Fic: Second Chances
Title: Second Chances
Author: the1elf
Pairing: Cate/Andy; implied Andy/Elijah; implied Cate/Ali
Rating: Fairly porny.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies.
Warning: Holy mother of het!
Summary: She sat on the desk, leaning back on her hands, bare legs crossed almost primly, a slight smile curling her dark red lips as her gaze fixed on the bulge in Andy’s trousers.
A/N: For ditchwitchbitch, as part of painted_whiskey-verse AU, possibly. If not, just straight up AU Andy/Cate in which both are artists and Andy is with Elijah, Cate with Ali. (Yes, that Ali).
He had managed, quite successfully, to avoid her for a week. It had been seven days exactly since Andy had been to Cate’s flat, invited in, stripped of his clothes and very nearly his dignity at the mercy of Cate’s hand and Ali’s mouth. He abandoned the gallery for the solace of time alone in his dark room at home and the comfort of Elijah’s presence. Andy told himself that he was not embarrassed and knew that it wasn’t a lie. The truth of the matter was, seven days had not quieted the insistent desire he felt for Cate.
A week now, and the memories of her long, pale body had not been forgotten, nor had those of her soft skin beneath his rough fingers. A brief taste, Andy thought, of what it might be like to be Cate’s lover, was all he had let himself have. A fleeting glimpse, but after several days of guilty remembering, his desperation was no less intense. Hours of envisioning her on her knees before him drove Andy from the basement to the bedroom where he could hold Elijah down and pretend, careful never to let himself go so far as to moan Cate’s name as he thrust into the body beneath him.
Andy knew now he could no longer avoid her, and dressed carefully for the opening of her exhibit at the gallery. He smiled as he watched Elijah fumble with his tie and wondered whether he should wear one as well, if it could possibly be put to better use later. Finally he decided against it, preferring to leave his shirt collar unbuttoned in the cool September air. It wasn’t until he and Elijah were wandering the gallery that Andy thought to look and see if Ali had come with Cate.
The introduction went smoothly enough, Elijah smiling charmingly at Cate and complimenting her work in a rather honest way that pleased her. Nothing in her voice or demeanour gave any hint that she and Andy were anything more than colleagues, which was both a relief and a frustration. She smiled innocently at him as she took Elijah’s arm and guided him toward a corner of the room he had yet to see. Andy was so caught up in an unexpected fantasy that it took him several seconds to recognise Ali as the woman pressing gently into his side.
Andy was friendly, though not overly familiar, as he procured a glass of champagne for her. Ali smiled her thanks and inquired after his thoughts on the sculptures surrounding them in watchful silence. As he talked, Andy let himself drift along with her, ever conscious of her firm breasts brushing his arm as they paused to look, to admire. After a quarter of an hour and a glass of whiskey, he was unsurprised to find that he and Ali had made their way toward the back of the building and Viggo’s office. Slightly more unexpected was the breathless monologue Ali whispered unashamedly into his ear.
She’s been talking about you all week, Ali confided. Your hands on me, touching me, how jealous she was of both of us. She can’t stop talking about your cock, how beautiful it was, and perfect, how she wished you’d fucked her right there in front of me. Ali playfully slid a hand over his chest, down the front of his trousers to see if her words had had the effect Cate wanted. She makes me fuck her for hours, but it’s you she thinks about.
Andy couldn’t prevent the soft moan in his throat any more than the response his cock had to Ali’s filthy murmurings, though he was not embarrassed by his behaviour as he’d been the previous week. I wanted to, he admitted with a groan. I wanted to fuck her. Ali smiled brilliantly and reached behind him to open the door. It’s a good thing Cate believes in second chances.
She sat on the desk, leaning back on her hands, bare legs crossed almost primly, a slight smile curling her dark red lips as her gaze fixed on the bulge in Andy’s trousers. His eyes darkened as one hand strayed to his zipper, encouraged by the nod of her head and the sight of her knickers tossed carelessly on top of a pile of photographs. They looked at one another for several seconds before Cate slowly spread her legs, part invitation, part challenge. A shaky exhalation of breath later Andy was hurriedly unbuttoning and unzipping, the sounds loud in his ears, and then his cock was throbbing between his clever fingers.
Hard and fast, she whispered desperately into his ear. We haven’t much time. The last bit was Andy’s undoing, and he grasped her slender hips roughly, pulling her toward him without further thought. Cate didn’t make a sound as he pressed into her, but his moan was enough for both of them. Andy stilled, savouring the wet heat of her, knowing this would never happen again. Fuck me, she said, and it was an order he couldn’t refuse.
Andy moved in long, slow thrusts as Cate’s legs found their way around his waist, pulling him in, taunting him as Ali had done the week before. He tugged at the straps of the dress on Cate’s shoulders, intent on baring her breasts to his sharp teeth and tongue, pushing roughly into her at the sounds his actions elicited. Cate moved against him, tightening around his thick cock, determined to make him come. Andy was no match for her, he knew, and gave in, choking back a groan as he spilled into her with one final, hard thrust. His head fell to her shoulder briefly, and then he was pulling back, away, kneeling, face buried between her thighs, tongue moving, flickering, tasting himself until Cate was shaking and writhing above him. Andy stood when her breathing slowed, tucking himself back into his trousers, careful not to look at her as she straightened her dress.
Take them home, she said, slipping a scrap of black silk and lace into his pocket. For Elijah. Make him wear these, let him taste me on you. She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and smiled.
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Author: the1elf
Pairing: Cate/Andy; implied Andy/Elijah; implied Cate/Ali
Rating: Fairly porny.
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies.
Warning: Holy mother of het!
Summary: She sat on the desk, leaning back on her hands, bare legs crossed almost primly, a slight smile curling her dark red lips as her gaze fixed on the bulge in Andy’s trousers.
A/N: For ditchwitchbitch, as part of painted_whiskey-verse AU, possibly. If not, just straight up AU Andy/Cate in which both are artists and Andy is with Elijah, Cate with Ali. (Yes, that Ali).
He had managed, quite successfully, to avoid her for a week. It had been seven days exactly since Andy had been to Cate’s flat, invited in, stripped of his clothes and very nearly his dignity at the mercy of Cate’s hand and Ali’s mouth. He abandoned the gallery for the solace of time alone in his dark room at home and the comfort of Elijah’s presence. Andy told himself that he was not embarrassed and knew that it wasn’t a lie. The truth of the matter was, seven days had not quieted the insistent desire he felt for Cate.
A week now, and the memories of her long, pale body had not been forgotten, nor had those of her soft skin beneath his rough fingers. A brief taste, Andy thought, of what it might be like to be Cate’s lover, was all he had let himself have. A fleeting glimpse, but after several days of guilty remembering, his desperation was no less intense. Hours of envisioning her on her knees before him drove Andy from the basement to the bedroom where he could hold Elijah down and pretend, careful never to let himself go so far as to moan Cate’s name as he thrust into the body beneath him.
Andy knew now he could no longer avoid her, and dressed carefully for the opening of her exhibit at the gallery. He smiled as he watched Elijah fumble with his tie and wondered whether he should wear one as well, if it could possibly be put to better use later. Finally he decided against it, preferring to leave his shirt collar unbuttoned in the cool September air. It wasn’t until he and Elijah were wandering the gallery that Andy thought to look and see if Ali had come with Cate.
The introduction went smoothly enough, Elijah smiling charmingly at Cate and complimenting her work in a rather honest way that pleased her. Nothing in her voice or demeanour gave any hint that she and Andy were anything more than colleagues, which was both a relief and a frustration. She smiled innocently at him as she took Elijah’s arm and guided him toward a corner of the room he had yet to see. Andy was so caught up in an unexpected fantasy that it took him several seconds to recognise Ali as the woman pressing gently into his side.
Andy was friendly, though not overly familiar, as he procured a glass of champagne for her. Ali smiled her thanks and inquired after his thoughts on the sculptures surrounding them in watchful silence. As he talked, Andy let himself drift along with her, ever conscious of her firm breasts brushing his arm as they paused to look, to admire. After a quarter of an hour and a glass of whiskey, he was unsurprised to find that he and Ali had made their way toward the back of the building and Viggo’s office. Slightly more unexpected was the breathless monologue Ali whispered unashamedly into his ear.
She’s been talking about you all week, Ali confided. Your hands on me, touching me, how jealous she was of both of us. She can’t stop talking about your cock, how beautiful it was, and perfect, how she wished you’d fucked her right there in front of me. Ali playfully slid a hand over his chest, down the front of his trousers to see if her words had had the effect Cate wanted. She makes me fuck her for hours, but it’s you she thinks about.
Andy couldn’t prevent the soft moan in his throat any more than the response his cock had to Ali’s filthy murmurings, though he was not embarrassed by his behaviour as he’d been the previous week. I wanted to, he admitted with a groan. I wanted to fuck her. Ali smiled brilliantly and reached behind him to open the door. It’s a good thing Cate believes in second chances.
She sat on the desk, leaning back on her hands, bare legs crossed almost primly, a slight smile curling her dark red lips as her gaze fixed on the bulge in Andy’s trousers. His eyes darkened as one hand strayed to his zipper, encouraged by the nod of her head and the sight of her knickers tossed carelessly on top of a pile of photographs. They looked at one another for several seconds before Cate slowly spread her legs, part invitation, part challenge. A shaky exhalation of breath later Andy was hurriedly unbuttoning and unzipping, the sounds loud in his ears, and then his cock was throbbing between his clever fingers.
Hard and fast, she whispered desperately into his ear. We haven’t much time. The last bit was Andy’s undoing, and he grasped her slender hips roughly, pulling her toward him without further thought. Cate didn’t make a sound as he pressed into her, but his moan was enough for both of them. Andy stilled, savouring the wet heat of her, knowing this would never happen again. Fuck me, she said, and it was an order he couldn’t refuse.
Andy moved in long, slow thrusts as Cate’s legs found their way around his waist, pulling him in, taunting him as Ali had done the week before. He tugged at the straps of the dress on Cate’s shoulders, intent on baring her breasts to his sharp teeth and tongue, pushing roughly into her at the sounds his actions elicited. Cate moved against him, tightening around his thick cock, determined to make him come. Andy was no match for her, he knew, and gave in, choking back a groan as he spilled into her with one final, hard thrust. His head fell to her shoulder briefly, and then he was pulling back, away, kneeling, face buried between her thighs, tongue moving, flickering, tasting himself until Cate was shaking and writhing above him. Andy stood when her breathing slowed, tucking himself back into his trousers, careful not to look at her as she straightened her dress.
Take them home, she said, slipping a scrap of black silk and lace into his pocket. For Elijah. Make him wear these, let him taste me on you. She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and smiled.
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