happening was the alcohol they choked down after a difficult slay, but she doesn't care. She's fuckin horny and she's getting what she's always wanted. B, baby, come on.
She's working her way down Buffy's body, licking down her sternum, and god B's sucking on her fingertips, tongue flicking fast and furious and she groans against the image of that tongue somewhere else.
"Faith.."
Yeah. Say it, B.
"Faith.. what are we..?"
No, not that.
"Shhh," she mouths against her navel, dipping inside. Damn, even sweet there. "Just feel, B."
"Feel," she repeats obdiently.
Crisis averted. Back to business. The fingers are back in her mouth, being kissed and suckled. She pulls her hand away, works it down B's body, pitches her nipple and loving the way her body arches beneath her cheek as she gasps. B's hands are in her hair, twisting, tearing, painful. Hurt me, B.
She's got one hand on her thigh, flexing her fingertips, dragging them up to the spot they both know she's going.
B's breath hitches as she dives in, burying herself from mouth to nose in her girl's flavor. Licking up the wet, silky folds she can't stop inhaling. Damn, B, what do you USE to smell this good? The thought that it's just her natural scent causes shivers up her spine. She's licking her girl from bottom to top, latching onto her clit and sucking hard. B's shaking hard, legs wrapping around her neck, and yeah she's in deep now, juices spilling down her chin cause her girl's wet, so wet.
She thrusts two fingers in hard and B cries out, bucking against her. She sucks harder, feeling Buffy's clit swell beneath her, timing her mouth with her fingers as they move in and out of the velvet heat of B's body. She bends and twists them, hearing the panting above her grow heavy and harsh. The thighs around her shoulders are clenching, she thinks her girl is gonna kill her, and then she thinks what a way to go.
B captures her hand again and then, oh god, starts sucking her fingers in time with her own mouth. They're moving together, shaking, dripping and then it's there, it's hitting her, sweet honey on her tongue. And B's crying out her name, thrusting wildly up to her mouth as she laps up every drop, fingers sitll curling and twisting.
She licks until there's nothing else left. Then removes her fingers and looks straight at B while she runs her tongue down the length of the two. Her girl is completely undone, eyes heavy as she watches every motion. She crawls up her body, pinning B's hands over her head. They kiss deep and long, sharing the taste.
She thinks she hears B murmur "Mmm...honey," as they drift off into a sated slumber, but can't be sure.
[end]
Liquor, Sex, and All That Jazz
(Chicago - The Movie, Velma, Velma/Roxie, 362 words)
"You know, you're pretty good."
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Later, she'll tell you about the first time she saw you; how enraptured she was by your eyes, your voice, your body and the thought of being on stage in your place was second to the thought of your lips pressed against hers.
For now, she'll ignore you as you bring her chocolates and not care about your idea for a double act.
Later, she'll be licking up your thighs, telling you she had been captivated as your lithe body straddled that chair, and had to tear her eyes away.
For now, she'll appear in court wearing your garter belt and you'll ignore the heat pooling in your belly.
Later, she'll tell you how your "keep your hands off my underwear" comment made her hot as her fingers slide inside you.
Right now, as you're kneeling on the floor, picking up her sheet music, she pretends not to notice that you're wearing her stockings. You pretend not to be terrified.
Two minutes from now, she'll reject your act for a second time, professing she hates you.
Three minutes from now, you'll tell her this is the one business where that fact doesn't matter. You'll lie. She'll believe you. Your heart will be pounding.
Later is after your first show. Later is when you've brought the house down. When you look at each other with genuine smiles. When she comes into your dressing room with a bottle of liquor and throws her arms around you, squealing 'we did it!'
Later is that night, in your new apartment, with her lush mouth slowly licking off your lipstick, confessing secrets.
Now is her hands removing your silk nightgown, her mouth licking you until your legs can no longer stay still and wrap around her thighs, showing off the flexibility she just told you she couldn't get enough of.
The end is your bodies locked tightly in a cocoon of soft sheets, as you pull her tongue deep into your mouth and marvel at the feel of her soft body against you.
The beginning is waking up together the next morning, a lazy smile on her lips, as she forms her sentence.
"You're pretty good, too."
[end]
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Gentleman Who Fell
(Smallville, Clark, Clark/Lex, 509 words)
"I don't know how to speak to you
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He's naked on the bed, beneath the sheets, and shivering. Anticipation, that's what he tells himself. No reason why he'd be terrified, as he lay there naked watching Lex slink out of the room, shedding the last of his clothing on the way to the bathroom. He closes his eyes against the sound of the medicine cabinet opening; thinks back to a few minutes ago.
Wet, hard kisses against the door of Lex's room; harsh panting breathes against his neck as Lex whispered 'gonna fuck you, gonna have you.' And Clark moaned and thrust his hard-on against, Lex who chuckled while grasping his ass and pulling Clark closer, moaning against his lips and teeth to 'get undressed and wait on the bed.' So he did, nervously shucking off his clothing as Lex watched with a mixture of amusement and arousal. Clark just glared at him, well aware by now how much Lex loved to see him squirm.
An unfair advantage of standing there naked, compared to Lex's clothed state, he blushed to his toes and slid under the sheet. Lex licked his lips and began removing his pants, undoing each button with precision. Clark groaned when Lex turned around and swiftly pulled down the slacks and underwear, leaving Clark with a glorious view of his ass. He moaned loudly, biting his lip.
Lex turned and raised an eyebrow, but Clark was looking at his cock.
"You want my ass, Clark?"
"Mmmph."
"I'll take that as a yes. No, Clark. Not tonight. Tonight, I'm finally going to have yours. You want that?"
"Yes," he choked out through dry lips.
Now Lex walks back into the room, and places the tube and condom on the table casually as if he's setting down a file and isn't naked or hard. The amusing thought calms him a bit.
Then Lex is on him, pressing their bodies together through the coolness of the sheet, providing a maddening friction as the fabric rubs over their sensitive cocks. Clark closes his eyes and arches blindly for Lex, sighing as their mouths are crushed together and Lex's hands are running over his body, down his arms, stripping away the confines of the sheet.
He repositions himself over Clark, bare bodies touching fully now, and reaches for the tube.
As slick fingers slip inside, he wonders why he made Lex wait so long to do this. Wonders why he was scared shitless a few minutes ago when Lex is now pushing inside him, running velvet fingers over his lips, allowing Clark to take them inside, take him inside.
Their bodies sway together like an artist's fluid brush strokes. Their mouths mesh and blend, sharing tastes and unspoken secrets. Clark clutches at Lex's shoulders, moaning his name as they thrash against the bed sheets, entangled in every possible way. They come together, hands laced around Clark's cock. When Lex pulls out they roll onto their sides, eyes bright with satisfied smiles on their faces. Lex kisses the hand he hasn't let go of and Clark feels nothing but warmth.
[end]
Silent Sigh
(West Wing, CJ Cregg, 474 words)
It happened her first semester of college with a pre-law major named Brian Jacobs. Most of her friends had done it in high school; back seats at drive-ins with the windows rolled up and pretending they were the tramps that were born to run that blasted from their radio speakers. She never went to the drive-in, opting instead for long hours of studying to keep up her average, reading every classic novel she could get her hands on, and learning a new word each day from her oversized Webster's. She told herself it paid off, since she was at Berkley while most of her old friends were working at fast food joints.
It wasn't stars and fireworks like she'd expected it to be, but nice nonetheless. They had been sitting in student lounge, Brian talking as usual. He wasn't very attractive; bushy hair and even bushier eyebrows with big black glasses that minimized his pupils. But he was sweet, and had a nice body from what she could tell.
She'd placed her hand on his chest and his endless verbal flow of politics abruptly stopped. He looked into her eyes, finally really looked at her. He was the guy that knew what he wanted but didn't go after it. As their eyes locked, she thought maybe tonight he would.
He suggested a trip to the planetarium. They looked up at the stars together, her hands on her lap, his right one lightly brushing against the back of her head. She leaned back when he threaded his fingers through her curls.
He pointed out Cassiopeia and she showed him Lyra. Their fingers bumped during their mutual astronomy lesson and she wrapped his hand in hers. Their heads turned blindly as they kissed in the dark, a mess of tongues and lips.
They kissed leisurely, and then with increased urgency. He pulled back and asked a silent question. She took a breath and nodded.
When he pushed inside her, she cried out. She looked up at her dorm ceiling, noticed all the cracks in the foundation. It hurt; the deeper he went, the more she muffled her gasps against his shoulder. He was planting kisses along her neck, telling her she was beautiful. He went slowly, and when he started moving, it felt good. She got the feeling it was his first time too; his rhythm was clumsy, his thrusts uneven. She just let him do it all as they kissed. He was a damn good kisser.
He froze above her, her name on his lips as he came, and she watched in utter fascination, experiencing no climax herself. Afterwards, they spooned together and he picked up the same topic he'd been talking about hours before. His arms felt nice around her, though, and when she fell asleep it was to the sound of his voice.
[end]
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