Academia, Fandom: Scrubs, Prompt: Performing Arts
Title: Their Dress Rehearsal
Academia Prompt: Performing Arts
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
For a moment Jordan is caught off guard. Sure she was surprised, not to mention irritated, when Elliot’s fingers stopped trailing up her warm thighs (Stick usually treats these evenings like a rollercoaster, holding on for dear life until the ride is over). However what’s really stumped her is the fast, high pitched request.
“Handcuffs?” Jordan raises a sculpted eyebrow, her drawl hovering between incredulous and interested, “Really, Stick?”
Judging by the immediate torrent of words, Elliot was expecting this challenge,
“You’re always saying be more assertive, cops and apple thieves would be perfect and, you know, reallysuperhot…”
Jordan has soooo many mean remarks ready. Like how cops and apple thieves is not a thing. Or how games that prevent her from scratching have to be worth her while. Or, most of all, if Elliot wants to be on top she better be wearing her big girl panties.
However, before she can say a word, Elliot takes the initiative (for once in her pasty, pale sex life) and rolls them over. Jordan looks up. Apart from the fact Stick is trying to cover her naked chest with one arm, she looks eager, flushed and, ‘reallysuperhot,’ (damn it).
“Alright,” Jordan lifts her arms towards the headboard.
Elliot looks sheepish,
“Umm, I don’t actually have handcuffs yet.”
Of course not. Jordan rolls her eyes and begins to sit up, but, impressively, Elliot pushes back and pins her wrists. From her jeans pocket she produces a scarf that is, thankfully, neither pink nor sparkly,
“...But I thought we could practice,”
Academia Prompt: Performing Arts
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
For a moment Jordan is caught off guard. Sure she was surprised, not to mention irritated, when Elliot’s fingers stopped trailing up her warm thighs (Stick usually treats these evenings like a rollercoaster, holding on for dear life until the ride is over). However what’s really stumped her is the fast, high pitched request.
“Handcuffs?” Jordan raises a sculpted eyebrow, her drawl hovering between incredulous and interested, “Really, Stick?”
Judging by the immediate torrent of words, Elliot was expecting this challenge,
“You’re always saying be more assertive, cops and apple thieves would be perfect and, you know, reallysuperhot…”
Jordan has soooo many mean remarks ready. Like how cops and apple thieves is not a thing. Or how games that prevent her from scratching have to be worth her while. Or, most of all, if Elliot wants to be on top she better be wearing her big girl panties.
However, before she can say a word, Elliot takes the initiative (for once in her pasty, pale sex life) and rolls them over. Jordan looks up. Apart from the fact Stick is trying to cover her naked chest with one arm, she looks eager, flushed and, ‘reallysuperhot,’ (damn it).
“Alright,” Jordan lifts her arms towards the headboard.
Elliot looks sheepish,
“Umm, I don’t actually have handcuffs yet.”
Of course not. Jordan rolls her eyes and begins to sit up, but, impressively, Elliot pushes back and pins her wrists. From her jeans pocket she produces a scarf that is, thankfully, neither pink nor sparkly,
“...But I thought we could practice,”