This Scandalous Life - CHAPTER 10 / 20
Author: original idea and plot by devioussoul10 and kitty69lover eventually written by kitty69lover !
Rating: NC-17: containing mild slash smut, het smut, femslash smut and other crazy sexual things...
Category: it's a romantic drama, with a pinch of humour
Characters: there's a plethora of footballers, from Ligue 1 and La Liga. for plot security reasons, the characters will not be revealed right now, but when they make their appearance i.e. check under the cut.
Length: mid-length story, 20 chapters + Epilogue
Summary: Wag that has it all comes across the world of slash. fleeing from her broken home, she embarks on a quest to find true love, of course for a man that isn't gay, while losing her head and path several times.
Beta: no-one.
Disclaimer: i do not own the footballers in this story, nor their families. this is completely made up and quite AU too.
Authors Notes: this is not my idea, i'm just writing it. for plot issues, address devioussoul10. the writing is mine, so you can correct mistakes and all. The taglines are all taken from IMDb
10.
Location: Barcelona
Date: June 17, 2011
Tagline: “You do know how this is supposed to work, right?... You get naked together, and you devour each other in a passionate frenzy.”
Characters: Fiona, Jelena &
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Summer rain washed the windows of the bedroom. It was late at night and neither Fiona nor Jelena could sleep, both of them awake for the same reason. Neither of them moved though, sure that the other is asleep.
Jelena wanted it, to finally move to the next level, to push Fiona's last barrier right open and have her. She really did, she had been getting wet dreams of her Fi for almost a whole week now, night after night of waking suddenly next to her lover's body, yet unable to do anything about it. She didn't know if the other woman was ready, she couldn't read the signs...because the sings were confusing.
All of her other lovers had been into women or at least consciously bisexual, so moving to the sex part had never been an issue. But Fiona was rather straight, taking this path out of desperation and a sudden dislike of men. So even if their kissing had been more intense, and the embraces more prolonged...she couldn't tell.
Fiona was faking her breath, hoping to fall asleep if she pretended to be so well enough, but the truth was that she needed to move forward with this relationship, as she could almost smell Jelena's impatience. The thrill she felt inside of her and the tingly sensation between her legs whenever she had thought about it lately told her that she was ready, but her mind refused to let go of certain conventions.
She moved, her body bumping into Jelena's, the other woman reaching out to embrace her almost immediately. Kicking the blanket covering them, Jelena looked at her and finally, she could see need in Fiona's eyes.
There was no need for words, as both women had finally found the right moment. Jelena's lips found Fiona's and the kiss started out sweet, lips only, moving on to more heated, more intense, Jelena's tongue taking control of Fiona's mouth.
But that was usual, Fiona thought, they had kissed like that many a times in the last couple of weeks, sometimes even when in bed. What was unusual was Jelena's hand, first placed on her tummy, then sliding downwards, slowly and finally nestling between her thighs. That was entirely new and while arousing as any hand between her legs would be, a little scary as well.
It didn't move, just sat there, on top of her, warmth transmitted through the thin cotton fabric of her PJ bottoms and it was enough to make Fiona tremble. She wanted it, but was she ready now, out of the blue and without having talked about it?
As if she had read her thoughts, Jelena broke the kiss.
“Do you want me to stop?”
But her hand didn't move and her lips hovered only inches away from Fiona's, her eyes clouded with want and need and Fiona knew she could no longer deny Jelena the one thing she knew she would have to eventually give her, the one thing that, if she stopped thinking about in customary terms, she too wanted.
Instead of an answer, she pushed her head up and captured her lover's lips, her mind going to mush as Jelena's hand finally slid inside her panties and touched her flesh.
The heat she was feeling spread in her whole body as skilled fingers probed inside her, making her feel alive and kicking, giving her pleasure. She reaslised she wanted this moment to last forever, Jelena's lips on her breast and her fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm, digging for her orgasm like a long lost treasure
*
He could never sleep on rainy summer nights, and the guest house was becoming stuffy as he paced up and down the rooms. He felt a little suffocated and needed some air. But of course, outside it was raining and he knew that catching a cold when he had training the next day was not the best idea.
As he passed by the window, he noticed the light in Jelena's room was switched on, so urged by a sudden impulse, he decided to drop by and socialize with his sister and her lover. For some reason, he didn't take in consideration that it was long after midnight and that he shouldn't probably bother the two women, he just put on a pair of jeans and strolled out of the house.
Using the spare key he had always been told he could make good use of, he let himself in and without hesitation took the corridor that lead to the master bedroom. It was only when he was about three feet away, that he heard the moans, undeniable sexual sounds, coming from the room.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he pondered for a few seconds. Any other man would've spun on his heels and left immediately, but Zlatan Ibrahimovic was no ordinary man. His interest in Fiona had always been high and hearing her sex noises had piqued his curiosity. He had never really believed that his sister, albeit attractive (if a brother is allowed to have such considerations), would be able to turn Fiona into a lesbian.
He had actually made a bet with Gerard Pique that Fiona wouldn't actually last long as Jelena's girlfriend, and now he would have to admit defeat to the young defender. But before he did that, he would have to see for himself that this was real and not just some aural hallucination.
So, stepping forward as lightly as he could, he reached the door, that was slightly - teasingly - cracked open. Without one shred of shame, he peered inside. It only took him one second to take in the sight of intertwined bodies, glistening with sweat, Fiona's body splayed on top of the sheets, her head almost dangling over the edge of the bed, mouth open, and eyes closed, while Jelena was perched on top of her, her head buried between her legs, her long silky hair draping Fiona's stomach.
Flustered like never before, Zlatan retreated, pressing himself into the wall. Engraved on the retina, he still had Fiona's hands grabbing fistfuls of his sister's hair. He shuddered in realisation that he was getting most inappropriately aroused.
“Damn, that's my sister. I can't join in.” he muttered to himself and with the great effort, he peeled himself off the wall and retreated back into the corridor and towards the front door.
He was probably not going to forget what he had seen anytime soon, but he could at least guarantee he would not jerk off to the mental image.
Unperturbed by the undiscovered intrusion, Fiona and Jelena continued their frenetic love making into the early hours of the night, as if the lust barrages has been broken and it had flooded both of them.
Rating: NC-17: containing mild slash smut, het smut, femslash smut and other crazy sexual things...
Category: it's a romantic drama, with a pinch of humour
Characters: there's a plethora of footballers, from Ligue 1 and La Liga. for plot security reasons, the characters will not be revealed right now, but when they make their appearance i.e. check under the cut.
Length: mid-length story, 20 chapters + Epilogue
Summary: Wag that has it all comes across the world of slash. fleeing from her broken home, she embarks on a quest to find true love, of course for a man that isn't gay, while losing her head and path several times.
Beta: no-one.
Disclaimer: i do not own the footballers in this story, nor their families. this is completely made up and quite AU too.
Authors Notes: this is not my idea, i'm just writing it. for plot issues, address devioussoul10. the writing is mine, so you can correct mistakes and all. The taglines are all taken from IMDb
10.
Location: Barcelona
Date: June 17, 2011
Tagline: “You do know how this is supposed to work, right?... You get naked together, and you devour each other in a passionate frenzy.”
Characters: Fiona, Jelena &
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Summer rain washed the windows of the bedroom. It was late at night and neither Fiona nor Jelena could sleep, both of them awake for the same reason. Neither of them moved though, sure that the other is asleep.
Jelena wanted it, to finally move to the next level, to push Fiona's last barrier right open and have her. She really did, she had been getting wet dreams of her Fi for almost a whole week now, night after night of waking suddenly next to her lover's body, yet unable to do anything about it. She didn't know if the other woman was ready, she couldn't read the signs...because the sings were confusing.
All of her other lovers had been into women or at least consciously bisexual, so moving to the sex part had never been an issue. But Fiona was rather straight, taking this path out of desperation and a sudden dislike of men. So even if their kissing had been more intense, and the embraces more prolonged...she couldn't tell.
Fiona was faking her breath, hoping to fall asleep if she pretended to be so well enough, but the truth was that she needed to move forward with this relationship, as she could almost smell Jelena's impatience. The thrill she felt inside of her and the tingly sensation between her legs whenever she had thought about it lately told her that she was ready, but her mind refused to let go of certain conventions.
She moved, her body bumping into Jelena's, the other woman reaching out to embrace her almost immediately. Kicking the blanket covering them, Jelena looked at her and finally, she could see need in Fiona's eyes.
There was no need for words, as both women had finally found the right moment. Jelena's lips found Fiona's and the kiss started out sweet, lips only, moving on to more heated, more intense, Jelena's tongue taking control of Fiona's mouth.
But that was usual, Fiona thought, they had kissed like that many a times in the last couple of weeks, sometimes even when in bed. What was unusual was Jelena's hand, first placed on her tummy, then sliding downwards, slowly and finally nestling between her thighs. That was entirely new and while arousing as any hand between her legs would be, a little scary as well.
It didn't move, just sat there, on top of her, warmth transmitted through the thin cotton fabric of her PJ bottoms and it was enough to make Fiona tremble. She wanted it, but was she ready now, out of the blue and without having talked about it?
As if she had read her thoughts, Jelena broke the kiss.
“Do you want me to stop?”
But her hand didn't move and her lips hovered only inches away from Fiona's, her eyes clouded with want and need and Fiona knew she could no longer deny Jelena the one thing she knew she would have to eventually give her, the one thing that, if she stopped thinking about in customary terms, she too wanted.
Instead of an answer, she pushed her head up and captured her lover's lips, her mind going to mush as Jelena's hand finally slid inside her panties and touched her flesh.
The heat she was feeling spread in her whole body as skilled fingers probed inside her, making her feel alive and kicking, giving her pleasure. She reaslised she wanted this moment to last forever, Jelena's lips on her breast and her fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm, digging for her orgasm like a long lost treasure
*
He could never sleep on rainy summer nights, and the guest house was becoming stuffy as he paced up and down the rooms. He felt a little suffocated and needed some air. But of course, outside it was raining and he knew that catching a cold when he had training the next day was not the best idea.
As he passed by the window, he noticed the light in Jelena's room was switched on, so urged by a sudden impulse, he decided to drop by and socialize with his sister and her lover. For some reason, he didn't take in consideration that it was long after midnight and that he shouldn't probably bother the two women, he just put on a pair of jeans and strolled out of the house.
Using the spare key he had always been told he could make good use of, he let himself in and without hesitation took the corridor that lead to the master bedroom. It was only when he was about three feet away, that he heard the moans, undeniable sexual sounds, coming from the room.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he pondered for a few seconds. Any other man would've spun on his heels and left immediately, but Zlatan Ibrahimovic was no ordinary man. His interest in Fiona had always been high and hearing her sex noises had piqued his curiosity. He had never really believed that his sister, albeit attractive (if a brother is allowed to have such considerations), would be able to turn Fiona into a lesbian.
He had actually made a bet with Gerard Pique that Fiona wouldn't actually last long as Jelena's girlfriend, and now he would have to admit defeat to the young defender. But before he did that, he would have to see for himself that this was real and not just some aural hallucination.
So, stepping forward as lightly as he could, he reached the door, that was slightly - teasingly - cracked open. Without one shred of shame, he peered inside. It only took him one second to take in the sight of intertwined bodies, glistening with sweat, Fiona's body splayed on top of the sheets, her head almost dangling over the edge of the bed, mouth open, and eyes closed, while Jelena was perched on top of her, her head buried between her legs, her long silky hair draping Fiona's stomach.
Flustered like never before, Zlatan retreated, pressing himself into the wall. Engraved on the retina, he still had Fiona's hands grabbing fistfuls of his sister's hair. He shuddered in realisation that he was getting most inappropriately aroused.
“Damn, that's my sister. I can't join in.” he muttered to himself and with the great effort, he peeled himself off the wall and retreated back into the corridor and towards the front door.
He was probably not going to forget what he had seen anytime soon, but he could at least guarantee he would not jerk off to the mental image.
Unperturbed by the undiscovered intrusion, Fiona and Jelena continued their frenetic love making into the early hours of the night, as if the lust barrages has been broken and it had flooded both of them.