I haven't used THIS tag for awhile
Comment fic from bsg_kink Friday night RPF post. YES RPF I AM ASHAMED.
All ADULT, obviously, and feel free to pretend it's some random alt-verse where none of the people involved are married, since I did.
It's a hot day in the valley when they decide to go riding their bikes. No one else wants to come. It's almost a hundred degrees, and leathers and helmets will be worse. But the canyons beckon and he never can resist riding fast. Or Tricia.
She pulls off in the shade of a giant oak and he follows. She shakes her head after she takes off her helmet and he doesn't know how her hair isn't sweaty, but it looks soft, framing her face. Her skin has a light sheen on it, making her glow. Sometimes she hurts to look at, she's so beautiful.
She lays her jacket on her seat, and his eye catches a bead of sweat sliding down into the cleavage of her tanktop. He licks dry lips and jerks his gaze away.
But Tricia notices. She always notices.
She smiles and seems to float closer - all long legs in slim jeans. Legs he can't wait to feel wrapped around him again, no matter how wrong it is. She's carrying a water bottle and with a mischievous smile, dumps it down her shirt, so the cotton molds to her breasts and he can see she's not wearing a bra. "Oops," she teases. "But it feels good, you should try it."
He can't take the tease and reaches for her. Her fingers are cool as she slides them under his sweat-soaked shirt to his back. Her mouth clings to his.
His hands cup her breasts, fingering her nipples through the damp fabric.
"Missed you," she whispers as she arches into his body, fluid as a dancer, and he kisses the long line of her neck. He opens her pants and he has to swallow at the feel of her - slick and hot under his fingers as he finds her clit. "Oh, I missed this the most," she breathes and spreads her legs more for him, leaning against his bike. She gasps when he pushes his fingers inside and then flushes spectacularly, panting as he brushes her swollen clit.
Shuddering down from her quick climax, she grabs him for another kiss, this one heated with more tongue. Then she pulls back and smiles, like the gorgeous temptress she is, "Your turn."
and then there was sudden femslash! Which, as you all know, is not something I do, generally. And certainly not RPF.
Tricia's wearing black Manolos and a black thong. That's all, and Kandyse can't help but watch her naked breasts as she crawls across the bed, holding a fistful of tiny bottles from the hotel wet bar.
"I think I'll start with Scotch." She unscrews the miniature bottle. Tricia watches Kandyse's face as she pours the Scotch into the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, and the little hollow above her public hair. Kandyse shivers. "You have the most beautiful skin," Tricia murmurs and leans down to drink it all.
Kandyse spreads her legs when Tricia reaches that last pool of Scotch, but Tricia laughs softly. "Not yet, Kandy cane. You taste too good to rush."
The next one is Kahlua, poured on her breasts, so it trickles from nipples down, and Kandyse arches with need before Tricia touches her. "Tricia..."
That tongue should be illegal. Kandyse squirms, until Tricia grabs her wrists in one hand and holds them down over her head. She could free herself, but she doesn't want to, not when Tricia's licking her nipples into hard peaks. The pit of her stomach is tight, and her clit is throbbing. "Tricia, please..."
Amaretto is next, and Kandyse can hardly stand the heated desire that rushes through her at Tricia's soft prompt, "Lift your legs wide. Show me."
Kandyse opens for her eagerly and shudders as Tricia pours the liquor between her legs, onto her clit and on her vulva. Then, thank God, her mouth follows - tongue lapping at her clit and penetrating her wet folds, until Kandyse is shaking and jerking, begging her to stop and not to stop. She doesn't, until Kandyse comes hard, convulsing, with Tricia's name on her lips.
The last bottle is for Tricia. She drinks and pulls Kandyse upright, their breasts touching. The sharp taste of tequila mixed with her own liquor flows into Kandyse's mouth as they kiss.
(I also started Trucco and Jamie, but then the game was over, boo. I may still write it, though, since fic avoidance is classic)
All ADULT, obviously, and feel free to pretend it's some random alt-verse where none of the people involved are married, since I did.
It's a hot day in the valley when they decide to go riding their bikes. No one else wants to come. It's almost a hundred degrees, and leathers and helmets will be worse. But the canyons beckon and he never can resist riding fast. Or Tricia.
She pulls off in the shade of a giant oak and he follows. She shakes her head after she takes off her helmet and he doesn't know how her hair isn't sweaty, but it looks soft, framing her face. Her skin has a light sheen on it, making her glow. Sometimes she hurts to look at, she's so beautiful.
She lays her jacket on her seat, and his eye catches a bead of sweat sliding down into the cleavage of her tanktop. He licks dry lips and jerks his gaze away.
But Tricia notices. She always notices.
She smiles and seems to float closer - all long legs in slim jeans. Legs he can't wait to feel wrapped around him again, no matter how wrong it is. She's carrying a water bottle and with a mischievous smile, dumps it down her shirt, so the cotton molds to her breasts and he can see she's not wearing a bra. "Oops," she teases. "But it feels good, you should try it."
He can't take the tease and reaches for her. Her fingers are cool as she slides them under his sweat-soaked shirt to his back. Her mouth clings to his.
His hands cup her breasts, fingering her nipples through the damp fabric.
"Missed you," she whispers as she arches into his body, fluid as a dancer, and he kisses the long line of her neck. He opens her pants and he has to swallow at the feel of her - slick and hot under his fingers as he finds her clit. "Oh, I missed this the most," she breathes and spreads her legs more for him, leaning against his bike. She gasps when he pushes his fingers inside and then flushes spectacularly, panting as he brushes her swollen clit.
Shuddering down from her quick climax, she grabs him for another kiss, this one heated with more tongue. Then she pulls back and smiles, like the gorgeous temptress she is, "Your turn."
and then there was sudden femslash! Which, as you all know, is not something I do, generally. And certainly not RPF.
Tricia's wearing black Manolos and a black thong. That's all, and Kandyse can't help but watch her naked breasts as she crawls across the bed, holding a fistful of tiny bottles from the hotel wet bar.
"I think I'll start with Scotch." She unscrews the miniature bottle. Tricia watches Kandyse's face as she pours the Scotch into the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, and the little hollow above her public hair. Kandyse shivers. "You have the most beautiful skin," Tricia murmurs and leans down to drink it all.
Kandyse spreads her legs when Tricia reaches that last pool of Scotch, but Tricia laughs softly. "Not yet, Kandy cane. You taste too good to rush."
The next one is Kahlua, poured on her breasts, so it trickles from nipples down, and Kandyse arches with need before Tricia touches her. "Tricia..."
That tongue should be illegal. Kandyse squirms, until Tricia grabs her wrists in one hand and holds them down over her head. She could free herself, but she doesn't want to, not when Tricia's licking her nipples into hard peaks. The pit of her stomach is tight, and her clit is throbbing. "Tricia, please..."
Amaretto is next, and Kandyse can hardly stand the heated desire that rushes through her at Tricia's soft prompt, "Lift your legs wide. Show me."
Kandyse opens for her eagerly and shudders as Tricia pours the liquor between her legs, onto her clit and on her vulva. Then, thank God, her mouth follows - tongue lapping at her clit and penetrating her wet folds, until Kandyse is shaking and jerking, begging her to stop and not to stop. She doesn't, until Kandyse comes hard, convulsing, with Tricia's name on her lips.
The last bottle is for Tricia. She drinks and pulls Kandyse upright, their breasts touching. The sharp taste of tequila mixed with her own liquor flows into Kandyse's mouth as they kiss.
(I also started Trucco and Jamie, but then the game was over, boo. I may still write it, though, since fic avoidance is classic)