Fic: Hula Hoops
Before you get any further, I'm just going to warn off any of the people who've started to get to know me in the H/D fandom (unlikely as that is!)
This isn't H/D! It's RPF, and it's femslash. If any of that bothers you, I'd really rather you didn't read it, and refrained from judging me! Of course, if you'd like to read it, that's great too.
(I've edited this to include the second half, so it's now the whole fic. Please note rating change.)
Title: Hula Hoops
Pairing: Chenzel
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2300
Disclaimer: These are real people. This is fiction. No disrespect is intended. I don't own them, and I don't own Hula Hoops either.
‘Idina, honey, do you think you could move a tiny bit quicker? You know how much it sucks getting stuck at Immigration.’
Idina nodded, and lengthened her steps. Seasoned travellers, she and Kristin were both anxious to take advantage of leaving the plane ahead of the coach passengers, and not get caught in the queues. They were both too tired for conversation, however, having not gotten much sleep on the flight. Really, should small children be allowed to fly Club? Kristin pushed her thoughts aside in favour of getting Idina to the airport hotel before she got too cranky, as was her wont when tired.
*
Kristin woke early the next morning. Rolling over in the crisp white hotel sheets, she saw that Idina was still sleeping, arms flung above her head and dark hair scattered across the pillow. She grinned, picturing a morning spent luxuriously in bed, probably involving room service breakfast, before taking the Heathrow Express to London.
Her stomach rumbled. Hmm. Not much point ordering breakfast before Dee woke up. Of course, Kristin realised. England. Home to some of the strangest snack foods known to man. Having only eaten airline food the night before she was starving, and chips and chocolate seemed to fit the bill exactly.
Idina murmured and turned as she rolled out of bed. ‘Ssh, hon, I’ll be back in a few. Go back to sleep for a bit.’
Kristin fished in her flight bag for her purse of UK change. Wrapping a hotel robe around her she grabbed a key card from the dresser and padded out of the room. Half way to the lift she realised how odd she must look. Over-long robe dangling around her feet, hitched up with her free hand, bed hair, yesterday’s make up and bare feet. Pull yourself together, Chenoweth. Who cares what you look like?
Self-confidence notwithstanding, the bellboy did give her a somewhat confused look as she crossed the lobby towards the vending machine, and a much more perturbed one as she returned, arms full of that peculiarly English snack food. ‘Ma’am? We can have breakfast served in your room, if you’d like?’
He must think I’m crazy, Kristin realised, smiling at him reassuringly. ‘It’s ok. My wife’s still asleep, and I had a bit of a craving.’ Or pregnant, she added as an afterthought.
*
Idina roused herself at the sound of scrabblings the other side of their hotel room door. Cleaning staff? Stalker? Small stray dog? Maddie, magically transported from the other side of the Atlantic? No, Maddie would be yapping. ‘Hello?’ she called, even as she realised that a dog wouldn’t be answering any time soon, and if it was a stalker, she didn’t really want an answer.
‘It’s me! I’m having - some issues - with the key,’ Kristin’s voice came from the other side of the door. A couple of seconds later Idina heard a couple of small thuds. ‘Oh!’ Kristin sounded vaguely amused, as well as vexed, so Idina decided rescue wasn’t necessary. The door clicked, and Kristin stumbled into the room, arms overflowing with candy.
‘Kris? What the…’
‘I was hungry.’ Kristin sounded a little defensive, but her eyes were smiling. She could maybe take a bit of teasing this morning, then. Idina watched as Kristin dumped the armful in the centre of their bed and stripped off the farcically large robe. There was a crackle of wrappers as Kristin pulled back the sheets and climbed in.
Idina watched as Kristin pawed through the heap and prepared to pounce on an unsuspecting Cadbury’s, or something.
‘Hold it, hold it.’ Idina stroked the hair back from Kristin’s face and halted her hands in their scrabble.
‘What?’
‘This is breakfast? Seriously? You bought snack food for breakfast? And enough snack food to feed, say, Pennsylvania?’
Kristin looked slightly alarmed, Idina thought. A little rabbit in headlights-ish. ‘Um, well I was kind of hungry when I woke up. You know how much I hate that aeroplane food. And you were still asleep. We can order breakfast now, if you want?’
Idina grinned at her expression. Honestly, she looked as if Idina was about to bite her head off. Then she remembered the previous evening, when she’d been so tired she had in fact bitten Kristin’s head off when it’d been gently suggested that she might like to undress before going to sleep.
‘Really, who needs breakfast when you’ve got chips?’ Idina pulled herself up off the pillows to snag a small red packet. Pulling it open she offered it to Kristin. Kristin inserted her thumb and first finger into the bag, a mischievous smile beginning to chase across her face. She emerged with a small yellow ring on the tip of her first finger.
‘What are these?’
Idina checked the packet. ‘Hula Hoops, apparently.’ Before Kristin could make any further remarks, she leaned over and gently removed the Hula Hoop from Kristin’s finger with her teeth.
‘Oh, it’s like that is it, Menzel? We’re enjoying snack food for breakfast now?’ Kristin took the packet from Idina and arrayed five Hula Hoops on the fingers of one hand. She turned to her wife, a beautiful, broad smile now clear on her face. Disregarding the pile of food on the bed, she pulled back the covers to disclose Idina’s naked body, pyjamas having been one step too far, on top of getting undressed.
Kristin scooted across and swung one leg across Idina so that she was sitting atop her hips in her sleep shorts and vest. Leaning forward, she offered her hand, complete with decorations.
Idina leaned forward, eyes gleaming. She stopped, her mouth an inch from Kristin’s thumb.
‘How many packets of these did you buy?’
Kristin’s smile became wider, and just a shade feral. ‘Don’t worry, I think there’re enough here to last us as long as you can go.’ She pushed her cotton-clad hips down onto Idina, letting her know that she did indeed intend to be there for a while.
‘Huh. As if.’ Idina pretended to be insulted by Kristin’s insinuation, before leaning forward once more, intent on the delicate fingers in front of her. She slowly wrapped her mouth around the tip of Kristin’s thumb, licking up the side while slowly removing the ring. She sat back, and glanced up at Kristin’s face. Cheekily crunching on the Hula Hoop she saw that the other woman’s eyes had widened a little, and her mouth was open.
Idina repeated her motion on all four remaining digits. Kristin pushed down again, shamelessly grinding. Hell, Idina would never get tired of how easily aroused Kristin was. Having finished her snack, Idina took the opportunity to lick the remaining salt from Kristin’s hand. She took her time, running her tongue up and around each finger, paying special attention to the sensitive area between the fingers.
Kristin could take it no longer. Idina was lying beneath her, body spread and naked, practically fellating her fingers. She leaned forward, gently pulling her hand from Idina’s mouth. Not so gently, she pressed both of Idina’s hands into the pillow beside her head, tangling in her haloed hair.
‘Idina..’ Kristin stopped, not really sure what she wanted to say. To hell with it. If she couldn’t say anything, perhaps she should do something instead. She slowly lowered herself along Idina’s chest, until her cotton clad breasts were brushing Idina’s bare ones. Kristin felt her nipples start to harden, and sensed Idina beginning to breathe more quickly. She loved it like this. The build up, the agonising slowness. The wonderful tension that eventually lead to amazing orgasm.
They were nose to nose now. Kristin took in the sleep in the corners of Idina’s eyes, and the smell of her in the morning before opening her mouth and teasing her tongue along Idina’s parted lips. Idina’s response was immediate and resounding. She opened her mouth and met Kristin’s tongue with her own, pushing gently, not demanding but welcoming. Kristin gasped slightly, tasting the salt on Idina. She relaxed into the kiss, gently playing her tongue around Idina’s mouth, picking out all the places she knew to be sensitive. Idina moaned slightly, and pushed herself upward, wordlessly asking for more. Her eyes met Kristin’s, and the plea was reflected there too.
‘S’ok honey. I’ll get there, I promise.’ Kristin let go of Idina and sat up. She looked around them until she spied the small red packet, which thankfully had remained upright in the sheets.
‘Kris? What are you doing?’
‘Oh now, I would have thought that was fairly obvious? No? Ssh, baby, just relax.’ Kristin gave Idina a shy smile, trying to hide her own internal qualms about what she was aiming to do. She wriggled backwards until she was kneeling roughly above Idina’s knees. Dipping her hand into the packet once more she began placing Hula Hoops along Idina’s body. Collarbones, nipples, between her breasts. A line down her flat stomach, ending just over her belly button.
‘Don’t move,’ she warned, raising a teasing eyebrow.
Idina’s eyes were locked on Kristin, and her hands, still by her head, were clenching into the pillow. Hula Hoops. Who’d’ve known? Kristin mused.
Leaning forward, she began to take the rings from Idina, one by one, making sure to arch her own body so as not to disturb the patterns she’d made. Kristin took her time, carefully licking Idina clean in the spot each chip had rested. When she reached her nipples she slowed, moving around and around her breasts, dropping gentle kisses in places, until Idina was squirming. Kristin sat up.
‘Careful,’ she admonished. ‘You’ll knock them off.’
Idina’s look this time was not so loving, and Kristin’s insides flipped over, imagining the payback she might get for this little episode. However, Idina did relax back into the bed, this time firmly gripping the pillow behind her. Kristin bent, and resumed her actions, deliberately not moving any faster.
Idina desperately tried to keep her breathing even. Goodness only knows what Kristin would do if she accidentally displaced any of these stupid ring shaped chips. She couldn’t suppress a gasp as Kristin’s mouth and tongue returned to her breasts. Circling, licking, teasing, kissing, occasionally the most tentative of gentle nibbles. Idina could feel the heat spreading through her body, and desperately wanted to shout at Kristin, more, faster! She knew her wife well enough, though, to know that Kristin would only slow down, prolong her wonderful torture.
Finally, finally, Kristin began to move again. She made her way quickly down Idina’s stomach, pausing only for the briefest kisses, having lapped up each Hula Hoop. She stopped at her belly button, a place that Idina knew she loved to linger and play for an age. Thankfully, she contented herself with a brief kiss before moving lower.
Idina opened her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, just in time to see Kristin wriggle down further, positioning herself between her legs. Idina closed her eyes tightly again, as Kristin began to kiss down the insides of both thighs. She was deliberately winding her up, Idina thought, placing gentle butterfly kisses in places, longer, sucking bites in others that Idina fervently hoped wouldn’t bruise. Or would. Kristin had scrambled her brain, she didn’t know any more.
‘Please, Kristin, no more, I really need…’
‘Need what, honey?’ Kristin paused, and looked up, a sly smile on her lips.
‘Oh, hell, Kristin, don’t make me…’ Idina trailed off with a sigh as Kristin lowered her head again, and licked gently up her, dipping her tongue into her most sensitive areas. Idina dropped her hands to Kristin’s head, not to guide her or push her, just to feel the silk of her hair twine through her fingers.
Kristin began gently to lick around her centre, circling, circling, always avoiding just where Idina wanted her to be. She shifted slightly, trying to push herself into the path of Kristin’s tongue, but soft hands on her thighs encouraged her to stay still. When Kristin licked a firm stripe across her, Idina arched up from the bed, almost knocking Kristin’s head with her hips, although from Kristin’s grin it seemed as if perhaps she’d been expecting the movement.
Kristin gently pushed her down again, holding on more firmly this time, and Idina shifted her hands to the bed linen beside her, knowing she was liable to pull out Kristin’s hair if she held onto that any longer.
Kristin dipped her head, and licked lower. She pushed her tongue gently into Idina, causing her to gasp and moan. Feeling her wetness, Kristin pushed further with her tongue, and gently worked Idina in and out, until she could feel her thighs trembling. Quickly, she shifted her position to allow her to fit her hand between them. Returning her lips to Idina’s centre she slid two fingers inside her, easily finding a rhythm between tongue and hand. Idina trembled and gasped, speaking Kristin’s name again and again. Kristin simultaneously pressed down onto Idina with her tongue and pushed up into her with her hand. Idina came, arching and crying out, crying Kristin’s name once more.
Idina melted into the bed, breathing slowly returning to normal. Kristin crawled up to lay beside her, planting a kiss on her mouth as she did so. She had to admit she was doing a little heavy breathing of her own.
Suddenly, Idina rolled, taking Kristin with her, until they were lying front to back, Idina holding Kristin from behind. Her hands began to move, with definite intent. From her new position, however, Kristin was able to see the alarm clock, its glowing red figures like an accusing message.
‘I hate to break this to you, hon. And I really don’t want to stop you. But we’re at Heathrow. You’re due at the studio in London in an hour.’
‘Fuck,’ Idina sighed, ignoring Kristin’s tut of disapproval. She bent and kissed fiercely, possessively, at Kristin’s neck. ‘Just wait. You’re not getting away with this one. What other candy do they sell here?’
Fin
This isn't H/D! It's RPF, and it's femslash. If any of that bothers you, I'd really rather you didn't read it, and refrained from judging me! Of course, if you'd like to read it, that's great too.
(I've edited this to include the second half, so it's now the whole fic. Please note rating change.)
Title: Hula Hoops
Pairing: Chenzel
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2300
Disclaimer: These are real people. This is fiction. No disrespect is intended. I don't own them, and I don't own Hula Hoops either.
‘Idina, honey, do you think you could move a tiny bit quicker? You know how much it sucks getting stuck at Immigration.’
Idina nodded, and lengthened her steps. Seasoned travellers, she and Kristin were both anxious to take advantage of leaving the plane ahead of the coach passengers, and not get caught in the queues. They were both too tired for conversation, however, having not gotten much sleep on the flight. Really, should small children be allowed to fly Club? Kristin pushed her thoughts aside in favour of getting Idina to the airport hotel before she got too cranky, as was her wont when tired.
*
Kristin woke early the next morning. Rolling over in the crisp white hotel sheets, she saw that Idina was still sleeping, arms flung above her head and dark hair scattered across the pillow. She grinned, picturing a morning spent luxuriously in bed, probably involving room service breakfast, before taking the Heathrow Express to London.
Her stomach rumbled. Hmm. Not much point ordering breakfast before Dee woke up. Of course, Kristin realised. England. Home to some of the strangest snack foods known to man. Having only eaten airline food the night before she was starving, and chips and chocolate seemed to fit the bill exactly.
Idina murmured and turned as she rolled out of bed. ‘Ssh, hon, I’ll be back in a few. Go back to sleep for a bit.’
Kristin fished in her flight bag for her purse of UK change. Wrapping a hotel robe around her she grabbed a key card from the dresser and padded out of the room. Half way to the lift she realised how odd she must look. Over-long robe dangling around her feet, hitched up with her free hand, bed hair, yesterday’s make up and bare feet. Pull yourself together, Chenoweth. Who cares what you look like?
Self-confidence notwithstanding, the bellboy did give her a somewhat confused look as she crossed the lobby towards the vending machine, and a much more perturbed one as she returned, arms full of that peculiarly English snack food. ‘Ma’am? We can have breakfast served in your room, if you’d like?’
He must think I’m crazy, Kristin realised, smiling at him reassuringly. ‘It’s ok. My wife’s still asleep, and I had a bit of a craving.’ Or pregnant, she added as an afterthought.
*
Idina roused herself at the sound of scrabblings the other side of their hotel room door. Cleaning staff? Stalker? Small stray dog? Maddie, magically transported from the other side of the Atlantic? No, Maddie would be yapping. ‘Hello?’ she called, even as she realised that a dog wouldn’t be answering any time soon, and if it was a stalker, she didn’t really want an answer.
‘It’s me! I’m having - some issues - with the key,’ Kristin’s voice came from the other side of the door. A couple of seconds later Idina heard a couple of small thuds. ‘Oh!’ Kristin sounded vaguely amused, as well as vexed, so Idina decided rescue wasn’t necessary. The door clicked, and Kristin stumbled into the room, arms overflowing with candy.
‘Kris? What the…’
‘I was hungry.’ Kristin sounded a little defensive, but her eyes were smiling. She could maybe take a bit of teasing this morning, then. Idina watched as Kristin dumped the armful in the centre of their bed and stripped off the farcically large robe. There was a crackle of wrappers as Kristin pulled back the sheets and climbed in.
Idina watched as Kristin pawed through the heap and prepared to pounce on an unsuspecting Cadbury’s, or something.
‘Hold it, hold it.’ Idina stroked the hair back from Kristin’s face and halted her hands in their scrabble.
‘What?’
‘This is breakfast? Seriously? You bought snack food for breakfast? And enough snack food to feed, say, Pennsylvania?’
Kristin looked slightly alarmed, Idina thought. A little rabbit in headlights-ish. ‘Um, well I was kind of hungry when I woke up. You know how much I hate that aeroplane food. And you were still asleep. We can order breakfast now, if you want?’
Idina grinned at her expression. Honestly, she looked as if Idina was about to bite her head off. Then she remembered the previous evening, when she’d been so tired she had in fact bitten Kristin’s head off when it’d been gently suggested that she might like to undress before going to sleep.
‘Really, who needs breakfast when you’ve got chips?’ Idina pulled herself up off the pillows to snag a small red packet. Pulling it open she offered it to Kristin. Kristin inserted her thumb and first finger into the bag, a mischievous smile beginning to chase across her face. She emerged with a small yellow ring on the tip of her first finger.
‘What are these?’
Idina checked the packet. ‘Hula Hoops, apparently.’ Before Kristin could make any further remarks, she leaned over and gently removed the Hula Hoop from Kristin’s finger with her teeth.
‘Oh, it’s like that is it, Menzel? We’re enjoying snack food for breakfast now?’ Kristin took the packet from Idina and arrayed five Hula Hoops on the fingers of one hand. She turned to her wife, a beautiful, broad smile now clear on her face. Disregarding the pile of food on the bed, she pulled back the covers to disclose Idina’s naked body, pyjamas having been one step too far, on top of getting undressed.
Kristin scooted across and swung one leg across Idina so that she was sitting atop her hips in her sleep shorts and vest. Leaning forward, she offered her hand, complete with decorations.
Idina leaned forward, eyes gleaming. She stopped, her mouth an inch from Kristin’s thumb.
‘How many packets of these did you buy?’
Kristin’s smile became wider, and just a shade feral. ‘Don’t worry, I think there’re enough here to last us as long as you can go.’ She pushed her cotton-clad hips down onto Idina, letting her know that she did indeed intend to be there for a while.
‘Huh. As if.’ Idina pretended to be insulted by Kristin’s insinuation, before leaning forward once more, intent on the delicate fingers in front of her. She slowly wrapped her mouth around the tip of Kristin’s thumb, licking up the side while slowly removing the ring. She sat back, and glanced up at Kristin’s face. Cheekily crunching on the Hula Hoop she saw that the other woman’s eyes had widened a little, and her mouth was open.
Idina repeated her motion on all four remaining digits. Kristin pushed down again, shamelessly grinding. Hell, Idina would never get tired of how easily aroused Kristin was. Having finished her snack, Idina took the opportunity to lick the remaining salt from Kristin’s hand. She took her time, running her tongue up and around each finger, paying special attention to the sensitive area between the fingers.
Kristin could take it no longer. Idina was lying beneath her, body spread and naked, practically fellating her fingers. She leaned forward, gently pulling her hand from Idina’s mouth. Not so gently, she pressed both of Idina’s hands into the pillow beside her head, tangling in her haloed hair.
‘Idina..’ Kristin stopped, not really sure what she wanted to say. To hell with it. If she couldn’t say anything, perhaps she should do something instead. She slowly lowered herself along Idina’s chest, until her cotton clad breasts were brushing Idina’s bare ones. Kristin felt her nipples start to harden, and sensed Idina beginning to breathe more quickly. She loved it like this. The build up, the agonising slowness. The wonderful tension that eventually lead to amazing orgasm.
They were nose to nose now. Kristin took in the sleep in the corners of Idina’s eyes, and the smell of her in the morning before opening her mouth and teasing her tongue along Idina’s parted lips. Idina’s response was immediate and resounding. She opened her mouth and met Kristin’s tongue with her own, pushing gently, not demanding but welcoming. Kristin gasped slightly, tasting the salt on Idina. She relaxed into the kiss, gently playing her tongue around Idina’s mouth, picking out all the places she knew to be sensitive. Idina moaned slightly, and pushed herself upward, wordlessly asking for more. Her eyes met Kristin’s, and the plea was reflected there too.
‘S’ok honey. I’ll get there, I promise.’ Kristin let go of Idina and sat up. She looked around them until she spied the small red packet, which thankfully had remained upright in the sheets.
‘Kris? What are you doing?’
‘Oh now, I would have thought that was fairly obvious? No? Ssh, baby, just relax.’ Kristin gave Idina a shy smile, trying to hide her own internal qualms about what she was aiming to do. She wriggled backwards until she was kneeling roughly above Idina’s knees. Dipping her hand into the packet once more she began placing Hula Hoops along Idina’s body. Collarbones, nipples, between her breasts. A line down her flat stomach, ending just over her belly button.
‘Don’t move,’ she warned, raising a teasing eyebrow.
Idina’s eyes were locked on Kristin, and her hands, still by her head, were clenching into the pillow. Hula Hoops. Who’d’ve known? Kristin mused.
Leaning forward, she began to take the rings from Idina, one by one, making sure to arch her own body so as not to disturb the patterns she’d made. Kristin took her time, carefully licking Idina clean in the spot each chip had rested. When she reached her nipples she slowed, moving around and around her breasts, dropping gentle kisses in places, until Idina was squirming. Kristin sat up.
‘Careful,’ she admonished. ‘You’ll knock them off.’
Idina’s look this time was not so loving, and Kristin’s insides flipped over, imagining the payback she might get for this little episode. However, Idina did relax back into the bed, this time firmly gripping the pillow behind her. Kristin bent, and resumed her actions, deliberately not moving any faster.
Idina desperately tried to keep her breathing even. Goodness only knows what Kristin would do if she accidentally displaced any of these stupid ring shaped chips. She couldn’t suppress a gasp as Kristin’s mouth and tongue returned to her breasts. Circling, licking, teasing, kissing, occasionally the most tentative of gentle nibbles. Idina could feel the heat spreading through her body, and desperately wanted to shout at Kristin, more, faster! She knew her wife well enough, though, to know that Kristin would only slow down, prolong her wonderful torture.
Finally, finally, Kristin began to move again. She made her way quickly down Idina’s stomach, pausing only for the briefest kisses, having lapped up each Hula Hoop. She stopped at her belly button, a place that Idina knew she loved to linger and play for an age. Thankfully, she contented herself with a brief kiss before moving lower.
Idina opened her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, just in time to see Kristin wriggle down further, positioning herself between her legs. Idina closed her eyes tightly again, as Kristin began to kiss down the insides of both thighs. She was deliberately winding her up, Idina thought, placing gentle butterfly kisses in places, longer, sucking bites in others that Idina fervently hoped wouldn’t bruise. Or would. Kristin had scrambled her brain, she didn’t know any more.
‘Please, Kristin, no more, I really need…’
‘Need what, honey?’ Kristin paused, and looked up, a sly smile on her lips.
‘Oh, hell, Kristin, don’t make me…’ Idina trailed off with a sigh as Kristin lowered her head again, and licked gently up her, dipping her tongue into her most sensitive areas. Idina dropped her hands to Kristin’s head, not to guide her or push her, just to feel the silk of her hair twine through her fingers.
Kristin began gently to lick around her centre, circling, circling, always avoiding just where Idina wanted her to be. She shifted slightly, trying to push herself into the path of Kristin’s tongue, but soft hands on her thighs encouraged her to stay still. When Kristin licked a firm stripe across her, Idina arched up from the bed, almost knocking Kristin’s head with her hips, although from Kristin’s grin it seemed as if perhaps she’d been expecting the movement.
Kristin gently pushed her down again, holding on more firmly this time, and Idina shifted her hands to the bed linen beside her, knowing she was liable to pull out Kristin’s hair if she held onto that any longer.
Kristin dipped her head, and licked lower. She pushed her tongue gently into Idina, causing her to gasp and moan. Feeling her wetness, Kristin pushed further with her tongue, and gently worked Idina in and out, until she could feel her thighs trembling. Quickly, she shifted her position to allow her to fit her hand between them. Returning her lips to Idina’s centre she slid two fingers inside her, easily finding a rhythm between tongue and hand. Idina trembled and gasped, speaking Kristin’s name again and again. Kristin simultaneously pressed down onto Idina with her tongue and pushed up into her with her hand. Idina came, arching and crying out, crying Kristin’s name once more.
Idina melted into the bed, breathing slowly returning to normal. Kristin crawled up to lay beside her, planting a kiss on her mouth as she did so. She had to admit she was doing a little heavy breathing of her own.
Suddenly, Idina rolled, taking Kristin with her, until they were lying front to back, Idina holding Kristin from behind. Her hands began to move, with definite intent. From her new position, however, Kristin was able to see the alarm clock, its glowing red figures like an accusing message.
‘I hate to break this to you, hon. And I really don’t want to stop you. But we’re at Heathrow. You’re due at the studio in London in an hour.’
‘Fuck,’ Idina sighed, ignoring Kristin’s tut of disapproval. She bent and kissed fiercely, possessively, at Kristin’s neck. ‘Just wait. You’re not getting away with this one. What other candy do they sell here?’
Fin