Drabble: Playing House (RPF, Ellen Page/Mark Rendall, R)
Playing House, for poisonarrows
It's wrong, a little, but Ellen's okay with that. And apparently, Mark is too, because his breath is hot against her ear, wondering if this skirt will fit me? He pulls a khaki pleated thing from the back of her closet, and holds it against his lean body. Ellen just half-smirks and nods.
"I'm pretty sure I have a cute top for that," she says, still not exactly sure how this is happening.
"You let me take care of that, Lil P, I'm actually enjoying myself." So she does, sinking her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans, and feeling her heart beat faster as Mark strips down to tighty-whities in order to change. She's seen him like this before--thousands of times--and it hasn't meant a thing. But as he shimmys into her skirt and buttons her blouse across his bare chest, something constricts inside of her.
Ellen presses her lips and her thighs together. "You look pretty," is all she manages to say, but Mark knows what she means, and pulls her against him, her mouth hard and his soft, for a kiss.
"I know," he replies, tugging the hoodie over her head.
It's wrong, a little, but Ellen's okay with that. And apparently, Mark is too, because his breath is hot against her ear, wondering if this skirt will fit me? He pulls a khaki pleated thing from the back of her closet, and holds it against his lean body. Ellen just half-smirks and nods.
"I'm pretty sure I have a cute top for that," she says, still not exactly sure how this is happening.
"You let me take care of that, Lil P, I'm actually enjoying myself." So she does, sinking her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans, and feeling her heart beat faster as Mark strips down to tighty-whities in order to change. She's seen him like this before--thousands of times--and it hasn't meant a thing. But as he shimmys into her skirt and buttons her blouse across his bare chest, something constricts inside of her.
Ellen presses her lips and her thighs together. "You look pretty," is all she manages to say, but Mark knows what she means, and pulls her against him, her mouth hard and his soft, for a kiss.
"I know," he replies, tugging the hoodie over her head.