Easy
Title: Easy
Pairing: Elle/Morgan
Prompt: let's do something together (i'm so tired of being alone) via cm_het_drabble
Rating: R
Warnings: language, sexuality
Notes: I've always wanted to try these two :D
Derek was easy.
Most of the time, they weren't worth the trouble: little boys who thought she'd be their Mommy, or insecure, emotionally-stunted frat guys trying to prove how manly they were by sleeping with a chick who could out-shoot them at the gun range. Even when they were cute, they were disappointing where it mattered, and they were always looking for something she felt no obligation - or inclination - to give.
Not Derek, though.
Elle knew she'd found a kindred spirit when, on her third day of self-defense at the Academy, he'd pinned her face-down against the mat and just laughed, low and warm in her ear, when she'd wondered aloud if he was as turned on as she was. He didn't balk at her, didn't make some lewd comment in return, didn't try to shame her into some faux professionalism. He'd just laughed.
That's why she let him be on top the first time, why she let him hold her wrists against the wall in the locker room, why she didn't clamp her mouth shut and swallow her moans lest she give him the wrong impression.
He just got it. He got it, and he gave it to her the way she wanted it, and sometimes he stuck around for papas rellenas with her afterward and sometimes not, but either way, he did it with grace.
Derek was easy when the rest of the shit she shouldered was so fucking hard, and sometimes it was just nice to know that she could unload a little, relax, call him up and say Hey, are you alone? and Do you want to stay that way? without the whole world resting on the answer.
Pairing: Elle/Morgan
Prompt: let's do something together (i'm so tired of being alone) via cm_het_drabble
Rating: R
Warnings: language, sexuality
Notes: I've always wanted to try these two :D
Derek was easy.
Most of the time, they weren't worth the trouble: little boys who thought she'd be their Mommy, or insecure, emotionally-stunted frat guys trying to prove how manly they were by sleeping with a chick who could out-shoot them at the gun range. Even when they were cute, they were disappointing where it mattered, and they were always looking for something she felt no obligation - or inclination - to give.
Not Derek, though.
Elle knew she'd found a kindred spirit when, on her third day of self-defense at the Academy, he'd pinned her face-down against the mat and just laughed, low and warm in her ear, when she'd wondered aloud if he was as turned on as she was. He didn't balk at her, didn't make some lewd comment in return, didn't try to shame her into some faux professionalism. He'd just laughed.
That's why she let him be on top the first time, why she let him hold her wrists against the wall in the locker room, why she didn't clamp her mouth shut and swallow her moans lest she give him the wrong impression.
He just got it. He got it, and he gave it to her the way she wanted it, and sometimes he stuck around for papas rellenas with her afterward and sometimes not, but either way, he did it with grace.
Derek was easy when the rest of the shit she shouldered was so fucking hard, and sometimes it was just nice to know that she could unload a little, relax, call him up and say Hey, are you alone? and Do you want to stay that way? without the whole world resting on the answer.