Life in the Fast Lane: Part II
Title: Life in the Fast Lane
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Pairings: Marcia Cross/Felicity Huffman
Chapter: Part II
Rating: NC17 (I'm never sure how to rate these)
Disclaimer: A Flickacross aside to the Hush, Little Baby fic - for all of those who were appalled that Felicity didn't "get some". The lyrics to "Life in the Fast Lane" belong to the Eagles.
Leaning far over the writhing Felicity, Marcia pulled up the lever on the lover’s chair and grinned as it slammed backwards. “I love these seats.” Removing her hand from between Felicity’s thighs, Marcia grinned and spun around to kneel in her seat, her eyes trained ardently on Felicity’s.
With a groan, Felicity straightened herself and let her leg fall back down to the floor as her hands moved up to grasp the headrest. She watched as Marcia began unbuttoning her blouse and her own fingers walked to the knot at the nape of her neck, untying it for future ease but leaving the dress in place. The tantalizing way Marcia’s graceful fingers tugged at the buttons and popped them through their buttonholes was fascinating to Felicity; the sensually slow reveal of flesh bit by antagonizing bit; the teasing hint of cleavage as the shirt fell against Marcia’s breasts. Felicity mewled softly as her eyes reached Marcia’s and she breathed out wantonly.
“Life in the Fast Lane” by the Eagles was filtering its way into the car through the radio and Marcia’s eyes sparkled as her hips began to move to the beat.
He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
Tilting her head, Marcia grinned coyly at Felicity, enjoying the torturous desire she was inflicting upon her blonde haired friend. Normally, it was Felicity doing the teasing and Marcia was thoroughly enjoying this change of pace. Undoing the button on her jeans, she bit her bottom lip chastely as the zipper purred downward and her fingers danced their way back up against her flesh. A whispered touch against her silken skin, Marcia’s fingers found their way passed her navel, dipping into her cleavage and pressing against the hollow of her throat.
She'd say, “Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red."
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind, mm
Are you with me so far?
Eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
Unable to help herself and knowing it would spur Marcia on that much more, Felicity’s own hand snaked down her dressed form and sank between her legs. Getting lost in silk and crinoline, Felicity growled impatiently and tore at the fabric with both hands. Marcia’s eyes widened and she laughed as the fragile dress ripped easily, her hand losing themselves in her fiery mane as her hips rolled and dipped to the music. With the skirt torn, Felicity’s fingers slid easily between flesh and fabric to dance against her throbbing clit.
They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
Watching Felicity’s hips lift against her own hand, Marcia’s gaze slowly raped across the blonde’s trembling body and she smiled sadistically. Holding her coworkers gaze, she pushed her jeans down around her knees then grinned naughtily and dragged her tongue along the length of her middle finger and suckled the very tip. Mirroring Felicity, she sank her hand between her thighs and leaned against her seat moaning softly as she toyed with herself. Her other hand busy at work pulling her shirt aside, freeing one arm and letting the fabric fall around her other hand. Her breasts, framed by lace, heaved with longing; her tongue, craving Felicity’s, swept along her bottom lip restlessly.
Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired
to fight about it
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Breathless and gasping, Felicity looked at Marcia imploringly; “Kiss me.” Her voice a husky whisper barely heard over the din of music playing in the background. Marcia groaned, not having the strength to deny her lover that simple request she pulled the lever to her right and her seat leveled with Felicity’s. Holding herself up with one hand, Marcia leaned over and lowered her mouth to press against Felicity’s. The women moaned simultaneously as their tongue touched, at first tentatively and then passionately. Sparring with each other hungrily, desperately running one against the other as lips mashed and groans caught in each other’s throats.
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign, took a turn for the worse
They were a blur of red and blonde, of hips grinding and hands thrusting; they were a mêlée of writhing limbs and gasping breaths and just as they neared their respective peaks of pleasure, Marcia pulled away and grabbed Felicity’s hand. Her mouth swollen from Felicity’s kiss, her eyes glazed with uncompleted need, she intertwined their wet, sticky fingers together and brought them to her mouth. Felicity groaned with protest, her hips arching towards the emptiness between her legs, her eyes begging Marcia not to do this to her again. Marcia smiled tenderly, her tongue sweeping across the mélange of girl juices intermingling with each other, tasting herself in the same moment as she tasted Felicity. Pressing a sweet kiss to her lover’s hand and releasing it she kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of her pants and opened the car door.
...To Be Continued...
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Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Pairings: Marcia Cross/Felicity Huffman
Chapter: Part II
Rating: NC17 (I'm never sure how to rate these)
Disclaimer: A Flickacross aside to the Hush, Little Baby fic - for all of those who were appalled that Felicity didn't "get some". The lyrics to "Life in the Fast Lane" belong to the Eagles.
Leaning far over the writhing Felicity, Marcia pulled up the lever on the lover’s chair and grinned as it slammed backwards. “I love these seats.” Removing her hand from between Felicity’s thighs, Marcia grinned and spun around to kneel in her seat, her eyes trained ardently on Felicity’s.
With a groan, Felicity straightened herself and let her leg fall back down to the floor as her hands moved up to grasp the headrest. She watched as Marcia began unbuttoning her blouse and her own fingers walked to the knot at the nape of her neck, untying it for future ease but leaving the dress in place. The tantalizing way Marcia’s graceful fingers tugged at the buttons and popped them through their buttonholes was fascinating to Felicity; the sensually slow reveal of flesh bit by antagonizing bit; the teasing hint of cleavage as the shirt fell against Marcia’s breasts. Felicity mewled softly as her eyes reached Marcia’s and she breathed out wantonly.
“Life in the Fast Lane” by the Eagles was filtering its way into the car through the radio and Marcia’s eyes sparkled as her hips began to move to the beat.
He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
Tilting her head, Marcia grinned coyly at Felicity, enjoying the torturous desire she was inflicting upon her blonde haired friend. Normally, it was Felicity doing the teasing and Marcia was thoroughly enjoying this change of pace. Undoing the button on her jeans, she bit her bottom lip chastely as the zipper purred downward and her fingers danced their way back up against her flesh. A whispered touch against her silken skin, Marcia’s fingers found their way passed her navel, dipping into her cleavage and pressing against the hollow of her throat.
She'd say, “Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red."
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind, mm
Are you with me so far?
Eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
Unable to help herself and knowing it would spur Marcia on that much more, Felicity’s own hand snaked down her dressed form and sank between her legs. Getting lost in silk and crinoline, Felicity growled impatiently and tore at the fabric with both hands. Marcia’s eyes widened and she laughed as the fragile dress ripped easily, her hand losing themselves in her fiery mane as her hips rolled and dipped to the music. With the skirt torn, Felicity’s fingers slid easily between flesh and fabric to dance against her throbbing clit.
They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
Watching Felicity’s hips lift against her own hand, Marcia’s gaze slowly raped across the blonde’s trembling body and she smiled sadistically. Holding her coworkers gaze, she pushed her jeans down around her knees then grinned naughtily and dragged her tongue along the length of her middle finger and suckled the very tip. Mirroring Felicity, she sank her hand between her thighs and leaned against her seat moaning softly as she toyed with herself. Her other hand busy at work pulling her shirt aside, freeing one arm and letting the fabric fall around her other hand. Her breasts, framed by lace, heaved with longing; her tongue, craving Felicity’s, swept along her bottom lip restlessly.
Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired
to fight about it
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Breathless and gasping, Felicity looked at Marcia imploringly; “Kiss me.” Her voice a husky whisper barely heard over the din of music playing in the background. Marcia groaned, not having the strength to deny her lover that simple request she pulled the lever to her right and her seat leveled with Felicity’s. Holding herself up with one hand, Marcia leaned over and lowered her mouth to press against Felicity’s. The women moaned simultaneously as their tongue touched, at first tentatively and then passionately. Sparring with each other hungrily, desperately running one against the other as lips mashed and groans caught in each other’s throats.
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane, uh huh
Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign, took a turn for the worse
They were a blur of red and blonde, of hips grinding and hands thrusting; they were a mêlée of writhing limbs and gasping breaths and just as they neared their respective peaks of pleasure, Marcia pulled away and grabbed Felicity’s hand. Her mouth swollen from Felicity’s kiss, her eyes glazed with uncompleted need, she intertwined their wet, sticky fingers together and brought them to her mouth. Felicity groaned with protest, her hips arching towards the emptiness between her legs, her eyes begging Marcia not to do this to her again. Marcia smiled tenderly, her tongue sweeping across the mélange of girl juices intermingling with each other, tasting herself in the same moment as she tasted Felicity. Pressing a sweet kiss to her lover’s hand and releasing it she kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of her pants and opened the car door.
...To Be Continued...
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