Rain, Rain, Time to Play 2/?
anonymous
August 25 2011, 22:36:06 UTC
“If they are looking, let them,” she whispered. “They’ll get tired of it.”
He nodded, slowly. She leaned in, cupping his chin, and captured him in a kiss. She kissed him slowly, one hand caressing his thigh for a moment before going on to hold his face with both hands. One of his hands had placed themselves on her waist and travelled up and up until he was touching her hair and her chest. She moaned into his mouth.
“Going with it, huh?” she asked, breathlessly when they pulled away.
“Maybe my body combined with your hat,” Buzz began. He pulled the hat off her lap and set it on her head (as it impeded his ability to be closer to her). “Will shield us from them seeing anything.”
“Shh, Buzz,” Jessie said. “Stop worrying. If they want to see us proving our love for each other, let them.”
“I do feel a lot desire for you right now,” Buzz whispered.
“Just go with that, Buzz,” she whispered with a smile.
Kissing her, he pulled her closer, and she moved with him until she knelt in front of him, her arms around his head. Pulling away from the kiss, she looked into his eyes as his hands caressed her, one hand touching her face, and the other touching her back, going down, making contact with her pull-string ring for a brief moment (he enjoyed the fact that made her eyes widen and bite her lip), touching her belt, going back around so that he touched her belt buckle, and then went downwards. One of his fingers made contact with the seam just below her belt buckle, and he rubbed it, up and down going slowly.
When he pressed his hand against her groin and squeezed, she grabbed onto his shoulder (well, the area where his helmet was stored), and moaned throatily, “Buzz.” She bucked into his hand and leaned into him, her yarn hair touching him on his face. He kissed her shoulder softly, trailing along to her neck. She turned her head to allow him access. He stroked her seam and held onto her groin, loving, enjoying how much she reacted to his touch. She gave a groan of his name again.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, heavily. She bucked into his hand again.
Through her moans and whimpers, she managed to make eye contact with Buzz before leaning in and kissed him heavily, moaning into his mouth, as he stroked her seam again before holding onto her hips.
He leaned into her body, nuzzling her chest, enjoying the fact that her white button rubbed against his nose and her hair danced on his face.
“Jessie,” he whispered.
“Oh. Going with it, huh,” Jessie whispered, a pleasurable sigh being emitted from her.
He leaned into her a little more, pushing her onto her back, and she made contact with slightly wet grass not far from the base of the trunk they were situated.
Not putting all of his weight on her, he straddled her. As he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed forward and kissed him as hard as she could pushing him off his feet and against the tree again, straddling him instead.
She kissed his neck furiously and caressed his chest.
“You disagree with making love in the grass?” Buzz asked.
“When it’s raining, yes,” Jessie whispered. And she kissed him on his face and chin, going down to his chest and kissed the Star Command sticker and then his name tag.
He gasped when she kissed his big red button.
“My wings,” Buzz gasped out.
“You want ‘em out?” she whispered, pulling herself up so that she looked in his eyes.
He nodded.
She leaned into kiss him hard and pressed down on his wing button and they erupted from his jetpack. And as she kissed him, she rubbed on his wings, her chest pressing against his. His hand had tightened against her and he grunted when she pulled away from his mouth.
He produced a great moan of “Jessie” when she squeezed the light bulb at the end of his wings, and bucked upwards, making contact with her cloth body. She moaned, and he gently caressed her shoulder and chest, kissing her shoulder and holding her close to him, one hand firmly on her thigh, rubbing it and occasionally moving up to her groin seam.
Hearing her moans, sighs, heavy breaths, and gasps of his name as well as seeing her face contort in pleasure encouraged the Space Ranger toy to keep going. And his own moans and sighs and facial reactions made her keep rubbing his wings.
Rain, Rain, Time to Play 3/4
anonymous
August 25 2011, 22:38:11 UTC
“Does that feel good?” Jessie asked. When he gave a moan and held tight on her. “Oh it does?”
“So, uh,” Buzz prefaced. Jessie paused from her actions and looked at him with a smile.
“I don’t care if they’re watching us,” Jessie said. “I just want to be with you.”
“No, not was I was goin’ to say, Jess,” Buzz said.
She tilted her head.
“Are we going to make love outside?” Buzz asked. “I know you didn’t want to be in the grass…”
She pulled out her pull-string and held on to it in front of Buzz before placing it in his hand.
“Just go with it, Buzz,” Jessie said.
“You say that frequently,” Buzz whispered.
“Shut up, Buzz,” Jessie whispered before capturing his lips in a kiss.
She gasped as he stroked her ring, bucking against him and holding onto his wings.
“I want you,” Buzz whispered hungrily. His other hand held onto her lower back.
Buzz kissed her and as he did this, attempted to turn them, but his wings got in the way.
“This is fine,” Buzz murmured, thrusting upwards.
“Are you worried water will pour out me if we go for Space Ranger position,” Jessie whispered, kissing his ear.
“I know: go with it, but yes,” Buzz said. He then lowered his voice, whispering into her ear, “Plus, an impressive wingspan can restrict my movement.”
He enjoyed the fact that made her shiver a little in his arms and he knew she wasn’t cold.
Jessie sighed with exasperation, making sure he noticed her rolling her eyes at him and shook her head at him. Then she pressed the button to retract the wings and together, they turned so that she sat-lay against the trunk of the tree, and he was on top of her. And then she pressed his wing button again, grinning excitedly.
“See how easy that was?” Jessie whispered.
“Somehow, somewhere I feel like I’m being laughed at by Hamm and Buttercup,” Buzz whispered.
“And?” Jessie said. And she touched his groin, and he groaned, pressing himself closer to her.
“Never mind, I don’t care about that,” Buzz whispered his voice heavy with arousal.
“Oh,” Jessie said, throwing her head back as he pressed his hand against her groin.
“Move your legs,” Buzz murmured, before kissing her, and wrapping her in his arms.
He felt her grab onto his waist and a wing, and she wrapped her legs around his legs.
“Yes, yes,” Buzz murmured against her mouth as he pressed against her, firmly but gently.
She felt one of his hands grab onto her pull-string and tug slowly. She sighed, bucking against him, making him groan pleasurably into her mouth as he kissed her again, and enjoying the fact that he rubbed her pull-string, causing her to moan into his mouth.
He thrust against her, and he reveled in the sound of the squish of her wet stuffing and being as close to her as he was.
The hand not holding onto her pull-string caressed her or held onto her and she had chosen to move her hand from waist to helmet, tugging against him, as if to bring him closer, and she continued to hold onto his wings, either rubbing on them or holding on them.
The fall of the rain around them was completely ignored by the couple as they focused on pressing close to each other, kissing, and moaning.
“You’re so wet,” Buzz noted, as he placed his head against her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her yarn hair touching his face.
And he just had to say it in a lusty tone, which Jessie noted and produced a moan of his name and a squeeze of his wings. And more gasps and moans when he stroked the string before, which she enjoyed.
Especially since he intensely looked into her eyes as he pushed against her, tugging and rubbing on the pull-string, and she pressed her chest against him, her back arching.
“Buzz,” Jessie murmured, meeting him with every thrust and pull with bucks and caresses of her own.
When he put her pull-string ring in his mouth and sucked on it as he thrust against her, she wrapped her arms around his head and held onto him.
He felt her buck against him harder and took that as a cue to thrust against her harder.
Rain, Rain, Time to Play 4/4
anonymous
August 25 2011, 22:39:04 UTC
“Ohh,” Jessie moaned, holding onto his helmet, her forehead touching his forehead. He sucked on her pull-string, and she reached forward and took it in her teeth, not biting down but he loved the fact that she stared right into his eyes, and even though she could not really grin or smile perfectly with the ring, she clearly had a smile in her eyes.
He could not help but kiss her on her face, in particular on the side of her mouth, her chin, and try to take the pull-string ring from her, by putting it back in his own mouth. She still had that grin on her face and he loved it. He continued pressing hard against her, groaning “Jessie.”
He continued to thrust against her, and stare into her eyes, ignoring the voice in his head that said there was a distinct possibility that his friends were watching every thrust from the window, because honestly that didn’t matter, as he was with her and staring into her eyes.
She made him laugh a bit, and stop his thrusts when she let her pull-string ring go and let it retract because she had a grin for a short time until it clearly had reached her back when she arched her back and moaned.
“Buzz, stop laughing,” Jessie murmured after he chuckled for about ten seconds. When he didn’t right away, she simply put her mouth over his mouth and kissed him, bucking hard against him.
This made him groan more and it started him thrusting against her again.
“Keep going!” she moaned out. “Oh, oh!”
He did, holding onto her as tight as he could, his arms wrapped around her, kissing her and looking into her eyes, as they made love.
She surprised him by pressing his wing button retracting his wings as she moaned loudly and the hand pressed hard against it. He noticed because it made him thrust a little harder, but didn’t care. He was so close and he knew she was close: he was moaning and sighing, and she was moaning and whispering his name, it just seemed silly to recognize the wings at this moment. He just wanted to achieve orgasm with her- whether his wings were out or if other toys watched from the window was completely irrelevant at the moment.
And he got his wish.
Feeling like his circuitry was overloading, he gave a great moan and at the same time, she arched her back into him, shuddering and moaning.
Trembling, he placed his forehead against her own and she softly kissed him.
“You okay?” Jessie whispered.
“Yes,” Buzz murmured.
Holding each other, they watched the rain continue for another ten minutes until it slowly ebbed.
A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous as to if the toys watched them from the window. Though I wouldn’t be adverse to writing something about that.
Re: Rain, Rain, Time to Play 4/4
anonymous
September 1 2011, 00:36:41 UTC
OP HERE!
Loved it! I was starting to think that this would be one of those prompts that never gets filled. Thank you so much for filling. I especially love how Buzz thought the others were watching! I would love to find out what their reactions would be to it all. :P
He nodded, slowly. She leaned in, cupping his chin, and captured him in a kiss. She kissed him slowly, one hand caressing his thigh for a moment before going on to hold his face with both hands. One of his hands had placed themselves on her waist and travelled up and up until he was touching her hair and her chest. She moaned into his mouth.
“Going with it, huh?” she asked, breathlessly when they pulled away.
“Maybe my body combined with your hat,” Buzz began. He pulled the hat off her lap and set it on her head (as it impeded his ability to be closer to her). “Will shield us from them seeing anything.”
“Shh, Buzz,” Jessie said. “Stop worrying. If they want to see us proving our love for each other, let them.”
“I do feel a lot desire for you right now,” Buzz whispered.
“Just go with that, Buzz,” she whispered with a smile.
Kissing her, he pulled her closer, and she moved with him until she knelt in front of him, her arms around his head. Pulling away from the kiss, she looked into his eyes as his hands caressed her, one hand touching her face, and the other touching her back, going down, making contact with her pull-string ring for a brief moment (he enjoyed the fact that made her eyes widen and bite her lip), touching her belt, going back around so that he touched her belt buckle, and then went downwards. One of his fingers made contact with the seam just below her belt buckle, and he rubbed it, up and down going slowly.
When he pressed his hand against her groin and squeezed, she grabbed onto his shoulder (well, the area where his helmet was stored), and moaned throatily, “Buzz.” She bucked into his hand and leaned into him, her yarn hair touching him on his face. He kissed her shoulder softly, trailing along to her neck. She turned her head to allow him access. He stroked her seam and held onto her groin, loving, enjoying how much she reacted to his touch. She gave a groan of his name again.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, heavily. She bucked into his hand again.
Through her moans and whimpers, she managed to make eye contact with Buzz before leaning in and kissed him heavily, moaning into his mouth, as he stroked her seam again before holding onto her hips.
He leaned into her body, nuzzling her chest, enjoying the fact that her white button rubbed against his nose and her hair danced on his face.
“Jessie,” he whispered.
“Oh. Going with it, huh,” Jessie whispered, a pleasurable sigh being emitted from her.
He leaned into her a little more, pushing her onto her back, and she made contact with slightly wet grass not far from the base of the trunk they were situated.
Not putting all of his weight on her, he straddled her. As he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed forward and kissed him as hard as she could pushing him off his feet and against the tree again, straddling him instead.
She kissed his neck furiously and caressed his chest.
“You disagree with making love in the grass?” Buzz asked.
“When it’s raining, yes,” Jessie whispered. And she kissed him on his face and chin, going down to his chest and kissed the Star Command sticker and then his name tag.
He gasped when she kissed his big red button.
“My wings,” Buzz gasped out.
“You want ‘em out?” she whispered, pulling herself up so that she looked in his eyes.
He nodded.
She leaned into kiss him hard and pressed down on his wing button and they erupted from his jetpack. And as she kissed him, she rubbed on his wings, her chest pressing against his. His hand had tightened against her and he grunted when she pulled away from his mouth.
He produced a great moan of “Jessie” when she squeezed the light bulb at the end of his wings, and bucked upwards, making contact with her cloth body. She moaned, and he gently caressed her shoulder and chest, kissing her shoulder and holding her close to him, one hand firmly on her thigh, rubbing it and occasionally moving up to her groin seam.
Hearing her moans, sighs, heavy breaths, and gasps of his name as well as seeing her face contort in pleasure encouraged the Space Ranger toy to keep going. And his own moans and sighs and facial reactions made her keep rubbing his wings.
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“So, uh,” Buzz prefaced. Jessie paused from her actions and looked at him with a smile.
“I don’t care if they’re watching us,” Jessie said. “I just want to be with you.”
“No, not was I was goin’ to say, Jess,” Buzz said.
She tilted her head.
“Are we going to make love outside?” Buzz asked. “I know you didn’t want to be in the grass…”
She pulled out her pull-string and held on to it in front of Buzz before placing it in his hand.
“Just go with it, Buzz,” Jessie said.
“You say that frequently,” Buzz whispered.
“Shut up, Buzz,” Jessie whispered before capturing his lips in a kiss.
She gasped as he stroked her ring, bucking against him and holding onto his wings.
“I want you,” Buzz whispered hungrily. His other hand held onto her lower back.
Buzz kissed her and as he did this, attempted to turn them, but his wings got in the way.
“This is fine,” Buzz murmured, thrusting upwards.
“Are you worried water will pour out me if we go for Space Ranger position,” Jessie whispered, kissing his ear.
“I know: go with it, but yes,” Buzz said. He then lowered his voice, whispering into her ear, “Plus, an impressive wingspan can restrict my movement.”
He enjoyed the fact that made her shiver a little in his arms and he knew she wasn’t cold.
Jessie sighed with exasperation, making sure he noticed her rolling her eyes at him and shook her head at him. Then she pressed the button to retract the wings and together, they turned so that she sat-lay against the trunk of the tree, and he was on top of her. And then she pressed his wing button again, grinning excitedly.
“See how easy that was?” Jessie whispered.
“Somehow, somewhere I feel like I’m being laughed at by Hamm and Buttercup,” Buzz whispered.
“And?” Jessie said. And she touched his groin, and he groaned, pressing himself closer to her.
“Never mind, I don’t care about that,” Buzz whispered his voice heavy with arousal.
“Oh,” Jessie said, throwing her head back as he pressed his hand against her groin.
“Move your legs,” Buzz murmured, before kissing her, and wrapping her in his arms.
He felt her grab onto his waist and a wing, and she wrapped her legs around his legs.
“Yes, yes,” Buzz murmured against her mouth as he pressed against her, firmly but gently.
She felt one of his hands grab onto her pull-string and tug slowly. She sighed, bucking against him, making him groan pleasurably into her mouth as he kissed her again, and enjoying the fact that he rubbed her pull-string, causing her to moan into his mouth.
He thrust against her, and he reveled in the sound of the squish of her wet stuffing and being as close to her as he was.
The hand not holding onto her pull-string caressed her or held onto her and she had chosen to move her hand from waist to helmet, tugging against him, as if to bring him closer, and she continued to hold onto his wings, either rubbing on them or holding on them.
The fall of the rain around them was completely ignored by the couple as they focused on pressing close to each other, kissing, and moaning.
“You’re so wet,” Buzz noted, as he placed his head against her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her yarn hair touching his face.
And he just had to say it in a lusty tone, which Jessie noted and produced a moan of his name and a squeeze of his wings. And more gasps and moans when he stroked the string before, which she enjoyed.
Especially since he intensely looked into her eyes as he pushed against her, tugging and rubbing on the pull-string, and she pressed her chest against him, her back arching.
“Buzz,” Jessie murmured, meeting him with every thrust and pull with bucks and caresses of her own.
When he put her pull-string ring in his mouth and sucked on it as he thrust against her, she wrapped her arms around his head and held onto him.
He felt her buck against him harder and took that as a cue to thrust against her harder.
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He could not help but kiss her on her face, in particular on the side of her mouth, her chin, and try to take the pull-string ring from her, by putting it back in his own mouth. She still had that grin on her face and he loved it. He continued pressing hard against her, groaning “Jessie.”
He continued to thrust against her, and stare into her eyes, ignoring the voice in his head that said there was a distinct possibility that his friends were watching every thrust from the window, because honestly that didn’t matter, as he was with her and staring into her eyes.
She made him laugh a bit, and stop his thrusts when she let her pull-string ring go and let it retract because she had a grin for a short time until it clearly had reached her back when she arched her back and moaned.
“Buzz, stop laughing,” Jessie murmured after he chuckled for about ten seconds. When he didn’t right away, she simply put her mouth over his mouth and kissed him, bucking hard against him.
This made him groan more and it started him thrusting against her again.
“Keep going!” she moaned out. “Oh, oh!”
He did, holding onto her as tight as he could, his arms wrapped around her, kissing her and looking into her eyes, as they made love.
She surprised him by pressing his wing button retracting his wings as she moaned loudly and the hand pressed hard against it. He noticed because it made him thrust a little harder, but didn’t care. He was so close and he knew she was close: he was moaning and sighing, and she was moaning and whispering his name, it just seemed silly to recognize the wings at this moment. He just wanted to achieve orgasm with her- whether his wings were out or if other toys watched from the window was completely irrelevant at the moment.
And he got his wish.
Feeling like his circuitry was overloading, he gave a great moan and at the same time, she arched her back into him, shuddering and moaning.
Trembling, he placed his forehead against her own and she softly kissed him.
“You okay?” Jessie whispered.
“Yes,” Buzz murmured.
Holding each other, they watched the rain continue for another ten minutes until it slowly ebbed.
A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous as to if the toys watched them from the window. Though I wouldn’t be adverse to writing something about that.
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Loved it! I was starting to think that this would be one of those prompts that never gets filled. Thank you so much for filling. I especially love how Buzz thought the others were watching! I would love to find out what their reactions would be to it all. :P
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