The Delicate Wonder of a Secret Gay Affair (Hollywood Edition) (Grey's RPF, Kate/Katie)
Title: The Delicate Wonder of a Secret Gay Affair (Hollywood Edition)
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Kate Walsh/Katie Heigl
Word Count: 1,335
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kate's a spin-off having jerk. Katie's not as good as everyone else. Will sex ensue?
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Well, Katie was pissy about her salary. But Kate being hated for getting a spin-off is the stuff of tabloids, the two of them having sex is the stuff of very sexy fantasies. So! Not very true is this.
*
"Everyone *really* hates you."
"Hello to you, too. And thanks for not knocking."
Kate throws down her copy of Star (she can't help but read it; it makes reality more entertaining) and moves her feet off the couch. Katie sits down in the now empty space and rests her hand on Kate's knee.
"So," Katie says, drawing out the word. "Hiding out in your trailer because everyone hates your spin-off ass? Or do you just think you're better than us?"
"I think I'm better than everyone else. Especially you. Because I make a lot more money than you do."
"I know, right?" Katie pouts. "I'm not even equal to Choky McHomophobe. Years of not choking people and/or not hating gays and I get zero in return for it."
"Thankfully," Kate says. "You've used those years well."
Katie narrows her eyes. "Even the years I spent on Roswell?"
Kate nods emphatically. "Definitely."
"I suspect you're being insincere, but I pretty much love you for it." Katie's fingertips draw circles against Kate's thigh. "So. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Skepticism returns to Katie's face. "You don't mind that a good chunk of your castmates are being really petty and jerky?"
Kate notices that Katie's hand is moving further up her leg, but tries her best not to react. "I mind, sure." She shrugs. "But what am I going to do? Apologize for getting chosen?"
"I was thinking, like, you badmouth them to me."
"I'm not in the mood to badmouth people."
"Not even Isaiah?" Katie's jaw drops in faux shock. "How could you not be in the mood to badmouth him?"
"What if my badmouthing gets back to him? Then who knows who he'll slur against."
"I'd never tell him. And we're the only ones here."
Katie's hand is now on the uppermost part of Kate's inner thigh, fingers toying with the fabric of her pants.
"We're the only ones here," Katie repeats, "and the door is locked."
"It is?"
"It is. I know because I did it."
"I suspected as much."
"Listen, I know this is getting to you. So, you know, I was thinking I could cheer you up. With sex."
It's a special, very Hollywood thing, Kate thinks, to have your secret lesbian lover offer you her services to cheer you up because everyone's mad you got a spin-off. And it's a very Katie thing for her to not wait for an okay before she starts taking off your pants.
Kate lifts her hips up off the couch despite the fact that Katie already has them down past her knees. Because she *has* to give some form of approval even if Katie's not looking for it. Soon, Kate's panties are on the floor on top of her pants and her blouse is mostly unbuttoned. Katie kisses her hard and fast before she slides to her knees, confirming Kate's suspicion that Katie's in the mood to get each other off as quickly as possible. Spreading her legs further as Katie starts to lick her, Kate sucks in a breath, then lets it out as Katie first flicks her tongue at her clit. Kate slides her hand over one of her breasts, fondling herself as Katie teases her clit. Katie's hand moves up her stomach to roughly play with the breast that Kate's not paying attention to. She pinches Kate's nipple as her lips close over Kate's clit.
For the record, this whole activity is cheering Kate up. A fact Kate confirms for Katie after she comes.
"See, I figured that. Because I'm pretty much awesome."
Katie takes off her shirt and kisses Kate again. Katie unbuttons the top of her jeans and guides Kate's hand inside. She's so wet that it's almost amazing and would *actually* be amazing if Kate didn't figure that Katie had been gearing herself up for this since before she got on set. Kate slides a finger over Katie's clit, then pulls back, then slips two fingers on either side of it. It's awkward, fucking her like this, but Kate's used to it. In fact, this is easier than a lot of the awards show sex they've had, since that was often done standing up and in tight fitting dresses.
But. Anyway.
Kate moves her mouth to one of Katie's breasts, kissing her skin and scraping her teeth over her hardened nipple. Katie holds onto the top of the couch, steadying herself as she rocks her hips against Kate's hand. She makes Kate quicken the pace, leading herself to a swift orgasm against Kate's fingers. Katie, still panting, kisses Kate again.
"This won't change, right?" Katie blurts out. "Now that you're leaving."
"I'm not leaving the country," Kate says. "Or the state. Or the city. I'm not even switching houses."
"But, you know." Katie pulls away, sitting back in her pre-sex spot. "You won't be on *this* set anymore. How do I know you're not going to start having sex with that girl from Judging Amy?"
Kate studies the look of disgust on Katie's face before saying, "Wow. I didn't know you hated Judging Amy so much."
"It's not *that*. I don't really have an opinion on Judging Amy. I have an opinion on you carrying on a secret gay affair with someone new. And my opinion? Is negative."
Kate raises an eyebrow. "You want to be exclusive in our secret gay affair? Are we working our way to a secret gay proposal?"
"You're mocking me. You suck."
"I'm not mocking... entirely."
Katie looks her in the eyes. "I don't want to never see you again now that you're going to be the star of your own show. That's not such a bizarre thing to ask. And I don't want you to sleep with other women. That's... a little hypocritical, but still."
Kate thinks that this is also a special, very Hollywood thing: the pact to keep your secret lesbian love affair going and (somewhat) monogamous despite moving on to another show. And well, this never did happen to her in Chicago or New York. It's never happened in Hollywood before, either, but she's only recently become famous.
"Okay," Kate says. "I promise not to sleep with any women who may be on my show."
Katie moves closer and starts pushing the open blouse down Kate's shoulders. "That includes guest stars."
"Fine. But what if the guest star is someone I've wanted to sleep with forever?"
Katie considers this for a moment as she tosses the shirt to the floor. "You want a list?"
"Maybe."
"A list of women you can sleep with. Like on Friends?"
"I believe that topic might have been brushed upon on that show, yes."
Katie's fingers graze over Kate's nipples. "I'll think about it."
"Do I look like I still need cheering up?" Kate says.
Katie shakes her head. "I just want to have sex with you again. Completely naked sex. Is that okay?"
"It's okay," Kate says as she starts to pull at the waist of Katie's jeans. "I'll be honest, I haven't really been digging the way these are rubbing against me."
"Sorry," Katie says. She pulls away so she can take them off. Her panties meet the same fate. "Better?"
Katie's knee brushes against the inside of her thigh. "Yes."
Katie beams at her expectantly. "And?"
"And what?"
"And you promise to keep having sex with me. Even after you're really *much* better than me and are the star of your own Anatomy and have so much cash you... need ten wallets." She shakes her head. "I was going to come up with something better, but. I didn't."
Kate smiles. "And I promise to keep having sex with you, regardless of how many wallets I need for my wads of cash."
"You better stick to it," Katie says. "Because you're my favorite person I've ever had a secret gay affair with."
Another special, very Hollywood thing is how Kate is pretty sure that's the sweetest thing that's been said to her in years.
END
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Kate Walsh/Katie Heigl
Word Count: 1,335
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kate's a spin-off having jerk. Katie's not as good as everyone else. Will sex ensue?
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Well, Katie was pissy about her salary. But Kate being hated for getting a spin-off is the stuff of tabloids, the two of them having sex is the stuff of very sexy fantasies. So! Not very true is this.
*
"Everyone *really* hates you."
"Hello to you, too. And thanks for not knocking."
Kate throws down her copy of Star (she can't help but read it; it makes reality more entertaining) and moves her feet off the couch. Katie sits down in the now empty space and rests her hand on Kate's knee.
"So," Katie says, drawing out the word. "Hiding out in your trailer because everyone hates your spin-off ass? Or do you just think you're better than us?"
"I think I'm better than everyone else. Especially you. Because I make a lot more money than you do."
"I know, right?" Katie pouts. "I'm not even equal to Choky McHomophobe. Years of not choking people and/or not hating gays and I get zero in return for it."
"Thankfully," Kate says. "You've used those years well."
Katie narrows her eyes. "Even the years I spent on Roswell?"
Kate nods emphatically. "Definitely."
"I suspect you're being insincere, but I pretty much love you for it." Katie's fingertips draw circles against Kate's thigh. "So. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Skepticism returns to Katie's face. "You don't mind that a good chunk of your castmates are being really petty and jerky?"
Kate notices that Katie's hand is moving further up her leg, but tries her best not to react. "I mind, sure." She shrugs. "But what am I going to do? Apologize for getting chosen?"
"I was thinking, like, you badmouth them to me."
"I'm not in the mood to badmouth people."
"Not even Isaiah?" Katie's jaw drops in faux shock. "How could you not be in the mood to badmouth him?"
"What if my badmouthing gets back to him? Then who knows who he'll slur against."
"I'd never tell him. And we're the only ones here."
Katie's hand is now on the uppermost part of Kate's inner thigh, fingers toying with the fabric of her pants.
"We're the only ones here," Katie repeats, "and the door is locked."
"It is?"
"It is. I know because I did it."
"I suspected as much."
"Listen, I know this is getting to you. So, you know, I was thinking I could cheer you up. With sex."
It's a special, very Hollywood thing, Kate thinks, to have your secret lesbian lover offer you her services to cheer you up because everyone's mad you got a spin-off. And it's a very Katie thing for her to not wait for an okay before she starts taking off your pants.
Kate lifts her hips up off the couch despite the fact that Katie already has them down past her knees. Because she *has* to give some form of approval even if Katie's not looking for it. Soon, Kate's panties are on the floor on top of her pants and her blouse is mostly unbuttoned. Katie kisses her hard and fast before she slides to her knees, confirming Kate's suspicion that Katie's in the mood to get each other off as quickly as possible. Spreading her legs further as Katie starts to lick her, Kate sucks in a breath, then lets it out as Katie first flicks her tongue at her clit. Kate slides her hand over one of her breasts, fondling herself as Katie teases her clit. Katie's hand moves up her stomach to roughly play with the breast that Kate's not paying attention to. She pinches Kate's nipple as her lips close over Kate's clit.
For the record, this whole activity is cheering Kate up. A fact Kate confirms for Katie after she comes.
"See, I figured that. Because I'm pretty much awesome."
Katie takes off her shirt and kisses Kate again. Katie unbuttons the top of her jeans and guides Kate's hand inside. She's so wet that it's almost amazing and would *actually* be amazing if Kate didn't figure that Katie had been gearing herself up for this since before she got on set. Kate slides a finger over Katie's clit, then pulls back, then slips two fingers on either side of it. It's awkward, fucking her like this, but Kate's used to it. In fact, this is easier than a lot of the awards show sex they've had, since that was often done standing up and in tight fitting dresses.
But. Anyway.
Kate moves her mouth to one of Katie's breasts, kissing her skin and scraping her teeth over her hardened nipple. Katie holds onto the top of the couch, steadying herself as she rocks her hips against Kate's hand. She makes Kate quicken the pace, leading herself to a swift orgasm against Kate's fingers. Katie, still panting, kisses Kate again.
"This won't change, right?" Katie blurts out. "Now that you're leaving."
"I'm not leaving the country," Kate says. "Or the state. Or the city. I'm not even switching houses."
"But, you know." Katie pulls away, sitting back in her pre-sex spot. "You won't be on *this* set anymore. How do I know you're not going to start having sex with that girl from Judging Amy?"
Kate studies the look of disgust on Katie's face before saying, "Wow. I didn't know you hated Judging Amy so much."
"It's not *that*. I don't really have an opinion on Judging Amy. I have an opinion on you carrying on a secret gay affair with someone new. And my opinion? Is negative."
Kate raises an eyebrow. "You want to be exclusive in our secret gay affair? Are we working our way to a secret gay proposal?"
"You're mocking me. You suck."
"I'm not mocking... entirely."
Katie looks her in the eyes. "I don't want to never see you again now that you're going to be the star of your own show. That's not such a bizarre thing to ask. And I don't want you to sleep with other women. That's... a little hypocritical, but still."
Kate thinks that this is also a special, very Hollywood thing: the pact to keep your secret lesbian love affair going and (somewhat) monogamous despite moving on to another show. And well, this never did happen to her in Chicago or New York. It's never happened in Hollywood before, either, but she's only recently become famous.
"Okay," Kate says. "I promise not to sleep with any women who may be on my show."
Katie moves closer and starts pushing the open blouse down Kate's shoulders. "That includes guest stars."
"Fine. But what if the guest star is someone I've wanted to sleep with forever?"
Katie considers this for a moment as she tosses the shirt to the floor. "You want a list?"
"Maybe."
"A list of women you can sleep with. Like on Friends?"
"I believe that topic might have been brushed upon on that show, yes."
Katie's fingers graze over Kate's nipples. "I'll think about it."
"Do I look like I still need cheering up?" Kate says.
Katie shakes her head. "I just want to have sex with you again. Completely naked sex. Is that okay?"
"It's okay," Kate says as she starts to pull at the waist of Katie's jeans. "I'll be honest, I haven't really been digging the way these are rubbing against me."
"Sorry," Katie says. She pulls away so she can take them off. Her panties meet the same fate. "Better?"
Katie's knee brushes against the inside of her thigh. "Yes."
Katie beams at her expectantly. "And?"
"And what?"
"And you promise to keep having sex with me. Even after you're really *much* better than me and are the star of your own Anatomy and have so much cash you... need ten wallets." She shakes her head. "I was going to come up with something better, but. I didn't."
Kate smiles. "And I promise to keep having sex with you, regardless of how many wallets I need for my wads of cash."
"You better stick to it," Katie says. "Because you're my favorite person I've ever had a secret gay affair with."
Another special, very Hollywood thing is how Kate is pretty sure that's the sweetest thing that's been said to her in years.
END