FIC: Just a Suggestion, Danneel/Genevieve (NC-17)
Title: Just a Suggestion
Fandom: CWRPF
Pairing: Danneel/Genevieve
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for blindfold_spn, for the prompt "non-AU or AU, just want some dirty hot girl-on-girl action." High school AU. Genevieve never thought she'd be That Girl, but here she is--backstage with her jeans and underwear down around her ankles and her moans muffled by her bitten lip, just an hour before rehearsal starts.
Disclaimer: This in no way represents reality.
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Genevieve never thought she'd be That Girl, but here she is--backstage with her jeans and underwear down around her ankles and her moans muffled by her bitten lip, just an hour before rehearsal starts.
God, people will be getting here soon, she thinks, coming back to mess with the lights and bring props on stage. Mr. Morgan, the actors, Genevieve's friends--someone could seriously open the door and see them. They'd have to unlock it, yeah, and Genevieve would have enough time to scramble back into her jeans--but just barely. Her face would still be red and she'd still look dazed and out of it, and everyone would know Danneel had had her fingers up Genevieve's cunt. It would be so fucking obvious. But Genevieve just can't bring herself to care, not the way she's feeling so electric and lit-up all over right now, all her nerves jolting at the brush of Danneel's thumb along her thigh. Every thought in her brain but this is blanked out, and trouble's a word that's far away and meaningless when Danneel Harris has you under her hands. She rolls her hips up against Danneel's fingers again, moaning when Danneel moves her thumb to stroke over her clit teasingly.
"You like that?" Danneel purrs, biting lightly at her ear. "Want it harder?"
Genevieve nods frantically, dropping her hot face to rest in the curve of Danneel's shoulder. Danneel hums and blows out a cool breath on Genevieve's skin, crooking her fingers to press deeper in as Genevieve moans. She used to get embarrassed about how quickly Danneel could get her off, but she loves it, now--it means they get to do stuff like this, tucked into places where they shouldn't be able to get away with it.
Because Danneel never wants to wait. She's always teasing, hooking her fingers in Genevieve's belt loops and brushing her hands over Genevieve's back when no one's looking--anything she can get away with. She makes Genevieve feel hot, exposed, every cell in her body extra-sensitive and extra alive; when Danneel gives her those sticky, deep looks from across a room, she gets warm all over and wants to arch out her chest, make Danneel look even longer.
"Been thinking about you all day," Danneel says, licking at the edge of Genevieve's neck. "I got so hot in Econ I almost had to sneak out to get off in the bathroom, just thinking about you like this, dripping around my fingers. God, you got any idea how gorgeous you are?" Her voice is so even, matching the calm thrusts of her fingers, and it's driving Genevieve crazy. Her thumb glides over Genevieve's clit so slowly it's almost cruel; she can't help but whimper. "Fucking--sneaking glances at you in the hallway all day and feeling it all the way down. You just get to me so bad, Cortese." And suddenly her other hand is kneading Genevieve's breasts and pinching her nipples the way that always sends an instant zing of arousal straight to the bottom Genevieve's belly.
"You're so f-fucking--unfair," she gasps, spreading her legs apart farther and driving her hips up, desperate. Danneel flicks her over her clit faster in reply, relentless little rubs, and bites Genevieve's shoulder. It's so good it feels like Genevieve's spine's going to melt right out of her body and leave her limp on the floor. Her nails are digging into Danneel's back and her head aches a little from where she slammed it into the wall behind her, but this is so perfect, pressure inside her so hot and sharp and overwhelming she just wants to die--
She comes with a gasp, hips jerking, and slumps back against the wall as she rides the long, hot wave of it. Her chest heaves; her body feels boneless and golden, stomach jumping with aftershocks. She presses her thighs together where they're wet and breathes out a pleased sigh, opening up for a kiss when Danneel touches her tongue to her lips. Danneel licks inside her hungry and deep, and Genevieve's aches in anticipation at what's sure to come next. Sure enough, Danneel pulls back and leans against the wall, skin flushed so pretty and pink. Genevieve's mouth waters.
"Think you can get me off in a minute?" Danneel asks, grinning in challenge.
"Yeah," Genevieve breathes, and drops to her knees immediately.
She never thought she'd get off so hard on eating a girl out, either, but it gets to her like nothing else. The smell of Danneel's wet cunt through her panties is enough to send another shuddering pulse of arousal back down her body, and Genevieve knows she could come again, soon--if they had time. God, if they had time--but they don't, so she yanks the wet fabric to the side and spreads Danneel's pussy open, burying her face between her legs.
She doesn't try to go slow. She goes straight for the prize, licking into Danneel and rubbing fast circles over her clit till Danneel's humping her hips up helplessly, whispering Genevieve's name over and over again. When Genevieve's got her right at the edge, she switches tactics, sucking hard on her clit and dragging her fingers over Danneel's inner lips; Danneel moans and presses Genevieve's head down and comes, fluttering around Genevieve's mouth. Yeah, Genevieve thinks, delirious: perfect.
She licks Dannel through it, pulling back only when Danneel tugs her hair weakly. She leans back and wipes her chin off with her hand, then, and grins dirtily up at Danneel. Danneel smiles back at her--eyes hooded, curl of her lips lazy and heated--and brushes a piece of sweaty hair out of Genevieve's face.
Something quiet and sweet sinks down into Genevieve at that brush of their skin, her heart squeezing in her chest. She swallows to cover it and presses a kiss on Danneel's thigh; smooths down her wet curls before tugging her underwear back into place. Her hands are only shaking a little--
Something creaks in the distance, and they leap apart in an instant; Genevieve dives across the floor for her jeans and races to pull them on while Danneel tugs her clothes straight and wrestles her hair into a smooth ponytail in three seconds flat. Genevieve scrambles to her feet and throws herself into a chair in what she hopes is a casual pose. They stare at each other, eyes wide in the silence, waiting, animal-still--Genevieve's sure whoever it is must be able to hear her heart crashing up against her ribs. But when no one comes closer after a few seconds and Danneel lets out a long sigh, she lets herself relax.
"Jesus," she breathes. "That was way too close. Way, way too close."
"I think I have whiplash," Danneel whispers, grinning. Her voice in the dark is playful; Genevieve bites her lip over a giggle and shakes her head.
"You're so bad," she whispers back. "Seriously, we would've been in so much trouble. I don't know why I even listen to you when you suggest these things."
She turns her head to hide her blush when Danneel just blows her a smug kiss in reply.
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She ends up having fifteen minutes to compose herself in the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face and breathing deeply until she almost looks normal. When she comes into the auditorium, Mr. Morgan is lecturing them about watching their stage walks and body language, using Jensen to demonstrate. Genevieve feels something in her loosen when no one turns to glare at her. They got away with it this time, then, she thinks. She slinks into the seat next to Jared as quietly as she can, shrugging sheepishly at his raised eyebrow, and does her best to pretend to pay attention to Mr. Morgan.
Five minutes later, when she's waiting for Jared to be done with Jensen so they can run lines, she gets a text. She winces; they're not supposed to have their phones on in the auditorium, and that's the one thing Mr. Morgan's actually strict about. But--checking the text before she turns it off couldn't hurt, right? She bites the inside of her cheek and flips it open against her thigh, waiting until the backlight fades on the denim to look at the screen. It's from Danneel.
Maybe tomorrow you shouldn't wear underwear. Just a suggestion.
She feels her cheeks heat instantly, and hopes they aren't flaming red. fuck you, she texts back, sinking down into her seat so her hair covers her face. today was bad enough, you crazy person! what are you, on a dirty sex at school crusade???
But from the way her cunt twitches and her stomach gives a tug of arousal, she knows she'll do it. And from the way her lips are curling up in a smile without her meaning to--well, she knows she won't regret it, either. She never does.
Fandom: CWRPF
Pairing: Danneel/Genevieve
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for blindfold_spn, for the prompt "non-AU or AU, just want some dirty hot girl-on-girl action." High school AU. Genevieve never thought she'd be That Girl, but here she is--backstage with her jeans and underwear down around her ankles and her moans muffled by her bitten lip, just an hour before rehearsal starts.
Disclaimer: This in no way represents reality.
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Genevieve never thought she'd be That Girl, but here she is--backstage with her jeans and underwear down around her ankles and her moans muffled by her bitten lip, just an hour before rehearsal starts.
God, people will be getting here soon, she thinks, coming back to mess with the lights and bring props on stage. Mr. Morgan, the actors, Genevieve's friends--someone could seriously open the door and see them. They'd have to unlock it, yeah, and Genevieve would have enough time to scramble back into her jeans--but just barely. Her face would still be red and she'd still look dazed and out of it, and everyone would know Danneel had had her fingers up Genevieve's cunt. It would be so fucking obvious. But Genevieve just can't bring herself to care, not the way she's feeling so electric and lit-up all over right now, all her nerves jolting at the brush of Danneel's thumb along her thigh. Every thought in her brain but this is blanked out, and trouble's a word that's far away and meaningless when Danneel Harris has you under her hands. She rolls her hips up against Danneel's fingers again, moaning when Danneel moves her thumb to stroke over her clit teasingly.
"You like that?" Danneel purrs, biting lightly at her ear. "Want it harder?"
Genevieve nods frantically, dropping her hot face to rest in the curve of Danneel's shoulder. Danneel hums and blows out a cool breath on Genevieve's skin, crooking her fingers to press deeper in as Genevieve moans. She used to get embarrassed about how quickly Danneel could get her off, but she loves it, now--it means they get to do stuff like this, tucked into places where they shouldn't be able to get away with it.
Because Danneel never wants to wait. She's always teasing, hooking her fingers in Genevieve's belt loops and brushing her hands over Genevieve's back when no one's looking--anything she can get away with. She makes Genevieve feel hot, exposed, every cell in her body extra-sensitive and extra alive; when Danneel gives her those sticky, deep looks from across a room, she gets warm all over and wants to arch out her chest, make Danneel look even longer.
"Been thinking about you all day," Danneel says, licking at the edge of Genevieve's neck. "I got so hot in Econ I almost had to sneak out to get off in the bathroom, just thinking about you like this, dripping around my fingers. God, you got any idea how gorgeous you are?" Her voice is so even, matching the calm thrusts of her fingers, and it's driving Genevieve crazy. Her thumb glides over Genevieve's clit so slowly it's almost cruel; she can't help but whimper. "Fucking--sneaking glances at you in the hallway all day and feeling it all the way down. You just get to me so bad, Cortese." And suddenly her other hand is kneading Genevieve's breasts and pinching her nipples the way that always sends an instant zing of arousal straight to the bottom Genevieve's belly.
"You're so f-fucking--unfair," she gasps, spreading her legs apart farther and driving her hips up, desperate. Danneel flicks her over her clit faster in reply, relentless little rubs, and bites Genevieve's shoulder. It's so good it feels like Genevieve's spine's going to melt right out of her body and leave her limp on the floor. Her nails are digging into Danneel's back and her head aches a little from where she slammed it into the wall behind her, but this is so perfect, pressure inside her so hot and sharp and overwhelming she just wants to die--
She comes with a gasp, hips jerking, and slumps back against the wall as she rides the long, hot wave of it. Her chest heaves; her body feels boneless and golden, stomach jumping with aftershocks. She presses her thighs together where they're wet and breathes out a pleased sigh, opening up for a kiss when Danneel touches her tongue to her lips. Danneel licks inside her hungry and deep, and Genevieve's aches in anticipation at what's sure to come next. Sure enough, Danneel pulls back and leans against the wall, skin flushed so pretty and pink. Genevieve's mouth waters.
"Think you can get me off in a minute?" Danneel asks, grinning in challenge.
"Yeah," Genevieve breathes, and drops to her knees immediately.
She never thought she'd get off so hard on eating a girl out, either, but it gets to her like nothing else. The smell of Danneel's wet cunt through her panties is enough to send another shuddering pulse of arousal back down her body, and Genevieve knows she could come again, soon--if they had time. God, if they had time--but they don't, so she yanks the wet fabric to the side and spreads Danneel's pussy open, burying her face between her legs.
She doesn't try to go slow. She goes straight for the prize, licking into Danneel and rubbing fast circles over her clit till Danneel's humping her hips up helplessly, whispering Genevieve's name over and over again. When Genevieve's got her right at the edge, she switches tactics, sucking hard on her clit and dragging her fingers over Danneel's inner lips; Danneel moans and presses Genevieve's head down and comes, fluttering around Genevieve's mouth. Yeah, Genevieve thinks, delirious: perfect.
She licks Dannel through it, pulling back only when Danneel tugs her hair weakly. She leans back and wipes her chin off with her hand, then, and grins dirtily up at Danneel. Danneel smiles back at her--eyes hooded, curl of her lips lazy and heated--and brushes a piece of sweaty hair out of Genevieve's face.
Something quiet and sweet sinks down into Genevieve at that brush of their skin, her heart squeezing in her chest. She swallows to cover it and presses a kiss on Danneel's thigh; smooths down her wet curls before tugging her underwear back into place. Her hands are only shaking a little--
Something creaks in the distance, and they leap apart in an instant; Genevieve dives across the floor for her jeans and races to pull them on while Danneel tugs her clothes straight and wrestles her hair into a smooth ponytail in three seconds flat. Genevieve scrambles to her feet and throws herself into a chair in what she hopes is a casual pose. They stare at each other, eyes wide in the silence, waiting, animal-still--Genevieve's sure whoever it is must be able to hear her heart crashing up against her ribs. But when no one comes closer after a few seconds and Danneel lets out a long sigh, she lets herself relax.
"Jesus," she breathes. "That was way too close. Way, way too close."
"I think I have whiplash," Danneel whispers, grinning. Her voice in the dark is playful; Genevieve bites her lip over a giggle and shakes her head.
"You're so bad," she whispers back. "Seriously, we would've been in so much trouble. I don't know why I even listen to you when you suggest these things."
She turns her head to hide her blush when Danneel just blows her a smug kiss in reply.
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She ends up having fifteen minutes to compose herself in the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face and breathing deeply until she almost looks normal. When she comes into the auditorium, Mr. Morgan is lecturing them about watching their stage walks and body language, using Jensen to demonstrate. Genevieve feels something in her loosen when no one turns to glare at her. They got away with it this time, then, she thinks. She slinks into the seat next to Jared as quietly as she can, shrugging sheepishly at his raised eyebrow, and does her best to pretend to pay attention to Mr. Morgan.
Five minutes later, when she's waiting for Jared to be done with Jensen so they can run lines, she gets a text. She winces; they're not supposed to have their phones on in the auditorium, and that's the one thing Mr. Morgan's actually strict about. But--checking the text before she turns it off couldn't hurt, right? She bites the inside of her cheek and flips it open against her thigh, waiting until the backlight fades on the denim to look at the screen. It's from Danneel.
Maybe tomorrow you shouldn't wear underwear. Just a suggestion.
She feels her cheeks heat instantly, and hopes they aren't flaming red. fuck you, she texts back, sinking down into her seat so her hair covers her face. today was bad enough, you crazy person! what are you, on a dirty sex at school crusade???
But from the way her cunt twitches and her stomach gives a tug of arousal, she knows she'll do it. And from the way her lips are curling up in a smile without her meaning to--well, she knows she won't regret it, either. She never does.