This is to a girl who got into my head
Title: Distractions
Fandom:RPF
Pairing: Eliza Dushku/Jensen Ackles
Rating: Meh, high PG-13, it's nothing explicit
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once, although awoken and I like to dream.
One thing nobody ever knew about Jensen Ackles was the fact that he was a total blanket whore. It didn’t matter if there were two blankets, or twenty. By the time the sun came up, they would all be bunched up around him on his side of the bed leaving his partner completely exposed. Today was no exception, and he gently tugged the sheets over his back, making Eliza shiver and snuggle up closer.
“God, Jen,” she mumbled. “Have you ever heard of sharing?” She opened one eye, waiting for a response but got nothing but a muffled moan. “Someone’s having a good dream,” she said smugly, staying perfectly still so he wouldn‘t wake up. So maybe she wouldn’t elbow him in the ribs as was previously planned. This could be better than reality TV.
Jensen turned in this sleep, nuzzling his pillow. “God, that feels good…”
Eliza slid closer, pressing slow kisses up to his earlobe before murmuring in his ear, “What feels good, baby? Do it again if you ask nicely.”
“Mmm…do it again, Jared.”
“Jared!?” Eliza screeched, not caring that she had probably just cost her boyfriend ten percent of his hearing.
Jensen laughed, burying his face in his pillow. “Couldn’t resist, you seemed really into that.”
“Fucker,” Eliza grumbled, elbowing him in the stomach.
“Ow! Now was that really necessary, baby?”
“Don’t you baby me. That was mean.” She pouted, nuzzling his neck. “Don’t want my boyfriend stolen by some charming Texan with better hair than me.”
“No worries. He takes longer to get ready than you.”
“Mmm… lucky me,” she murmured, nuzzling his neck. “When do you have to go in?”
Jensen blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the bright green glare of his alarm clock. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Ten. So the way I see it, we have about fifteen minutes to do whatever it is that you’re planning in that devious little head of yours.”
“Good thing you’re already naked,” Eliza replied, grinning wickedly.
“Again!? Fell asleep like three hours ago, Dushku! There’s a point where sex starts to feel not so good anymore, you know.”
“Good thing you’ve had three hours to recuperate then,” she chirped, nudging him over on his back. “I’ll even do all the work.”
“Ooh, love when you… hey!” Jensen narrowed his eyes, giving her his best responsible adult look. “I have a show to film. A very important show where we vanquish demons and make countless jokes about rock salt!”
She nodded. “I noticed. I also noticed I did a show just like it except we had lesbian witches and hot chicks with super powers. I think we kinda won.”
Jensen gasped, his mouth falling open in false shock as he tried to sit up. “Oh that is it! No sex for you!”
“Jen!”
“Eliza!”
“Jen!”
“No! We can’t have anymore sex for two reasons. One: We now have four minutes and god knows it takes you longer than that to have a decent orgasm. And two: have I mentioned the work thing?”
She sighed, collapsing back into the pillows dramatically. “Fine, go to work and hang out with Jared. I’ll be here…naked… with my vibrator.”
“You know that’s not fair.”
“It’s perfectly fair.” She leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Now go, I’ll try not to miss you too much.”
He sighed, slowly walking over to his dresser giving Eliza a view she would never get tired of. “You know I’d stay if I could. We have about a month left of shooting, you know that.”
“I know. It’s just I’ll be shooting too, remember?”
“The thing about the group sex?”
She rolled her eyes, tugging the covers over her shoulders. “It has a name, you know. Whenever you call it the thing about the group sex you make me sound like a porn star.”
He grinned, tugging some jeans over his boxers as he turned to face her. “You’d be an awesome porn star. Still have the Bring It On outfit?”
She tossed a pillow at his head, wincing as it missed and hit the mirror before taking out two bottles of cologne in it’s path. “Oops!”
“You’re lucky it didn’t break the mirror! That’s seven years bad luck! Nice one, Faith.”
“You deserved it, porn boy!” Her expression softened, a grin playing at the corners of her lips. “Maybe you should make a porno with Jared.”
Jensen tugged his shirt over his head, groaning. “When will everyone shut up about me and Jared!? Why does everyone care?”
“Because it’s hot? Seriously, I’d watch it.”
“You’re so delusional.” He said, shaking his head before checking out his reflection in the mirror. “How do I look?”
“Hot.”
“No sex hair?”
“Nope.” She smirked, letting the sheets drop to show a peek of her breasts. “Why, you want some?”
“Evil! I’m out of here before you seduce me.” He walked over, kissing her gently, murmuring against her lips. “Love you.”
“Mmm…love you too.” She pulled away, grinning. “Hey, Jen?”
“Yeah?”
“You do realize you owe me at least three orgasms when you get home, right?”
“Three?! How did we get up to three all the sudden!?”
“Don’t argue.”
He grinned, making his way out the door. “I never do.”
Fandom:RPF
Pairing: Eliza Dushku/Jensen Ackles
Rating: Meh, high PG-13, it's nothing explicit
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once, although awoken and I like to dream.
One thing nobody ever knew about Jensen Ackles was the fact that he was a total blanket whore. It didn’t matter if there were two blankets, or twenty. By the time the sun came up, they would all be bunched up around him on his side of the bed leaving his partner completely exposed. Today was no exception, and he gently tugged the sheets over his back, making Eliza shiver and snuggle up closer.
“God, Jen,” she mumbled. “Have you ever heard of sharing?” She opened one eye, waiting for a response but got nothing but a muffled moan. “Someone’s having a good dream,” she said smugly, staying perfectly still so he wouldn‘t wake up. So maybe she wouldn’t elbow him in the ribs as was previously planned. This could be better than reality TV.
Jensen turned in this sleep, nuzzling his pillow. “God, that feels good…”
Eliza slid closer, pressing slow kisses up to his earlobe before murmuring in his ear, “What feels good, baby? Do it again if you ask nicely.”
“Mmm…do it again, Jared.”
“Jared!?” Eliza screeched, not caring that she had probably just cost her boyfriend ten percent of his hearing.
Jensen laughed, burying his face in his pillow. “Couldn’t resist, you seemed really into that.”
“Fucker,” Eliza grumbled, elbowing him in the stomach.
“Ow! Now was that really necessary, baby?”
“Don’t you baby me. That was mean.” She pouted, nuzzling his neck. “Don’t want my boyfriend stolen by some charming Texan with better hair than me.”
“No worries. He takes longer to get ready than you.”
“Mmm… lucky me,” she murmured, nuzzling his neck. “When do you have to go in?”
Jensen blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the bright green glare of his alarm clock. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Ten. So the way I see it, we have about fifteen minutes to do whatever it is that you’re planning in that devious little head of yours.”
“Good thing you’re already naked,” Eliza replied, grinning wickedly.
“Again!? Fell asleep like three hours ago, Dushku! There’s a point where sex starts to feel not so good anymore, you know.”
“Good thing you’ve had three hours to recuperate then,” she chirped, nudging him over on his back. “I’ll even do all the work.”
“Ooh, love when you… hey!” Jensen narrowed his eyes, giving her his best responsible adult look. “I have a show to film. A very important show where we vanquish demons and make countless jokes about rock salt!”
She nodded. “I noticed. I also noticed I did a show just like it except we had lesbian witches and hot chicks with super powers. I think we kinda won.”
Jensen gasped, his mouth falling open in false shock as he tried to sit up. “Oh that is it! No sex for you!”
“Jen!”
“Eliza!”
“Jen!”
“No! We can’t have anymore sex for two reasons. One: We now have four minutes and god knows it takes you longer than that to have a decent orgasm. And two: have I mentioned the work thing?”
She sighed, collapsing back into the pillows dramatically. “Fine, go to work and hang out with Jared. I’ll be here…naked… with my vibrator.”
“You know that’s not fair.”
“It’s perfectly fair.” She leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Now go, I’ll try not to miss you too much.”
He sighed, slowly walking over to his dresser giving Eliza a view she would never get tired of. “You know I’d stay if I could. We have about a month left of shooting, you know that.”
“I know. It’s just I’ll be shooting too, remember?”
“The thing about the group sex?”
She rolled her eyes, tugging the covers over her shoulders. “It has a name, you know. Whenever you call it the thing about the group sex you make me sound like a porn star.”
He grinned, tugging some jeans over his boxers as he turned to face her. “You’d be an awesome porn star. Still have the Bring It On outfit?”
She tossed a pillow at his head, wincing as it missed and hit the mirror before taking out two bottles of cologne in it’s path. “Oops!”
“You’re lucky it didn’t break the mirror! That’s seven years bad luck! Nice one, Faith.”
“You deserved it, porn boy!” Her expression softened, a grin playing at the corners of her lips. “Maybe you should make a porno with Jared.”
Jensen tugged his shirt over his head, groaning. “When will everyone shut up about me and Jared!? Why does everyone care?”
“Because it’s hot? Seriously, I’d watch it.”
“You’re so delusional.” He said, shaking his head before checking out his reflection in the mirror. “How do I look?”
“Hot.”
“No sex hair?”
“Nope.” She smirked, letting the sheets drop to show a peek of her breasts. “Why, you want some?”
“Evil! I’m out of here before you seduce me.” He walked over, kissing her gently, murmuring against her lips. “Love you.”
“Mmm…love you too.” She pulled away, grinning. “Hey, Jen?”
“Yeah?”
“You do realize you owe me at least three orgasms when you get home, right?”
“Three?! How did we get up to three all the sudden!?”
“Don’t argue.”
He grinned, making his way out the door. “I never do.”