Bill's Surprise
Title: Bill's Surprise (I couldn't think of anything better)
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Pairings: Felicity Huffman/William H. Macy
Chapter: Part I (as per usual - I can't sit still long enough to finish in one sitting)
Rating: NC18
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: It's the after party of the 2006 Golden Globes; Felicity Huffman is on a high from her win and Bill has a surprise waiting for her up in their hotel room.
Felicity Huffman looked like a Grecian goddess at the Warner Bros. after party for the 2006 Golden Globes. Having just won best actress for her role in Transamerica, Felicity was out celebrating with her husband, Sir William H. Macy. Her award clutched firmly in her left hand, the vivacious blonde ran her hand down her husband’s torso and looked up at him through her lashes, batting them coyly.
Bill was no fool; his wife could tempt the very snake that seduced Eve in the Garden of Eden but he’d been with her long enough to see that hungry look in her eyes. Similarly, he’d been with her long enough to know that when he saw that look in her eye, he was in for a long evening. Returning her look with one of his own, he was satisfied to know that at least tonight, his wife had no idea what was in store for her.
Tilting her head up, Felicity pressed her mouth to William’s and swayed against his familiar hips. Leaning into him, she let the music weave its way around her. Kissing her back, Bill placed a firm hand on the small of Felicity’s back and held her close; feeling that familiar urge when his wife ground her pelvis against his pants. Grabbing her teasing hand, he spun her away and admired how the gown spun around her in a floating cloud of pure white.
Grabbing the silky fabric, Felicity closed her eyes and pulled it up slowly along her thigh; flashing Bill her smooth flesh before turning quickly and grinding her ass in a slow, lazy circle in time to the beat. Looking over her shoulder at her husband, Felicity grinned with her teeth and Bill shivered with a sharp toothed grin in return. Cocking his head, he waited for his wife to return to him as she always did, eventually.
With a desire-oozing purr, Felicity moved into the circle of William’s arms; sinking her lithe form into his as they became one on the dance floor. Biting her bottom lip, Felicity reached up and pulled Bill’s head closer to her mouth; “Do you have any idea what I’d like to do to you right now, darling?” Her tongue darted out to flick against his earlobe and then her teeth took over, nibbling on it lustfully.
William smiled as her words reached his ears; deftly he grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her back, thrusting his hips against hers as they ground together as one entity. Then he spun her around, trapping her wrists behind her and pulling her into him as they swayed. The award was cold and hard between them and Felicity gasped at the force in which Bill was handling her. It made her groan softly and thrust her ass more firmly against his lap. Letting her head fall to the side, she waited for him to take advantage of the skin she was bearing; but much to her disappointment, he only kissed it briefly and released her.
“I have a surprise for you, love.” With a nod towards the door, Bill grabbed his wife’s hand and yanked her through the crowd of writhing bodies. With a giddy laugh, Felicity hurried to keep up, gripping both the heavy award and her husband’s strong hand.
Bursting free of the heavy crowd, Bill hailed a cab and opened the door for his wife. “After you, beautiful.” With a grin, Felicity eased into the cab and moved over to make room for Bill. He sank into the cab beside her and gave the driver directions to their hotel. Then he leaned back and rested his hand on Felicity’s thigh.
“What sort of surprise do you have for me?” Felicity looked as expectant as a child on Christmas morning. She also looked radiant; glowing from the dancing and erotic thoughts, she sparkled in the darkness.
“Now, now…it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” Bill grinned and with a glance at the driver who was taking each red light to stare pointedly at them, began to walk his fingers against Felicity’s thigh; watching as the fabric of her dress moved up to gather under his palm.
Her arm tucked into his, Felicity gazed down as Bill pulled up her dress; arching a brow she placed her hand on his and nodded towards the cab driver with a bit of a frown. Bill leaned in to whisper hotly in her ear; “Yes, I know he’s watching darling but you know how crazy that makes you.” Felicity jolted with a bitten back cry as Bill nipped at her neck viciously.
Wine had been flowing freely at the after party that night and Felicity was finding her persuasive husband very hard to deny. With a groan, she slowly spread her thighs wider and Bill’s hand slid between them beneath the frothy white silk. His fingers curled around the damp fabric of her thong and began to tug; Felicity’s eyes widened and she hissed, “Bill!”
“Shh, honey…” Silencing her with a kiss full of firm lips and desire, he pulled her panties down her legs and left them around her knees; shoving his hand between her thighs and into her wet cunt. Felicity gasped violently and thrust upwards, whimpering shamelessly as she was toyed with like a marionette. Her eyes fluttered open and met the cab driver’s wide-eyed gaze. She groaned with embarrassment and grabbed a handful of William’s hair, yanking him back down to her mouth.
Moaning into his wife, Bill thrust his fingers in and out of her sloppy cunt. He loved the way she gave herself to him; unrelenting desire pulsed through them whenever they were near each other. It was an incredible and indescribable bond, giving way to a deep love and mind blowing sex.
Felicity could no longer stand being the only one in agony, dropping her award on the seat she reached over and pressed her palm against the bulge in William’s pants. Hearing him groan against her mouth, Felicity grinned and bit his lower lip, grasping more firmly at his pants and rubbing her hand against his straining cock. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, she humped his hand and uttered breathlessly; “Jesus Bill, the things you do to me…”
The cab driver was so distracted by their foray in the back of his cab that he nearly ran a red light; swearing silently he tried to keep his eyes on the road. Bill could have said the same thing about his wife, the way she was touching him. With a groan he felt himself grow hard; he pulled away from Felicity’s ravenous mouth and eased his fingers out of her. She protested with a moaned frown and made to kiss him again; he thrust his wet fingers into her mouth instead.
Finding her husband’s cunt-coated fingers in her mouth came as a surprise to Felicity, she frowned then smiled and sucked at them. Cleaning them one by one in slow, languid licks; naughtily previewing just how talented she was with her mouth and tongue. Slowly, she pulled back and they slipped from her mouth; tasting cunt on her tongue, she purred and pressed herself against her husband.
“Ahh, excuse me? Is this your hotel?” The cab driver cleared his throat nervously and looked everywhere but at the breathless couple.
With a laugh, Felicity batted at Bill’s hand and pulled her dress back down to her ankles. Fishing out a generous amount of money for the short cab ride, William handed it to the driver with a smile. “Many thanks to you sir.” Then he got out and took his wife’s hand.
The picture perfect couple for married bliss, Felicity and Bill stole the show in their award show finery as they sauntered across the hotel lobby and disappeared into a nearby elevator. Felicity looked at the mirrored surfaces surrounding her and remembered the last time she’d been in an elevator, shoving a certain redhead against the glass and sinking her fingers between that woman’s legs; remembering the guilt she felt when she followed Marcia back to her hotel room and yet, what transpired there still made her insides melt into a puddle between her thighs.
“What are you thinking about darling?” With a twinkle in his eye, Bill grabbed the back of his wife’s neck and pulled her against him.
“Mmm… that I love elevators.” Felicity oozed down her husband, crouching in front of him and biting at his tuxedo pants, tugging the zipper of his fly with a wicked grin. “And how private they can be.” Reaching out, she smacked the STOP button and the elevator ground to a halt. William’s eyes widened, he’d give his wife that much - she was always just as full of surprises as he was. “I hope this won’t ruin your surprise?” Felicity murmured as she undid his zipper.
With a slowly hissed groan, Bill touched her blonde curls and growled, “It can wait.” The moment his button was undone and Felicity began to pull down his pants, Bill’s cock sprang forth. No matter what sort of control a man had, Felicity Huffman had been teasing, touching and tantalizing her husband for nearly an hour now - he was only human. Her mouth devoured his cock into its warm wetness and he groaned, thrusting forward involuntarily.
Pleased with herself, Felicity slurped and licked at Bill’s rigid manhood. She had no idea what his surprise was, but she hated when he had one up on her; it was a little game of theirs and right now, she was winning. Her dark eyes sparkled when she grabbed his cock and began working the shaft as she tongued the tip; looking up to watch her husband lose control. Seconds before she predicted his release, Felicity stood up and took one step back with a cruel smile on her face.
“Damn you, woman.” William hissed but his eyes betrayed his amusement. She was good at their game, his beautiful wife; though he could attribute it to the fact that he was putty in her very talented hands. Felicity restarted the elevator as Bill fixed himself, shaking his head.
“You know you love me, honey.” Purred Felicity.
“God help me, I do.” Bill laughed as he pressed a hungry kiss to his wife’s mouth before yanking her out into the hallway of their floor. The key turned in the lock of their door and William dragged Felicity in after him; her laughter died in her throat as she saw who was standing there - what Bill’s surprise was.
“Marcia.” The name breathed out like a curse; or perhaps a prayer.
...To Be Continued...
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Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Pairings: Felicity Huffman/William H. Macy
Chapter: Part I (as per usual - I can't sit still long enough to finish in one sitting)
Rating: NC18
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: It's the after party of the 2006 Golden Globes; Felicity Huffman is on a high from her win and Bill has a surprise waiting for her up in their hotel room.
Felicity Huffman looked like a Grecian goddess at the Warner Bros. after party for the 2006 Golden Globes. Having just won best actress for her role in Transamerica, Felicity was out celebrating with her husband, Sir William H. Macy. Her award clutched firmly in her left hand, the vivacious blonde ran her hand down her husband’s torso and looked up at him through her lashes, batting them coyly.
Bill was no fool; his wife could tempt the very snake that seduced Eve in the Garden of Eden but he’d been with her long enough to see that hungry look in her eyes. Similarly, he’d been with her long enough to know that when he saw that look in her eye, he was in for a long evening. Returning her look with one of his own, he was satisfied to know that at least tonight, his wife had no idea what was in store for her.
Tilting her head up, Felicity pressed her mouth to William’s and swayed against his familiar hips. Leaning into him, she let the music weave its way around her. Kissing her back, Bill placed a firm hand on the small of Felicity’s back and held her close; feeling that familiar urge when his wife ground her pelvis against his pants. Grabbing her teasing hand, he spun her away and admired how the gown spun around her in a floating cloud of pure white.
Grabbing the silky fabric, Felicity closed her eyes and pulled it up slowly along her thigh; flashing Bill her smooth flesh before turning quickly and grinding her ass in a slow, lazy circle in time to the beat. Looking over her shoulder at her husband, Felicity grinned with her teeth and Bill shivered with a sharp toothed grin in return. Cocking his head, he waited for his wife to return to him as she always did, eventually.
With a desire-oozing purr, Felicity moved into the circle of William’s arms; sinking her lithe form into his as they became one on the dance floor. Biting her bottom lip, Felicity reached up and pulled Bill’s head closer to her mouth; “Do you have any idea what I’d like to do to you right now, darling?” Her tongue darted out to flick against his earlobe and then her teeth took over, nibbling on it lustfully.
William smiled as her words reached his ears; deftly he grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her back, thrusting his hips against hers as they ground together as one entity. Then he spun her around, trapping her wrists behind her and pulling her into him as they swayed. The award was cold and hard between them and Felicity gasped at the force in which Bill was handling her. It made her groan softly and thrust her ass more firmly against his lap. Letting her head fall to the side, she waited for him to take advantage of the skin she was bearing; but much to her disappointment, he only kissed it briefly and released her.
“I have a surprise for you, love.” With a nod towards the door, Bill grabbed his wife’s hand and yanked her through the crowd of writhing bodies. With a giddy laugh, Felicity hurried to keep up, gripping both the heavy award and her husband’s strong hand.
Bursting free of the heavy crowd, Bill hailed a cab and opened the door for his wife. “After you, beautiful.” With a grin, Felicity eased into the cab and moved over to make room for Bill. He sank into the cab beside her and gave the driver directions to their hotel. Then he leaned back and rested his hand on Felicity’s thigh.
“What sort of surprise do you have for me?” Felicity looked as expectant as a child on Christmas morning. She also looked radiant; glowing from the dancing and erotic thoughts, she sparkled in the darkness.
“Now, now…it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” Bill grinned and with a glance at the driver who was taking each red light to stare pointedly at them, began to walk his fingers against Felicity’s thigh; watching as the fabric of her dress moved up to gather under his palm.
Her arm tucked into his, Felicity gazed down as Bill pulled up her dress; arching a brow she placed her hand on his and nodded towards the cab driver with a bit of a frown. Bill leaned in to whisper hotly in her ear; “Yes, I know he’s watching darling but you know how crazy that makes you.” Felicity jolted with a bitten back cry as Bill nipped at her neck viciously.
Wine had been flowing freely at the after party that night and Felicity was finding her persuasive husband very hard to deny. With a groan, she slowly spread her thighs wider and Bill’s hand slid between them beneath the frothy white silk. His fingers curled around the damp fabric of her thong and began to tug; Felicity’s eyes widened and she hissed, “Bill!”
“Shh, honey…” Silencing her with a kiss full of firm lips and desire, he pulled her panties down her legs and left them around her knees; shoving his hand between her thighs and into her wet cunt. Felicity gasped violently and thrust upwards, whimpering shamelessly as she was toyed with like a marionette. Her eyes fluttered open and met the cab driver’s wide-eyed gaze. She groaned with embarrassment and grabbed a handful of William’s hair, yanking him back down to her mouth.
Moaning into his wife, Bill thrust his fingers in and out of her sloppy cunt. He loved the way she gave herself to him; unrelenting desire pulsed through them whenever they were near each other. It was an incredible and indescribable bond, giving way to a deep love and mind blowing sex.
Felicity could no longer stand being the only one in agony, dropping her award on the seat she reached over and pressed her palm against the bulge in William’s pants. Hearing him groan against her mouth, Felicity grinned and bit his lower lip, grasping more firmly at his pants and rubbing her hand against his straining cock. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, she humped his hand and uttered breathlessly; “Jesus Bill, the things you do to me…”
The cab driver was so distracted by their foray in the back of his cab that he nearly ran a red light; swearing silently he tried to keep his eyes on the road. Bill could have said the same thing about his wife, the way she was touching him. With a groan he felt himself grow hard; he pulled away from Felicity’s ravenous mouth and eased his fingers out of her. She protested with a moaned frown and made to kiss him again; he thrust his wet fingers into her mouth instead.
Finding her husband’s cunt-coated fingers in her mouth came as a surprise to Felicity, she frowned then smiled and sucked at them. Cleaning them one by one in slow, languid licks; naughtily previewing just how talented she was with her mouth and tongue. Slowly, she pulled back and they slipped from her mouth; tasting cunt on her tongue, she purred and pressed herself against her husband.
“Ahh, excuse me? Is this your hotel?” The cab driver cleared his throat nervously and looked everywhere but at the breathless couple.
With a laugh, Felicity batted at Bill’s hand and pulled her dress back down to her ankles. Fishing out a generous amount of money for the short cab ride, William handed it to the driver with a smile. “Many thanks to you sir.” Then he got out and took his wife’s hand.
The picture perfect couple for married bliss, Felicity and Bill stole the show in their award show finery as they sauntered across the hotel lobby and disappeared into a nearby elevator. Felicity looked at the mirrored surfaces surrounding her and remembered the last time she’d been in an elevator, shoving a certain redhead against the glass and sinking her fingers between that woman’s legs; remembering the guilt she felt when she followed Marcia back to her hotel room and yet, what transpired there still made her insides melt into a puddle between her thighs.
“What are you thinking about darling?” With a twinkle in his eye, Bill grabbed the back of his wife’s neck and pulled her against him.
“Mmm… that I love elevators.” Felicity oozed down her husband, crouching in front of him and biting at his tuxedo pants, tugging the zipper of his fly with a wicked grin. “And how private they can be.” Reaching out, she smacked the STOP button and the elevator ground to a halt. William’s eyes widened, he’d give his wife that much - she was always just as full of surprises as he was. “I hope this won’t ruin your surprise?” Felicity murmured as she undid his zipper.
With a slowly hissed groan, Bill touched her blonde curls and growled, “It can wait.” The moment his button was undone and Felicity began to pull down his pants, Bill’s cock sprang forth. No matter what sort of control a man had, Felicity Huffman had been teasing, touching and tantalizing her husband for nearly an hour now - he was only human. Her mouth devoured his cock into its warm wetness and he groaned, thrusting forward involuntarily.
Pleased with herself, Felicity slurped and licked at Bill’s rigid manhood. She had no idea what his surprise was, but she hated when he had one up on her; it was a little game of theirs and right now, she was winning. Her dark eyes sparkled when she grabbed his cock and began working the shaft as she tongued the tip; looking up to watch her husband lose control. Seconds before she predicted his release, Felicity stood up and took one step back with a cruel smile on her face.
“Damn you, woman.” William hissed but his eyes betrayed his amusement. She was good at their game, his beautiful wife; though he could attribute it to the fact that he was putty in her very talented hands. Felicity restarted the elevator as Bill fixed himself, shaking his head.
“You know you love me, honey.” Purred Felicity.
“God help me, I do.” Bill laughed as he pressed a hungry kiss to his wife’s mouth before yanking her out into the hallway of their floor. The key turned in the lock of their door and William dragged Felicity in after him; her laughter died in her throat as she saw who was standing there - what Bill’s surprise was.
“Marcia.” The name breathed out like a curse; or perhaps a prayer.
...To Be Continued...
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