Fic: One for the Basket, One for Me
Title: One for the Basket, One for Me
Author: cameron_sarah
Pairing: Bridget/Tabrett
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: RPF
Disclaimer: They are most definitely not mine :(
Summary: Not all things have to be done a home.
Prompt: The girls go shopping! :D
"Try this one." Another floral dress flew over the top of the changing room door and Tabrett sighed, resting her forehead against the wall. She reached up without looking, and took it down; taking a deep breath before pulling off the one she was wearing. She slipped on the new one, tugging at it as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"I'm not really a floral person, Bridget." She said to the woman on the other side of the door. They had been invited to the Qantas Film and Television Awards, and Bridget had commented, quite bluntly, that jeans were not suitable award ceremony attire. After much discussion, in which Tabrett was made aware that going naked was not an appropriate alternative, she finally agreed to let Bridget take her shopping for a dress.
"Let me see." Bridget replied, and Tabrett unlatched the door, letting her in. Bridget closed it behind herself, before turning to evaluate the dress. She motioned with her finger, and Tabrett obediently spun in a circle, then stopped with her hands on her hips. Bridget shook her head.
"It doesn't sit quite right." She agreed, reaching out to touch it, but Tabrett grabbed her hand.
"I really don't think that that's the problem." Tabrett replied huskily, and Bridget looked up suddenly, barely opening her mouth before she was up against the wall.
"Tabby, wha-"
"I still think that my 'naked' idea was better." Tabrett murmured, head cocked, and Bridget swallowed, trying to curve the woman's intent.
"But then everyone would be falling at your feet, and the whole ceremony would be ruined. Also, I don't want them looking at you. Some parts of you are only for me." It didn't work, because Tabrett's hand was beginning to trace up her thigh.
"How come you get to wear jeans, while I'm in this dress? That doesn't seem fair." She whined, popping the button and snaking a hand into the tight space. Bridget gasped, fingers clutching at the thin material of the dress. This was not the shopping trip that she had imagined.
"Tab, you can't..."
Tabrett smirked, leaning in to nibble Bridget's ear. "Sure I can." She murmured, firmly pushing two fingers into the brunette.
Bridget gasped, biting down hard on her bottom lip to keep the groan from escaping. The last thing she wanted was anyone coming to investigate. She moved to tangle a hand in Tabrett's hair, dragging her up to meet her lips. She could feel the smirk widen on Tabrett's face, but it was gone soon enough as Bridget ran her tongue over her lip, kissing her hard.
Tabrett moaned, and Bridget gave her hair a sharp tug, reminding her to keep quiet. She slipped another finger into her in response, feeling Bridget whimper into the kiss. An arm wrapped over her shoulder, pressing down, and Tabrett could tell that Bridget was close to orgasm, and close to loosing her footing. She pressed a hand to Bridget's hip, keeping her pinned against the wall.
Grateful for the support, Bridget relaxed, letting the sensations wash over her. She still couldn't believe they were doing this here. She was terrified that someone was going to find them, but she found that the idea only seemed to make her more turned on, and a moment later she was shuddering with release, clinging to the smaller blonde.
Tabrett stilled, grinning against Bridget's lips. "Better?" She asked the smugness evident in her voice, though Bridget ignored it, only nodding mutely. Slowly, Tabrett pulled away, letting Bridget lean against the wall of her own accord. She glanced down at the dress she was wearing.
"You know what? I don't think I mind this dress that much after all." She quickly changed back into her own clothes, flashing Bridget a grin before leaving the changing room with the dress.
Bridget groaned, buttoning up her jeans, and with a wince, followed Tabrett out into the shop.
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I love you guys, and I love writing these fics (Tab/Bridge Forever) but I think I need to drop back a little. No, I know I have to drop back. :( I really don't want to, but I'm in my final year, and I've got exams coming up faster than I would like, and I really kind of need to pass this year, as I hear it's kind of important. :/ I've just got so much stuff on now too, with musical stage rehursals every weekend, and trying to get into college. I won't stop writing completely, fics will just not be daily. I hope you guys understand. :S
*hugs*
Author: cameron_sarah
Pairing: Bridget/Tabrett
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: RPF
Disclaimer: They are most definitely not mine :(
Summary: Not all things have to be done a home.
Prompt: The girls go shopping! :D
"Try this one." Another floral dress flew over the top of the changing room door and Tabrett sighed, resting her forehead against the wall. She reached up without looking, and took it down; taking a deep breath before pulling off the one she was wearing. She slipped on the new one, tugging at it as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"I'm not really a floral person, Bridget." She said to the woman on the other side of the door. They had been invited to the Qantas Film and Television Awards, and Bridget had commented, quite bluntly, that jeans were not suitable award ceremony attire. After much discussion, in which Tabrett was made aware that going naked was not an appropriate alternative, she finally agreed to let Bridget take her shopping for a dress.
"Let me see." Bridget replied, and Tabrett unlatched the door, letting her in. Bridget closed it behind herself, before turning to evaluate the dress. She motioned with her finger, and Tabrett obediently spun in a circle, then stopped with her hands on her hips. Bridget shook her head.
"It doesn't sit quite right." She agreed, reaching out to touch it, but Tabrett grabbed her hand.
"I really don't think that that's the problem." Tabrett replied huskily, and Bridget looked up suddenly, barely opening her mouth before she was up against the wall.
"Tabby, wha-"
"I still think that my 'naked' idea was better." Tabrett murmured, head cocked, and Bridget swallowed, trying to curve the woman's intent.
"But then everyone would be falling at your feet, and the whole ceremony would be ruined. Also, I don't want them looking at you. Some parts of you are only for me." It didn't work, because Tabrett's hand was beginning to trace up her thigh.
"How come you get to wear jeans, while I'm in this dress? That doesn't seem fair." She whined, popping the button and snaking a hand into the tight space. Bridget gasped, fingers clutching at the thin material of the dress. This was not the shopping trip that she had imagined.
"Tab, you can't..."
Tabrett smirked, leaning in to nibble Bridget's ear. "Sure I can." She murmured, firmly pushing two fingers into the brunette.
Bridget gasped, biting down hard on her bottom lip to keep the groan from escaping. The last thing she wanted was anyone coming to investigate. She moved to tangle a hand in Tabrett's hair, dragging her up to meet her lips. She could feel the smirk widen on Tabrett's face, but it was gone soon enough as Bridget ran her tongue over her lip, kissing her hard.
Tabrett moaned, and Bridget gave her hair a sharp tug, reminding her to keep quiet. She slipped another finger into her in response, feeling Bridget whimper into the kiss. An arm wrapped over her shoulder, pressing down, and Tabrett could tell that Bridget was close to orgasm, and close to loosing her footing. She pressed a hand to Bridget's hip, keeping her pinned against the wall.
Grateful for the support, Bridget relaxed, letting the sensations wash over her. She still couldn't believe they were doing this here. She was terrified that someone was going to find them, but she found that the idea only seemed to make her more turned on, and a moment later she was shuddering with release, clinging to the smaller blonde.
Tabrett stilled, grinning against Bridget's lips. "Better?" She asked the smugness evident in her voice, though Bridget ignored it, only nodding mutely. Slowly, Tabrett pulled away, letting Bridget lean against the wall of her own accord. She glanced down at the dress she was wearing.
"You know what? I don't think I mind this dress that much after all." She quickly changed back into her own clothes, flashing Bridget a grin before leaving the changing room with the dress.
Bridget groaned, buttoning up her jeans, and with a wince, followed Tabrett out into the shop.
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I love you guys, and I love writing these fics (Tab/Bridge Forever) but I think I need to drop back a little. No, I know I have to drop back. :( I really don't want to, but I'm in my final year, and I've got exams coming up faster than I would like, and I really kind of need to pass this year, as I hear it's kind of important. :/ I've just got so much stuff on now too, with musical stage rehursals every weekend, and trying to get into college. I won't stop writing completely, fics will just not be daily. I hope you guys understand. :S
*hugs*