Fanfiction: Mexico [3/?]
Title: Mexico
Author: daydreaminchic
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I just like to play with them in my head.
Teaser/Summary: Why on Earth would Penn and Blake have separate hotel rooms in Mexico if they are in this freaking country as a couple?
Part III
Leighton went to Mexico so that her secret affair wouldn’t forget who’s better in bed: her or that awful boy. And when the brunette saw on the internet some pictures of the happy couple making out and swimming and sunbathing, she got pissed.
(So, you see, when Blake arrived, she was meant to be teased and tortured.)
After pinning the blonde against the door and taunting her a bit, Leighton abruptly stepped away. “You did seem to be enjoying yourself sticking your tongue in Penn’s throat.” She said, cold as ice, as she walked towards her suitcase, already missing the warmth of that body against hers. “So much fun.”
(Leighton loves to play with chocolate.)
“Go to the bedroom, Lively. Be ready when I get there.” Her commanding tone is final. She sees her co-star heading to the suite, ogles that gorgeous ass and finally takes the chocolate tube and a glass of water.
(A room next to Penn’s is just so that he can hear every single time his girlfriend comes.)
The blonde was lying on the bed, with only her underwear on, when Leighton entered. Good girl. Her breathing was unsteady. “The glass of water is for you to stay hydrated.” She places it on the office desk and undresses.
(If Blake came smelling like Penn, she would have to go back to her room and take a shower - Leighton hates the smell of that boy. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.)
When she’s on top of Blake, she notices her co-star’s shivers. Hm. She kisses her once more, the way she knows it’ll make the blonde moan in her mouth, and starts undulating her body. “Spread your legs” she says. “Spread your legs for me, Lively.” Her mouth goes to Blake’s neck, placing open mouthed kisses.
(It’s really not fair. Badgley can take her out on dates, hold her hand while crossing a street, have make-out sessions to the world to see, and she can do none of those things.)
Her nails are digging into Blake’s thighs, and she knows by now her co-star is obscenely wet. The kisses go down to the blonde’s shoulders, collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her abdomen. Leighton is everywhere, and that entire body beneath her is an erogenous zone within the next minutes.
(All she wants is to be able to take Blake to a nice restaurant on a date.)
“How many times can he make you come when you’re doing it?” She goes up and bites the blonde’s neck. “Once?” She kisses the same spot. “Twice, perhaps?” Her co-star only moans in response; it’s obvious that all coherent thought has disappeared a long time ago. Leighton slides a thigh between Blake’s, grabs the blonde’s ass and makes Blake ride her. It doesn’t take long until the body beneath her is stiffing, shaking and swearing.
(Blake should be only hers. Leighton has never liked to share.)
“We’re both still with underwear on and you already came.” That should tell you something. I’m so much better. “Can he make you come five, six times in one night, like I can?”
(Leighton is panting too, but she won’t admit it.)
The brunette unclasps Blake’s bra and grabs the chocolate tube. Time for some good fun.
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Author: daydreaminchic
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Blake Lively/Leighton Meester
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I just like to play with them in my head.
Teaser/Summary: Why on Earth would Penn and Blake have separate hotel rooms in Mexico if they are in this freaking country as a couple?
Part III
Leighton went to Mexico so that her secret affair wouldn’t forget who’s better in bed: her or that awful boy. And when the brunette saw on the internet some pictures of the happy couple making out and swimming and sunbathing, she got pissed.
(So, you see, when Blake arrived, she was meant to be teased and tortured.)
After pinning the blonde against the door and taunting her a bit, Leighton abruptly stepped away. “You did seem to be enjoying yourself sticking your tongue in Penn’s throat.” She said, cold as ice, as she walked towards her suitcase, already missing the warmth of that body against hers. “So much fun.”
(Leighton loves to play with chocolate.)
“Go to the bedroom, Lively. Be ready when I get there.” Her commanding tone is final. She sees her co-star heading to the suite, ogles that gorgeous ass and finally takes the chocolate tube and a glass of water.
(A room next to Penn’s is just so that he can hear every single time his girlfriend comes.)
The blonde was lying on the bed, with only her underwear on, when Leighton entered. Good girl. Her breathing was unsteady. “The glass of water is for you to stay hydrated.” She places it on the office desk and undresses.
(If Blake came smelling like Penn, she would have to go back to her room and take a shower - Leighton hates the smell of that boy. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.)
When she’s on top of Blake, she notices her co-star’s shivers. Hm. She kisses her once more, the way she knows it’ll make the blonde moan in her mouth, and starts undulating her body. “Spread your legs” she says. “Spread your legs for me, Lively.” Her mouth goes to Blake’s neck, placing open mouthed kisses.
(It’s really not fair. Badgley can take her out on dates, hold her hand while crossing a street, have make-out sessions to the world to see, and she can do none of those things.)
Her nails are digging into Blake’s thighs, and she knows by now her co-star is obscenely wet. The kisses go down to the blonde’s shoulders, collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her abdomen. Leighton is everywhere, and that entire body beneath her is an erogenous zone within the next minutes.
(All she wants is to be able to take Blake to a nice restaurant on a date.)
“How many times can he make you come when you’re doing it?” She goes up and bites the blonde’s neck. “Once?” She kisses the same spot. “Twice, perhaps?” Her co-star only moans in response; it’s obvious that all coherent thought has disappeared a long time ago. Leighton slides a thigh between Blake’s, grabs the blonde’s ass and makes Blake ride her. It doesn’t take long until the body beneath her is stiffing, shaking and swearing.
(Blake should be only hers. Leighton has never liked to share.)
“We’re both still with underwear on and you already came.” That should tell you something. I’m so much better. “Can he make you come five, six times in one night, like I can?”
(Leighton is panting too, but she won’t admit it.)
The brunette unclasps Blake’s bra and grabs the chocolate tube. Time for some good fun.
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