Rachel/Keith - The Consequences of Flirtation - 1/3 - NC-17 (obv.......... :))
anonymous
February 12 2009, 00:14:46 UTC
Sometimes, Keith crossed the line. It was easy to do with Rachel, to joke a little too much, to flirt a little too obviously. Usually, Rachel just blushed or shot him a dirty look and he knew to back off. But, sometimes, she got mad, especially when they'd been drinking.
Of course they'd be drinking that night. It had been a stressful week of breaking news and sudden lead changes, and Keith and Rachel were careening headlong into the weekend. That was probably why, when Keith made the idiot move of brushing against Rachel's breast while reaching for his drink, she slammed her hand down on his, overpaid the tab, and dragged him immediately out of the bar.
Keith thought that, maybe, she was just playing a particularly cruel joke on him, hailing them a cab, directing the driver to her place. All the while, she kept hissing terrible things into his ear. "Do you want to fuck me?", she asked, not accepting any of his answers, giggling when he became flustered, growling when he tried to defend himself. She made his head spin.
When they finally arrived at Rachel's apartment, she nearly carried Keith up the stairs, yanking him through the door and dragging him into her bedroom. She let him catch his breath and then ordered him to turn his back to her and take off all of his clothes.
When he wavered, Rachel flashed him an unexpected smile.
"Trust me," she said, crouching down to untie her shoes, "and do it."
What could he do but obey? Keith was drunk, anyway, and the worst he expected Rachel to do was to produce a camera or call all their friends over. He stripped, staring at the bare wall above her bed. He wanted to make a stupid comment about her decorating to try to gauge her mood, but he felt weirdly nervous about saying anything at all.
He stood, naked, with his back to her for what seem like hours. Finally, Rachel spoke, saying only, "Hands and knees, on the bed."
"Rachel...?" Keith started to turn around.
"Hands and knees, Olbermann. I am dead serious," except that he could hear a slight tinge of laughter in her voice. Her tone consoled him, and so, he crawled onto the bed, waiting.
Rachel came up quietly behind him. He jumped slightly at the touch of her fingers on his back.
"Hey, calm down," Rachel said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Now, tell me what you want."
Rachel/Keith - The Consequences of Flirtation - 2/3 - NC-17
anonymous
February 12 2009, 00:17:06 UTC
She placed the palms of her hands against his back, moving them in a slow arc over his shoulders. Then, she leaned against him with the heels of her palms, shifting her torso forward a little. Keith felt something hard and cool slip between his legs.
"What is..."
"Shh... no questions. Only I get to ask the questions." Rachel leaned against him, her skin warm against his ass.
"Okay," he sighed.
"What do you want, Keith?" She rolled her hips, making silicone slide across Keith's dick.
He sucked in air, "I don't know."
Rachel sat back, no more contact. Keith grunted, which made Rachel laugh.
"Well, Keith, you obviously wanted something."
"I was just flirting," he said, his voice picking up a slight whine. He wanted her body back. He wanted her skin. He even wanted what he figured was probably a dildo. He just wanted her touching him. Keith hung his head for a second, trying to clear his thoughts, "I like you. I like flirting with you."
Rachel leaned forward a little, though she kept her distance, reaching out with her fingers to lightly trace the lines of Keith's ass.
"Then what did you expect to get out of flirting?" She removed her hand, causing him to lean back after her.
"No." Rachel sat up, "Stay where you are."
Keith sighed, "Damn it Rachel. I didn't expect anything. I was just messing around."
"Okay," Rachel leaned into him again, "You weren't expecting anything. Tell me this instead: What would you want, if you could have it?"
Keith lost the ability to speak. Rachel's hand was between his legs, rubbing the silicone cock against him. He moaned, deep in his throat.
"Keith! Wake up!"
"Sorry. Fuck. What are you..."
"No questions, just answers." She ran a finger down his shaft, almost curiously.
"I wanted... shit..." he shuddered as she pinched the tip of his dick, chuckling to herself.
"Fuck, Rachel, I wanted you. I want you right now."
Rachel leaned away again, laughing softly. Keith curled his hands into fists, willing himself not to move.
"Good," Rachel said, though Keith wasn't sure if she was responding to his words, his lack of motion, or both.
"Now, when you say you wanted me, did you mean that you wanted to fuck me, or that you wanted me to fuck you?"
Keith swallowed, "Either, anything. I just wanted you."
Rachel didn't respond. Keith could hear that she was doing something, but he wasn't sure what.
She came forward again, with warm, damp fingers. She ran them up between his legs, and then retraced the motion with her slick plastic cock. Keith moaned, suddenly realizing what was about to happen, but he did not protest.
"Now, Keith, she said slowly, her fingers exploring the base of his dick, "I want to make one thing clear, okay?"
Keith had clenched his eyes shut. He opened them slowly, "Okay."
Rachel laughed, "All right. This is pretty simple." Her fingers disappeared for a second, returned warmer, more damp. She wrapped her fingers around his dick, but held her hand still, "I don't care if you want to come on to me, flirt, whatever. You just need to be aware of two things. Okay?"
"Okay."
Rachel let go, shifting her weight.
"First, you need to be sure of exactly what you want."
"Okay," Keith said, though he would be lying if he said he wouldn't accept anything that she would give him.
"Second, you need to realize what you are getting yourself into."
Keith felt the silicone against his ass. It was hard and slick--hopefully slick enough. Rachel grasped his hips, digging in with her nails. He shuddered under the pressure.
Rachel/Keith - The Consequences of Flirtation - 3/3 - NC-17
anonymous
February 12 2009, 00:28:35 UTC
Then, in one slow push, she was inside him.
Fuck. Just. Fuck.
Keith more groaned than moaned as deep current of both pleasure and pain ran through him. Rachel laughed huskily, dragging her nails down his back.
"Do you like it?" She thrust hard, just once, hitting him deep inside.
He whimpered.
"Do you?" he could hear the cruel smile in her voice. She moved her hips again, slowly, sliding in and out.
"Yes," he choked.
"Do you want me to keep doing this?" Rachel ran her fingers down his back again, this time gently, no nails.
"Yes," he said, more steadily.
Rachel began rocking back and forth, but only slightly, so Keith could just barely feel the movement inside of him. He clutched the bedspread, trying not to move back against her, afraid she might stop. It was driving him crazy. He let out another whimper.
Rachel stilled.
"Damn it," he hissed.
"What's wrong, Keith?" Rachel ran her fingers down his thigh, "What do you want?"
"I want you."
"You want me what?"
Keith steadied himself, "I want you to fuck me."
Rachel started her slow rock again, dipping deeper this time, "Isn't that what you always wanted?"
Keith moaned.
"Hmm?" She sped up a little, her hands back on his hips, "You didn't want to fuck me?"
Keith gaped, "No, I wanted you to fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, fuck yes."
"You won't forget and try to fuck me later when I'm not expecting it?" Rachel slowed again, causing Keith to moan and buck impatiently.
"No. Goddamn it Rachel, please, just fuck me. I won't mess with you when we're drinking any more. Just, please."
It was so quiet Keith swore he could hear her smile, "Oh, you can flirt with me all you want. You just need to remember who is in charge."
"Okay?" She asked.
"Okay," Keith answered.
Her hands clinging to his hips for leverage, Rachel thrust furiously inside him. He bucked and moaned, matching her pace with his hips.
"Fuck," he had never felt anything so... "Fuck!" Rachel kept rocking harder and harder, hitting deeper and deeper inside of him. He didn't know if he could even take too much more of it.
He almost cried out for her to stop.
Then, Rachel dug her nails into his hips again, leaning back slightly, fucking him as deeply as she could.
That last, deep push tossed him completely over edge. He thought he might collapse, but, he held himself up on his elbows, muttering a string of profanities as he came.
Rachel laughed again, a nicer, less dangerous laugh, and pulled out of him, slowly, gently. Keith fell, sprawling face down on the bed. Quickly divesting herself of the strap-on, Rachel joined him, curling against his back, kissing his shoulders.
"Hi," she said, softly.
"Um, hello," Keith answered, suddenly blushing. He turned so pink, Rachel could see it on his neck.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing." Keith turned to her. "It's just, shit, Rachel, I can't believe--"
Rachel cut him off with her mouth. His eyes widened, but her lips were soft, and he quickly kissed her back.
"So," she said, a few minutes later, "Do you want to fuck me now?"
"Is this a trick question?"
"No," she said. She stretched out on her back, taking one of his hands in hers, "Let me show you."
Re: Rachel/Keith - The Consequences of Flirtation - 3/3 - NC-17
anonymous
February 12 2009, 00:36:23 UTC
insert here, then, a keyboard smash that translates into OMGDEADOFHOT. guh.
can i tell you, though, my favorite part? this, right here: "Hi," she said, softly. that sudden transformation from dom!rachel to sweet, normal rachel -- i repeat, guh.
in conclusion, rachel needs to fuck keith in the ass more often. holy god. <33
Re: Rachel/Keith - The Consequences of Flirtation - 3/3 - NC-17
anonymous
February 12 2009, 01:50:12 UTC
HOLY HELL THIS IS HOT.
(Um, sorry. I'm better now.)
Between this -- It was so quiet Keith swore he could hear her smile -- and Keith *blushing*, this is the sweetest superhot thing I've read in a long, long time.
OP IS DEAD WITH THE HAPPY x_x <3
anonymous
February 12 2009, 15:05:37 UTC
This is utterly fabulous and perfect, thank you sooooo much! Keith and Rachel's voices are perfect, especially Rachel - the perfect mix of "STFU AND DO WHAT I SAY" and adorable cuteness. I love Keith's confusion and quick obedience, so delicous... Oh yeah, blah blah excellent writing, HAWT HAWT PORN. ::ahem::
Of course they'd be drinking that night. It had been a stressful week of breaking news and sudden lead changes, and Keith and Rachel were careening headlong into the weekend. That was probably why, when Keith made the idiot move of brushing against Rachel's breast while reaching for his drink, she slammed her hand down on his, overpaid the tab, and dragged him immediately out of the bar.
Keith thought that, maybe, she was just playing a particularly cruel joke on him, hailing them a cab, directing the driver to her place. All the while, she kept hissing terrible things into his ear. "Do you want to fuck me?", she asked, not accepting any of his answers, giggling when he became flustered, growling when he tried to defend himself. She made his head spin.
When they finally arrived at Rachel's apartment, she nearly carried Keith up the stairs, yanking him through the door and dragging him into her bedroom. She let him catch his breath and then ordered him to turn his back to her and take off all of his clothes.
When he wavered, Rachel flashed him an unexpected smile.
"Trust me," she said, crouching down to untie her shoes, "and do it."
What could he do but obey? Keith was drunk, anyway, and the worst he expected Rachel to do was to produce a camera or call all their friends over. He stripped, staring at the bare wall above her bed. He wanted to make a stupid comment about her decorating to try to gauge her mood, but he felt weirdly nervous about saying anything at all.
He stood, naked, with his back to her for what seem like hours. Finally, Rachel spoke, saying only, "Hands and knees, on the bed."
"Rachel...?" Keith started to turn around.
"Hands and knees, Olbermann. I am dead serious," except that he could hear a slight tinge of laughter in her voice. Her tone consoled him, and so, he crawled onto the bed, waiting.
Rachel came up quietly behind him. He jumped slightly at the touch of her fingers on his back.
"Hey, calm down," Rachel said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Now, tell me what you want."
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"What is..."
"Shh... no questions. Only I get to ask the questions." Rachel leaned against him, her skin warm against his ass.
"Okay," he sighed.
"What do you want, Keith?" She rolled her hips, making silicone slide across Keith's dick.
He sucked in air, "I don't know."
Rachel sat back, no more contact. Keith grunted, which made Rachel laugh.
"Well, Keith, you obviously wanted something."
"I was just flirting," he said, his voice picking up a slight whine. He wanted her body back. He wanted her skin. He even wanted what he figured was probably a dildo. He just wanted her touching him. Keith hung his head for a second, trying to clear his thoughts, "I like you. I like flirting with you."
Rachel leaned forward a little, though she kept her distance, reaching out with her fingers to lightly trace the lines of Keith's ass.
"Then what did you expect to get out of flirting?" She removed her hand, causing him to lean back after her.
"No." Rachel sat up, "Stay where you are."
Keith sighed, "Damn it Rachel. I didn't expect anything. I was just messing around."
"Okay," Rachel leaned into him again, "You weren't expecting anything. Tell me this instead: What would you want, if you could have it?"
Keith lost the ability to speak. Rachel's hand was between his legs, rubbing the silicone cock against him. He moaned, deep in his throat.
"Keith! Wake up!"
"Sorry. Fuck. What are you..."
"No questions, just answers." She ran a finger down his shaft, almost curiously.
"I wanted... shit..." he shuddered as she pinched the tip of his dick, chuckling to herself.
"Fuck, Rachel, I wanted you. I want you right now."
Rachel leaned away again, laughing softly. Keith curled his hands into fists, willing himself not to move.
"Good," Rachel said, though Keith wasn't sure if she was responding to his words, his lack of motion, or both.
"Now, when you say you wanted me, did you mean that you wanted to fuck me, or that you wanted me to fuck you?"
Keith swallowed, "Either, anything. I just wanted you."
Rachel didn't respond. Keith could hear that she was doing something, but he wasn't sure what.
She came forward again, with warm, damp fingers. She ran them up between his legs, and then retraced the motion with her slick plastic cock. Keith moaned, suddenly realizing what was about to happen, but he did not protest.
"Now, Keith, she said slowly, her fingers exploring the base of his dick, "I want to make one thing clear, okay?"
Keith had clenched his eyes shut. He opened them slowly, "Okay."
"Good," Rachel hummed softly, fingering Keith's balls, apparently amused by them, "You listening?"
"Trying to."
Rachel laughed, "All right. This is pretty simple." Her fingers disappeared for a second, returned warmer, more damp. She wrapped her fingers around his dick, but held her hand still, "I don't care if you want to come on to me, flirt, whatever. You just need to be aware of two things. Okay?"
"Okay."
Rachel let go, shifting her weight.
"First, you need to be sure of exactly what you want."
"Okay," Keith said, though he would be lying if he said he wouldn't accept anything that she would give him.
"Second, you need to realize what you are getting yourself into."
Keith felt the silicone against his ass. It was hard and slick--hopefully slick enough. Rachel grasped his hips, digging in with her nails. He shuddered under the pressure.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
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Fuck.
Just.
Fuck.
Keith more groaned than moaned as deep current of both pleasure and pain ran through him. Rachel laughed huskily, dragging her nails down his back.
"Do you like it?" She thrust hard, just once, hitting him deep inside.
He whimpered.
"Do you?" he could hear the cruel smile in her voice. She moved her hips again, slowly, sliding in and out.
"Yes," he choked.
"Do you want me to keep doing this?" Rachel ran her fingers down his back again, this time gently, no nails.
"Yes," he said, more steadily.
Rachel began rocking back and forth, but only slightly, so Keith could just barely feel the movement inside of him. He clutched the bedspread, trying not to move back against her, afraid she might stop. It was driving him crazy. He let out another whimper.
Rachel stilled.
"Damn it," he hissed.
"What's wrong, Keith?" Rachel ran her fingers down his thigh, "What do you want?"
"I want you."
"You want me what?"
Keith steadied himself, "I want you to fuck me."
Rachel started her slow rock again, dipping deeper this time, "Isn't that what you always wanted?"
Keith moaned.
"Hmm?" She sped up a little, her hands back on his hips, "You didn't want to fuck me?"
Keith gaped, "No, I wanted you to fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, fuck yes."
"You won't forget and try to fuck me later when I'm not expecting it?" Rachel slowed again, causing Keith to moan and buck impatiently.
"No. Goddamn it Rachel, please, just fuck me. I won't mess with you when we're drinking any more. Just, please."
It was so quiet Keith swore he could hear her smile, "Oh, you can flirt with me all you want. You just need to remember who is in charge."
"Okay?" She asked.
"Okay," Keith answered.
Her hands clinging to his hips for leverage, Rachel thrust furiously inside him. He bucked and moaned, matching her pace with his hips.
"Fuck," he had never felt anything so... "Fuck!" Rachel kept rocking harder and harder, hitting deeper and deeper inside of him. He didn't know if he could even take too much more of it.
He almost cried out for her to stop.
Then, Rachel dug her nails into his hips again, leaning back slightly, fucking him as deeply as she could.
That last, deep push tossed him completely over edge. He thought he might collapse, but, he held himself up on his elbows, muttering a string of profanities as he came.
Rachel laughed again, a nicer, less dangerous laugh, and pulled out of him, slowly, gently. Keith fell, sprawling face down on the bed. Quickly divesting herself of the strap-on, Rachel joined him, curling against his back, kissing his shoulders.
"Hi," she said, softly.
"Um, hello," Keith answered, suddenly blushing. He turned so pink, Rachel could see it on his neck.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing." Keith turned to her. "It's just, shit, Rachel, I can't believe--"
Rachel cut him off with her mouth. His eyes widened, but her lips were soft, and he quickly kissed her back.
"So," she said, a few minutes later, "Do you want to fuck me now?"
"Is this a trick question?"
"No," she said. She stretched out on her back, taking one of his hands in hers, "Let me show you."
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can i tell you, though, my favorite part? this, right here: "Hi," she said, softly. that sudden transformation from dom!rachel to sweet, normal rachel -- i repeat, guh.
in conclusion, rachel needs to fuck keith in the ass more often. holy god. <33
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Glad you enjoyed. :D
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*Guh*
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Holy hotness.
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O.o
o.O
O.O
FUCK.
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(Um, sorry. I'm better now.)
Between this -- It was so quiet Keith swore he could hear her smile -- and Keith *blushing*, this is the sweetest superhot thing I've read in a long, long time.
♥ ♥ ♥
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o.O THANK YOU XDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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