Day 30, The Only One Who Could Ever Reach Me, Son Of A Preacher Man, Narrator/Billy Ray, PG-13
Title: The Only One Who Could Ever Reach Me
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Son Of A Preacher Man (song)
Pairing/character: Narrator/Billy Ray
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The song belongs to Dusty Springfield, the ideas are all mine.
I give interviews all the time. Tell people about my most memorable date, or what my latest flame gave me for Valentine's/my birthday/just because it's Friday. I'll talk, in sutiably vague terms, about how good they are in bed.
And it's not that they're not good... really it isn't.
It's just that most of them try too hard. Or don't try hard enough. And no matter how hard I try, I can't forget when it was just right. No awkward conversation, no faking the orgasm to get it over with. No faking at all, actually... and it's been a lot of years since I could say that.
So give me your actors, your rock stars, your politicians, your celebrities. Wrap them all up and trade them for one sweet, rebellious preacher's son with deep green eyes that make me feel like I'm drowning.
Just thinking about those eyes makes me shiver. I guess it's true what they say, you never forget your first.
BIlly Ray was a rebel. Son of a preacher, you either act just like your daddy or you act as unlike him as you can. There isn't a middle ground. Billy Ray was the second type.
He used to come along when his daddy would visit my mom and dad. Of course we didn't want to stick around the grown ups, and he'd take me walking out through the backyard until we'd get behind a tree and he'd look into my eyes and then he'd start kissing me like there was no tomorrow. God just the memory of the way he'd kiss makes me wet...
I mean, I tried to be a good girl, but when you've got the most gorgeous man you ever met kissing on you, and telling you it was all right, oh and could I get away tonight... yeah. I wasn't able to resist. I'm not even sure I wanted to.
God, the look in his eyes when he asked me if I'd touched myself thinking about him. I had, of course. He told me just how to do it, and when, and he was so damn persuasive - course, if he'd asked me to do it anywhere but in bed or the bath I might've refused. He'd ask me to show him how I'd touched myself and I would, for him. Then he'd show me... we learned from each other, and what we knew and didn't know.
I know my heart broke when his daddy got transferred and Billy Ray moved away.
We tried to keep it going, but five letters and a couple calls... and that was it.
Sometimes I think about finding him again. I could do it - search for his parents through the church. But it wouldn't be the same. I know it wouldn't.
So I try, again and again. Hoping to find someone who can rock my world the way Billy Ray did.
So far it hasn't happened. But I'm not giving up... not yet.
I know he's not the only one who could ever reach me... or at least I hope he isn't...
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Son Of A Preacher Man (song)
Pairing/character: Narrator/Billy Ray
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The song belongs to Dusty Springfield, the ideas are all mine.
I give interviews all the time. Tell people about my most memorable date, or what my latest flame gave me for Valentine's/my birthday/just because it's Friday. I'll talk, in sutiably vague terms, about how good they are in bed.
And it's not that they're not good... really it isn't.
It's just that most of them try too hard. Or don't try hard enough. And no matter how hard I try, I can't forget when it was just right. No awkward conversation, no faking the orgasm to get it over with. No faking at all, actually... and it's been a lot of years since I could say that.
So give me your actors, your rock stars, your politicians, your celebrities. Wrap them all up and trade them for one sweet, rebellious preacher's son with deep green eyes that make me feel like I'm drowning.
Just thinking about those eyes makes me shiver. I guess it's true what they say, you never forget your first.
BIlly Ray was a rebel. Son of a preacher, you either act just like your daddy or you act as unlike him as you can. There isn't a middle ground. Billy Ray was the second type.
He used to come along when his daddy would visit my mom and dad. Of course we didn't want to stick around the grown ups, and he'd take me walking out through the backyard until we'd get behind a tree and he'd look into my eyes and then he'd start kissing me like there was no tomorrow. God just the memory of the way he'd kiss makes me wet...
I mean, I tried to be a good girl, but when you've got the most gorgeous man you ever met kissing on you, and telling you it was all right, oh and could I get away tonight... yeah. I wasn't able to resist. I'm not even sure I wanted to.
God, the look in his eyes when he asked me if I'd touched myself thinking about him. I had, of course. He told me just how to do it, and when, and he was so damn persuasive - course, if he'd asked me to do it anywhere but in bed or the bath I might've refused. He'd ask me to show him how I'd touched myself and I would, for him. Then he'd show me... we learned from each other, and what we knew and didn't know.
I know my heart broke when his daddy got transferred and Billy Ray moved away.
We tried to keep it going, but five letters and a couple calls... and that was it.
Sometimes I think about finding him again. I could do it - search for his parents through the church. But it wouldn't be the same. I know it wouldn't.
So I try, again and again. Hoping to find someone who can rock my world the way Billy Ray did.
So far it hasn't happened. But I'm not giving up... not yet.
I know he's not the only one who could ever reach me... or at least I hope he isn't...