PB VII = 30 Rock and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
TITLE: Cursing
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just bored and trying to have a little fun.
NOTES: for Porn Battle VII (The Seven Deadly Sins)
PROMPT: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, wedding dress
Posted here.
Liz cursed Jenna for taking her ham-napkin-of-a-wedding-dress to the dry cleaners.
She cursed Kenneth for picking it up.
She cursed herself for taking it home, having a little red wine, and trying it on.
She also cursed herself for not pretending to be out when Jack came by for a visit masked as a lecture on self-improvement.
But, as the night progressed, she found that she cursed Jack, too.
Liz cursed him for staring at her as if she was the first woman he had ever seen before (she first thought he was staring at her as if she was the last person on the planet, but she revised her opinion after another few minutes), and for approaching her with the boldness he'd bestow upon a younger and more flexible woman.
She cursed Jack for his ability to take advantage of her crush on him and to push all the pleasure buttons she didn't know she had with a few kisses and a touch that would've been considered an impolite grope on the subway.
She cursed him for his ability to find her legs through the layers of tulle while simultaneously finding his (well, their) way to the wall.
She cursed him for nulling and voiding her protests (because she wasn't on the pill anymore) by producing a designer condom (seriously, it was business-pinstriped) from the smooth lines of his wallet.
She cursed him for showing and telling her exactly how possible it is to have sexual intercourse in an upright position (as well as how enjoyable it can be even while feeling awkward and completely out of her natural element), and for doing something with his fingers against her lady parts that made her toes curl as she let out the loudest moan (of pleasure) she had ever expelled.
Liz cursed him, even though she was praising him---begging him to go faster and harder, and to do that finger trick again---and she only stopped cursing him when he carried her into the bedroom.
Then, she cursed herself...
...and her bed for being too comfortable, even with Jack alongside her.
The next day, she cursed Jack again, when she tried to walk and found she couldn't without feeling the strain from the previous night's activities.
She went to his office to give him a piece of her mind, but she found herself pinned to the sofa and praising him within minutes of her arrival on the fifty-second floor.
THE END!
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TITLE: Between Los Angeles and Sunnydale
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just bored and trying to have a little fun.
NOTES: for Porn Battle VII (The Seven Deadly Sins)
PROMPT: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Willow, homework
Posted here.
"Come back to bed."
Willow turned her head and peeked at the undead---but very handsome---man. Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled at him.
"In a minute. I need to work on this psych paper."
They weren't supposed to be together. They weren't, technically. Angel was in L.A. doing God knows what and Willow was studying at UC Sunnydale and trying to recover from Oz's departure, but there was a chance meeting and one thing led to another. Before Willow fully processed what was happening, she was driving hours every weekend to an isolated motel to do things that she couldn't think about without flushing and squirming.
That particular weekend, she'd had to bring her laptop and some journal articles with her because Professor Walsh had given out a paper assignment---read three articles on the chapter topic by different doctorates in the field, summarise and discuss their findings---and since she spent Thursday night with Buffy in the graveyard, she needed to get some work done despite her secret weekend in bed with Angel.
She turned her attention back to her work and idly brought a hand up to rub at her neck. Her fingers slid through the blood that seeped out of the bite mark Angel put there.
Before she could wipe it on a nearby napkin, she felt Angel behind her. He moved quickly and silently, but when he was close enough, she could feel him.
"I made a mess," he whispered gruffly.
"Clean it up, then."
The second time he spoke, his voice was more of a purr than a whisper and it made every nerve in her body stand on end.
"Mmm... okay."
Angel licked and sucked until Willow was wriggling in her chair. She knew, deep down, that inviting him to her blood would never lead to a time or place where she could do her schoolwork. But, he had sounded excited and she felt a little playful.
His licking and sucking moved from her fingers to her neck and then turned into his nibbling and then biting. He put his teeth back into the wound he made a few hours ago and even though it hurt, it still made Willow feel a new wave of warmth and tingles.
"Oh boy," she breathed. "Angel... homework."
"Screw it," he growled.
"Hardly fun," she teased between whimpers. "Computer's all hard plastic and stuff.... paper could chafe or cut. Paper cuts in... in that area? No thank you."
Angel chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
As he sunk his dull teeth into her neck, his hands traveled under the black shirt of his that she had swiped to sit up and work---because she refused to write her paper in her birthday suit, she told him---and found their way between her legs.
It was an easy path, wide open and exposed because she was sitting cross-legged in the flimsy chair the motel provided. She bit her lip and tried not to close her eyes but the sight of her computer monitor swam into blackness as she gave into Angel's ministrations.
He snarled into her neck---his human facade melting away---and he pushed two fingers inside of her. He had screwed her into the mattress a little while ago, so those two digits slid in easily, but then he started spreading them apart as he pumped them in and out of her body.
Willow whimpered and tilted her head away from his so he could have better access to her neck.
She stared off into space, her eyes losing focus on her laptop and papers; she knew there'd be no more studying and she knew she invited his behavior, but with his fingers doing their thing and his body nearly pressed against hers, she couldn't care much about the things she had to do.
Angel pumped his fingers in and out, curling or parting them when he wanted more of a reaction out of her---and she gave it every time.
"Bed," the vampire growled.
Willow nodded as much as she could with his fangs so close to her throat. The response was quick and fluttered; it would've appeared to be panicked if her desire couldn't be scented throughout the room.
He carried her to the bed and threw her down so the old, overused springs whined and complained.
"Take off the shirt," he ordered.
"Angel---"
"You haven't learned the lessons I've been teaching you," he interrupted quietly, his now-yellow eyes glowing a bit in the dimly lit room. "Maybe you should be doing homework for this, too."
Willow laughed softly---and a little nervously. "You gonna make me learn how to follow orders?"
"You're usually pretty obedient," he commented.
"Should I say thank you?"
"You should take off the shirt."
Willow shrugged out of his shirt after slowly unbuttoning it. She took her time, tempting the vampire in front of her---not to make him happy but to rile up his demon. She never expected him to hide who he was and she suspected that was why he hadn't lost his soul. He was a demon to her, despite his soul, and she encouraged him to stop pretending he was simply a man around her.
Sometimes it made her nervous---but that was usually a delicious edge to the sensations he stirred within her.
He smirked and ran his tongue over the edge of his fangs as she threw his shirt onto the floor.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
Willow blushed---she couldn't not blush because a good, quiet girl didn't display her private parts to a man who was approximately two hundred years her senior---but she did as he demanded. She leaned back on her elbows and displayed herself for him.
He made it very worth her while.
THE END!
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just bored and trying to have a little fun.
NOTES: for Porn Battle VII (The Seven Deadly Sins)
PROMPT: 30 Rock, Jack/Liz, wedding dress
Posted here.
Liz cursed Jenna for taking her ham-napkin-of-a-wedding-dress to the dry cleaners.
She cursed Kenneth for picking it up.
She cursed herself for taking it home, having a little red wine, and trying it on.
She also cursed herself for not pretending to be out when Jack came by for a visit masked as a lecture on self-improvement.
But, as the night progressed, she found that she cursed Jack, too.
Liz cursed him for staring at her as if she was the first woman he had ever seen before (she first thought he was staring at her as if she was the last person on the planet, but she revised her opinion after another few minutes), and for approaching her with the boldness he'd bestow upon a younger and more flexible woman.
She cursed Jack for his ability to take advantage of her crush on him and to push all the pleasure buttons she didn't know she had with a few kisses and a touch that would've been considered an impolite grope on the subway.
She cursed him for his ability to find her legs through the layers of tulle while simultaneously finding his (well, their) way to the wall.
She cursed him for nulling and voiding her protests (because she wasn't on the pill anymore) by producing a designer condom (seriously, it was business-pinstriped) from the smooth lines of his wallet.
She cursed him for showing and telling her exactly how possible it is to have sexual intercourse in an upright position (as well as how enjoyable it can be even while feeling awkward and completely out of her natural element), and for doing something with his fingers against her lady parts that made her toes curl as she let out the loudest moan (of pleasure) she had ever expelled.
Liz cursed him, even though she was praising him---begging him to go faster and harder, and to do that finger trick again---and she only stopped cursing him when he carried her into the bedroom.
Then, she cursed herself...
...and her bed for being too comfortable, even with Jack alongside her.
The next day, she cursed Jack again, when she tried to walk and found she couldn't without feeling the strain from the previous night's activities.
She went to his office to give him a piece of her mind, but she found herself pinned to the sofa and praising him within minutes of her arrival on the fifty-second floor.
THE END!
&&&&
TITLE: Between Los Angeles and Sunnydale
RATING: en.sea.xvii
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just bored and trying to have a little fun.
NOTES: for Porn Battle VII (The Seven Deadly Sins)
PROMPT: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Willow, homework
Posted here.
"Come back to bed."
Willow turned her head and peeked at the undead---but very handsome---man. Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled at him.
"In a minute. I need to work on this psych paper."
They weren't supposed to be together. They weren't, technically. Angel was in L.A. doing God knows what and Willow was studying at UC Sunnydale and trying to recover from Oz's departure, but there was a chance meeting and one thing led to another. Before Willow fully processed what was happening, she was driving hours every weekend to an isolated motel to do things that she couldn't think about without flushing and squirming.
That particular weekend, she'd had to bring her laptop and some journal articles with her because Professor Walsh had given out a paper assignment---read three articles on the chapter topic by different doctorates in the field, summarise and discuss their findings---and since she spent Thursday night with Buffy in the graveyard, she needed to get some work done despite her secret weekend in bed with Angel.
She turned her attention back to her work and idly brought a hand up to rub at her neck. Her fingers slid through the blood that seeped out of the bite mark Angel put there.
Before she could wipe it on a nearby napkin, she felt Angel behind her. He moved quickly and silently, but when he was close enough, she could feel him.
"I made a mess," he whispered gruffly.
"Clean it up, then."
The second time he spoke, his voice was more of a purr than a whisper and it made every nerve in her body stand on end.
"Mmm... okay."
Angel licked and sucked until Willow was wriggling in her chair. She knew, deep down, that inviting him to her blood would never lead to a time or place where she could do her schoolwork. But, he had sounded excited and she felt a little playful.
His licking and sucking moved from her fingers to her neck and then turned into his nibbling and then biting. He put his teeth back into the wound he made a few hours ago and even though it hurt, it still made Willow feel a new wave of warmth and tingles.
"Oh boy," she breathed. "Angel... homework."
"Screw it," he growled.
"Hardly fun," she teased between whimpers. "Computer's all hard plastic and stuff.... paper could chafe or cut. Paper cuts in... in that area? No thank you."
Angel chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
As he sunk his dull teeth into her neck, his hands traveled under the black shirt of his that she had swiped to sit up and work---because she refused to write her paper in her birthday suit, she told him---and found their way between her legs.
It was an easy path, wide open and exposed because she was sitting cross-legged in the flimsy chair the motel provided. She bit her lip and tried not to close her eyes but the sight of her computer monitor swam into blackness as she gave into Angel's ministrations.
He snarled into her neck---his human facade melting away---and he pushed two fingers inside of her. He had screwed her into the mattress a little while ago, so those two digits slid in easily, but then he started spreading them apart as he pumped them in and out of her body.
Willow whimpered and tilted her head away from his so he could have better access to her neck.
She stared off into space, her eyes losing focus on her laptop and papers; she knew there'd be no more studying and she knew she invited his behavior, but with his fingers doing their thing and his body nearly pressed against hers, she couldn't care much about the things she had to do.
Angel pumped his fingers in and out, curling or parting them when he wanted more of a reaction out of her---and she gave it every time.
"Bed," the vampire growled.
Willow nodded as much as she could with his fangs so close to her throat. The response was quick and fluttered; it would've appeared to be panicked if her desire couldn't be scented throughout the room.
He carried her to the bed and threw her down so the old, overused springs whined and complained.
"Take off the shirt," he ordered.
"Angel---"
"You haven't learned the lessons I've been teaching you," he interrupted quietly, his now-yellow eyes glowing a bit in the dimly lit room. "Maybe you should be doing homework for this, too."
Willow laughed softly---and a little nervously. "You gonna make me learn how to follow orders?"
"You're usually pretty obedient," he commented.
"Should I say thank you?"
"You should take off the shirt."
Willow shrugged out of his shirt after slowly unbuttoning it. She took her time, tempting the vampire in front of her---not to make him happy but to rile up his demon. She never expected him to hide who he was and she suspected that was why he hadn't lost his soul. He was a demon to her, despite his soul, and she encouraged him to stop pretending he was simply a man around her.
Sometimes it made her nervous---but that was usually a delicious edge to the sensations he stirred within her.
He smirked and ran his tongue over the edge of his fangs as she threw his shirt onto the floor.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
Willow blushed---she couldn't not blush because a good, quiet girl didn't display her private parts to a man who was approximately two hundred years her senior---but she did as he demanded. She leaned back on her elbows and displayed herself for him.
He made it very worth her while.
THE END!