Fic - Intermission (Leighton Meester/Garrett Hedlund, RPF) R, 1/1
Title: Intermission
Summary: With ease she makes out his quiet let’s get out of here before it gets lost along the way.
Rating: r
Author's Notes: 860 words. Written for the prompts golden globes and alone over at the Porn Battle XI. Maybe someday this week I'll write actual fic that fits into a comment box. If RPF isn't your thing, just slide on by, people. All mistakes are mine. These people, however, are not. As far as I know this is all lies.
Leighton has her fingers tight around a champagne glass when he comes up behind her, fingers skimming the small of her back, voice soft in her ear when he mumbles something low into her skin. She has to strain to hear him and still can’t really make it out over the music and chatter, but she leans back regardless, her back against his chest, if only for a moment before pulling herself forwards.
Garrett’s fingers skim the fabric at her hip, digging in before letting go. She sips her champagne and smiles, enjoys the moment and him, the way her skin buzzes when he’s near, the way his presence embeds itself under skin and settles in deep.
It’s been a week or two since she’s seen him, since she’s had him near and felt his fingers against her flesh and his mouth between her legs. A while since she’s let herself indulge in whatever this is going on between them. Six months ago when this started over beer and some stupid joke, the way he’d smiled at her softly with the edges of his eyes crinkling and his mouth twitching upwards on reflex, she had no idea what she was getting into. No idea that they’d end up taking it this far.
His mumbles something again and he’s always speaking like that - tone low and like gravel, like whatever that slips past his lips is meant solely for her. Leighton’s had some time and practice, hours on end spent deciphering his little inferences and looks, what it means when he glances at her with the inside of his cheek between his teeth, when he’s got an eyebrow raised just slightly. Experience has taught her that’s exactly what he’s doing now even though she’s not looking, his weight spread evenly between his feet, shoulders squared as he smiles ever so gently because he’s thinking about things he shouldn’t, wondering how to get her out of her clothes and himself in-between her legs.
With ease she makes out his quiet let’s get out of here before it gets lost along the way.
She never turns around, just nods once, sipping her champagne in an effort to hide the way her mouth is spreading into a grin.
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In the bathroom he’s got the door locked and her back against the counter within five minutes and she’s giggling something lovely into his mouth as he finally kisses her. Her body hums from the champagne and the way his fingers slip up her bare legs and under her dress, finger skimming the soft muscle of her thigh and everything in-between.
Garrett pulls back, smile smug at the feel of bare skin and soft curls between her legs.
“When did you get so easy?” He breathes, teeth grasping the skin of her ear, sinking in and holding on for a moment before letting go. Leighton pulls him closer and merely shrugs before kissing him again, his mouth opening wide against hers, always compliant.
They’ve been past pleasantries for ages and she’s been ready since the moment his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her back, maybe even before, so her fingers work at the buckle of his bet, metal sliding against metal as she pulls it open. Zipper’s next and he moves a finger inside of her just as she her hands slip inside, applying pressure and her eyes go wide, moan purely guttural as he works against her, thumb flicking her clit with precision and just the right amount of pressure before stopping altogether.
When he pulls away his eyes are glowing, mouth twisting into that smile she’s come to love and appreciate and hate all at once as he bunches the fabric of her dress around her hips, grabs on tight and pulls her forward.
“Used to be,” he starts, and he’s got one hand palming her thigh and the other set of five in her hair, pulling her head slightly backwards so his lips can claim the skin of her neck. “More of a fight from you, Miss,” he continues, voice rough and she can feel her heart beating in her throat as the hand on her thigh travels inwards, fingers slipping inside of her with slick ease. “It was the best part.”
Leighton’s eyebrow raises, words choking on the ends as she questions, “The best?”
“Alright,” he concedes, fingers still working against her slow and steady, like they’ve got all the time in the word. “Not the best,” he moves up to kiss her again. “But close.”
With hurried impatience she pushes his pants down as far she can get them, bites his bottom lip and reaches down for him, removing his hand. She’s running her fingers along the length of him after, lips traveling from lips to neck to the dip in his collarbone when she says, “People are gonna notice we’re missing.”
Garrett’s fingers tighten around her hips and she’ll have reminders of this come morning.
“Nobody even knows who I am.”
Leighton’s laugh bubbles in her throat, “They will,” she mumbles and opens her legs wider for him.
She’ll come with her teeth sinking into his skin.