rpf: the bad girls bend.
the bad girls bend.
rpf. diane kruger/melanie laurent. r. "You know, I always wanted to be a spy."
"You know, I always wanted to be a spy."
"Is that right?"
"It's just another kind of actress, I suppose."
"I suppose so."
There's a smirk, a flash of teeth in the dark. Melanie draws her fingers across her lower lip.
It starts.
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Diane's thigh is soft and damp and it shiver under her touch, like a piece of ice is sliding delicately up her spine and around her ribs. Melanie squeezes the skin with her teeth; there is blood on her tongue when she presses it up on her clit.
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"I don't usually..."
Diane's mouth opens and shuts like a door. She struggles with it for a long minute, turning up the corners of her lips like she is trying to be pleasant.
"You don't usually..."
"Oh, I don't know. My taste runs more generally to cock, I suppose."
"How sad for you."
"Maybe."
The silk between her shoulder blade crumples when she shrugs.
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They have no scenes together so they write their own, in Melanie's trailer with a ruler smacking the palm of Diane's hand and "you're a very bad girl," she smirks at Melanie, fingers opening inside her like the cruel twist of scissors.
She comes with a gasp.
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Filming wraps up and then promotions.
"It's been lovely working with you."
Melanie licks a tongue up her collar bone. "And on you."
There's a strain in her voice.
"Keep in touch."
"Sure."
Her fingers leave a trail of heat on the side of her hip. It rests quietly under the dresses.
rpf. diane kruger/melanie laurent. r. "You know, I always wanted to be a spy."
"You know, I always wanted to be a spy."
"Is that right?"
"It's just another kind of actress, I suppose."
"I suppose so."
There's a smirk, a flash of teeth in the dark. Melanie draws her fingers across her lower lip.
It starts.
+
Diane's thigh is soft and damp and it shiver under her touch, like a piece of ice is sliding delicately up her spine and around her ribs. Melanie squeezes the skin with her teeth; there is blood on her tongue when she presses it up on her clit.
+
"I don't usually..."
Diane's mouth opens and shuts like a door. She struggles with it for a long minute, turning up the corners of her lips like she is trying to be pleasant.
"You don't usually..."
"Oh, I don't know. My taste runs more generally to cock, I suppose."
"How sad for you."
"Maybe."
The silk between her shoulder blade crumples when she shrugs.
+
They have no scenes together so they write their own, in Melanie's trailer with a ruler smacking the palm of Diane's hand and "you're a very bad girl," she smirks at Melanie, fingers opening inside her like the cruel twist of scissors.
She comes with a gasp.
+
Filming wraps up and then promotions.
"It's been lovely working with you."
Melanie licks a tongue up her collar bone. "And on you."
There's a strain in her voice.
"Keep in touch."
"Sure."
Her fingers leave a trail of heat on the side of her hip. It rests quietly under the dresses.