Fic - Some Days (Dead Like Me - George/Misty) NC17
Title: Some Days
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: George (Milly)/Misty
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Femslash, smut, PWP, snark/humor, language
Word count: 2,191
Summary: George's POV. George is having a bad day and now it only seems to get worst when she finds herself trapped in the copy room with Misty.
A/N: This is my first and so far, only 'Dead Like Me' fanfic. I wrote it on a lark for the heck of it, years ago (like all the way back in 2006). George is a chick, for those that don't know. She's also a grim reaper and she hides her real identity behind the name of Milly (hence why her coworker calls her that).
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Some Days
Some days, there's not a thing that can bother me, not even a reap. However, there will always be days that make up for them - today was definitely one of those days. I knew it from the moment Daisy's annoying voice awoke me from a dream about my fifth birthday. She cheerfully asked me several questions, to which I ignored all and flipped her the bird. Though she took the hint that she might be annoying me, which was rare for her to notice, the damage had already been done to my day. When I saw her later at the Waffle House, I cursed her out and would have poured hot coffee on her if Rube hadn't grabbed the cup out my reach.
"Peanut, what's wrong with you today?" he had asked.
"She woke me up this morning with her cheerfulness!" that's what happened to pop out of my mouth in reply.
So I get childish when I'm having a bad day. Big deal. My annoyance did not dissipate after my morning reap. The couple was easy enough to reap, it was their unfortunate end underneath a fallen tree that was the problem. Maybe if I hadn't been standing so close by I wouldn't have been splattered with a fine mist of blood. Then again, if they had simply drowned, I wouldn't have had to worry about dry cleaning. Again with the childishness, I know. I know. When I got to Happy Time two hours later with a different outfit, I was actually beginning to lighten up. Maybe Dolores' cheerful, though embarrassing, optimism was actually starting to rub off on me. Nah. I think it concerned the dead mouse I left under Daisy's pillow.
Regardless, once I got to Happy Time, the day seemed to laugh at me for thinking I had gotten away so easily. Crystal tripped me as I walked by the water cooler, causing me to become intimate with the water jug for a brief moment in time. I'm not too sure if it was deliberate, but the pain that screamed through my face seemed to disagree; as did my mood. I didn't get the chance to yell at her though because Dolores was on top of me with a first aid kit before I could regain feeling in my face. Half an hour later I was sitting in my cubicle after assuring Dolores for the hundredth time that I was okay. Really, I was okay once the pain had subsided. There was only a small red line above my nose that I was sure would swell by tonight. Under normal circumstances, I wondered if my nose should have been broken instead? For once, I preferred the abnormal circumstance of my lot in life.
Five broken pencils and pens, another fall, and a computer failure later, I found myself trapped in a room with Misty. The copy room to be exact and not really trapped but stuck. Well, I suppose that is the same thing, but whatever. The door wouldn't open no matter what we did and since almost everyone had left home for the day, we were technically trapped until further notice. Somehow, I felt as if though Crystal had something to do with this unfortunate incident.
Misty and I sat at opposite ends of the copy room, not really staring at each other, just bored. I wondered if I was being punished for the dead mouse under Daisy's pillow thing and finally decided that this punishment must have been for something much worse I had done but couldn't remember right now.
Not to say I hated Misty or anything like that, I just felt uncomfortable around her. She was sort of like Daisy, if Daisy had been in the porn industry instead of the movie industry, that is. Not that there was much of a difference between the two industries nowadays. There was also something else that bothered me about Misty, what though, I still wasn't sure of.
"If we're going to be locked in here all night, we could at least talk to each other," Misty finally said, sitting upright.
Personally, I couldn't have disagreed more. "Feel free to talk all you want. I'll just sit here and ignore you until someone opens the door," I replied, perhaps more coldly then I meant.
"You can't be this rigid all the time," she said, not giving up.
"Rigid? Since when am I rigid?"
"Always! You hardly smile, you don't speak much to anyone, you have to be forced to participate in the office's parties, and your always moping about as if someone died."
Someone had, namely me and the couple that I had to reap earlier, but I couldn't tell her that.
"You know what you need, Milly?"
"What's that all-great-and-mighty one?"
"A good fucking," she smiled as she said 'fucking'. I'm sure she loved saying that word if her reputation had any merit.
For once, I wasn't sure what to say in response because in a way, I knew she was right. You can't die a virgin and still be one after a year and not expect much crabbiness to ensue. At least that's what've I heard before from more than one woman. Meeting any guys when you’re a reaper was hard. Nine out of ten times you had a yellow post-it with their name on it and there's not much you can do about it. My bad mood kicked back into high gear as that last thought crossed my mind and I blurted, "What? Like you can give me one?" Where the hell did that come from I wonder?
Misty, oddly enough, wasn't as surprised as I was by my question. If anything, her smile widen. Scary.
"Is that a challenge, Milly?" she asked with that scary grin on her face.
Quirking my eyebrow, I heard myself say, "Maybe." What the hell is wrong with me today? Why couldn't I have fallen down a flight of steps and sprained my ankle so I could have stayed in bed all day? I was beginning to sound desperate, but at the same time, I couldn't resist the urge to see what Misty's reaction would be like. In a way, she disappointed me because she didn't gasp or look disgusted. Instead, she stood and walked the several feet to get to me, before kneeling beside me. She caught me off-guard because I honestly wasn't expecting her to react the way she was. She kissed me full on the mouth like we've done it a million times before. My heart sped up and my face began to burn in embarrassment from the realization that I found her lips tasty. It wasn't like the few guys I'd kissed in the past. This was soft and passionate, hell it was even a little fruity!
The next thing I know, Misty's pushing me to the floor and climbing on top of me. I can feel her breasts against my smaller ones and I am still fascinated by the things she's making me feel, even despite the fact that I know I should not be enjoying any of this. As her fingers slide beneath my blouse, touching the smooth skin of my stomach before stopping to unbutton the shirt, I fight the urge to stop her. To push her off me and beat the shit out of her the way I did to that idiot, Brian, who had tried to steal Dolores wallet. Part of me even works up the energy to do it; to take out my anger on this innocent bystander whom I purposely lead into this situation. That would be so unfair to Misty, not that her whoring ways didn't deserve it. However, the violence that I was about ready to release, disappeared as she freed my breasts from my under-wire bra, god I hate those things, and ran her thumbs over my nipples.
Like butter to a hot knife, I melted under her touch and almost died - again - when her tongue flicked at my nipples. These were things I had never felt, but my body had desperately wanted for so many years. I could tell because of the way I moaned softly as she worked on my breasts, a fire building in the pit of my stomach and moving down to my groin. I knew I was going to regret this later, after all was said and done. There was still time now to stop her, but she slipped her hand under the short skirt I had decided to slip on when I dressed myself the second time. She giggled as she felt the wetness on my panties and I blushed, embarrassed that maybe that was wrong. However, she pushed the panties aside and slid her index finger through my pussy, flicking at my clit and thereby awakening feelings I didn't know were possible.
"Milly, you're a virgin, aren't you?" Misty asked, pulling her hand away from my pussy.
Gulping, I nodded and realized that I was disappointed she had taken her hand away from my crotch. She just smiled again. Despite the way she was making me feel, I was beginning to hate that smile of hers.
"I knew you were lying when you said you had had sex." Shit, she got me. "It's okay. It's been awhile since I popped someone's cherry," she said like it was perfectly normal to say. Misty then caught my lips again and I wanted to lap at her like an attention starved puppy if it would make her touch my crotch again. Then again, I was a little ticked that she had caught me in one of my lies, to be honest.
Misty moved off of me and knelt between my spread knees. She reached up my skirt and pulled my panties down. Since she was in the way, I had to put my legs up in the air so she could slide them over my shoes and off. I wasn't wearing panty hose because I was short on time to get to work and that helped make Misty's exploration of my thighs and pussy easier. With my legs still in the air, she began kissing down my thighs, taking her time on one before she moved to the next. Goosebumps up my arms at the feel of her soft lips against skin so close to my pussy. I'll admit that for a moment, I felt like a little kid who had did something bad and knew they were about to get in trouble but had enjoyed the bad thing. This definitely qualified as something bad, though I was a little relieved to know that I wouldn't get in trouble for this... I mean unless of course Dolores had opened the door just now.
She didn't, but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she might even though I knew she was at home being broadcasted over the web like some piece of meat. What brought me back to the here and now was that Misty had shifted and now had her face was millimeters away from my pussy. Hesitating, she inhaled deeply and I wondered if she was going to be sick. Did I smell down there? I was fairly confident I didn't, but one could never be too positive after a day's work. A breath of air hit my pussy and I shivered involuntarily. What the hell was she doing? Misty probed my virgin hole for a moment before bringing her lips closer and blowing another strong breath of air into me. This time I gasped and arched my back, again involuntarily. Before I could ask why she did that, Misty's tongue was delving into my vagina, stabbing and swirling like she ate women out at least twice a day. Then again, with her reputation...
Either way, my back was arched and I moaned and gasped until I could hardly get air into my lungs. I found myself panting in release too soon. It was strange but I knew I had just had an orgasm of some kind, though I wasn't completely sure if really was one. Apparently, Misty wasn't done either because she shifted slightly and I could feel her tongue on my clit. This time I didn't moan, I could only inhale deeply and begin to shout softly as she worked her mouth magic on my clit. At some point, I felt her fingers slide into my vagina. One, then two, and I was suddenly rocking against her fingers and mouth. My soft shouts turned into throaty gasps and cries of pleasure as she worked me well through two orgasms. When I was finally spent, she moved back on top of me and smiled that now absolutely annoying smile at me.
"Well...?" she teased. I felt too tired to be teased.
"Shut up, Misty," I said, my voice hoarse.
"Oh come on, you can't be tired yet! We've only just begun!"
"Wha...?"
Misty only laughed. I wonder if this was more bad things happening on my already shitty day, or were good things finally shining through? I was too tired to tell.
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Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: George (Milly)/Misty
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Femslash, smut, PWP, snark/humor, language
Word count: 2,191
Summary: George's POV. George is having a bad day and now it only seems to get worst when she finds herself trapped in the copy room with Misty.
A/N: This is my first and so far, only 'Dead Like Me' fanfic. I wrote it on a lark for the heck of it, years ago (like all the way back in 2006). George is a chick, for those that don't know. She's also a grim reaper and she hides her real identity behind the name of Milly (hence why her coworker calls her that).
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Some Days
Some days, there's not a thing that can bother me, not even a reap. However, there will always be days that make up for them - today was definitely one of those days. I knew it from the moment Daisy's annoying voice awoke me from a dream about my fifth birthday. She cheerfully asked me several questions, to which I ignored all and flipped her the bird. Though she took the hint that she might be annoying me, which was rare for her to notice, the damage had already been done to my day. When I saw her later at the Waffle House, I cursed her out and would have poured hot coffee on her if Rube hadn't grabbed the cup out my reach.
"Peanut, what's wrong with you today?" he had asked.
"She woke me up this morning with her cheerfulness!" that's what happened to pop out of my mouth in reply.
So I get childish when I'm having a bad day. Big deal. My annoyance did not dissipate after my morning reap. The couple was easy enough to reap, it was their unfortunate end underneath a fallen tree that was the problem. Maybe if I hadn't been standing so close by I wouldn't have been splattered with a fine mist of blood. Then again, if they had simply drowned, I wouldn't have had to worry about dry cleaning. Again with the childishness, I know. I know. When I got to Happy Time two hours later with a different outfit, I was actually beginning to lighten up. Maybe Dolores' cheerful, though embarrassing, optimism was actually starting to rub off on me. Nah. I think it concerned the dead mouse I left under Daisy's pillow.
Regardless, once I got to Happy Time, the day seemed to laugh at me for thinking I had gotten away so easily. Crystal tripped me as I walked by the water cooler, causing me to become intimate with the water jug for a brief moment in time. I'm not too sure if it was deliberate, but the pain that screamed through my face seemed to disagree; as did my mood. I didn't get the chance to yell at her though because Dolores was on top of me with a first aid kit before I could regain feeling in my face. Half an hour later I was sitting in my cubicle after assuring Dolores for the hundredth time that I was okay. Really, I was okay once the pain had subsided. There was only a small red line above my nose that I was sure would swell by tonight. Under normal circumstances, I wondered if my nose should have been broken instead? For once, I preferred the abnormal circumstance of my lot in life.
Five broken pencils and pens, another fall, and a computer failure later, I found myself trapped in a room with Misty. The copy room to be exact and not really trapped but stuck. Well, I suppose that is the same thing, but whatever. The door wouldn't open no matter what we did and since almost everyone had left home for the day, we were technically trapped until further notice. Somehow, I felt as if though Crystal had something to do with this unfortunate incident.
Misty and I sat at opposite ends of the copy room, not really staring at each other, just bored. I wondered if I was being punished for the dead mouse under Daisy's pillow thing and finally decided that this punishment must have been for something much worse I had done but couldn't remember right now.
Not to say I hated Misty or anything like that, I just felt uncomfortable around her. She was sort of like Daisy, if Daisy had been in the porn industry instead of the movie industry, that is. Not that there was much of a difference between the two industries nowadays. There was also something else that bothered me about Misty, what though, I still wasn't sure of.
"If we're going to be locked in here all night, we could at least talk to each other," Misty finally said, sitting upright.
Personally, I couldn't have disagreed more. "Feel free to talk all you want. I'll just sit here and ignore you until someone opens the door," I replied, perhaps more coldly then I meant.
"You can't be this rigid all the time," she said, not giving up.
"Rigid? Since when am I rigid?"
"Always! You hardly smile, you don't speak much to anyone, you have to be forced to participate in the office's parties, and your always moping about as if someone died."
Someone had, namely me and the couple that I had to reap earlier, but I couldn't tell her that.
"You know what you need, Milly?"
"What's that all-great-and-mighty one?"
"A good fucking," she smiled as she said 'fucking'. I'm sure she loved saying that word if her reputation had any merit.
For once, I wasn't sure what to say in response because in a way, I knew she was right. You can't die a virgin and still be one after a year and not expect much crabbiness to ensue. At least that's what've I heard before from more than one woman. Meeting any guys when you’re a reaper was hard. Nine out of ten times you had a yellow post-it with their name on it and there's not much you can do about it. My bad mood kicked back into high gear as that last thought crossed my mind and I blurted, "What? Like you can give me one?" Where the hell did that come from I wonder?
Misty, oddly enough, wasn't as surprised as I was by my question. If anything, her smile widen. Scary.
"Is that a challenge, Milly?" she asked with that scary grin on her face.
Quirking my eyebrow, I heard myself say, "Maybe." What the hell is wrong with me today? Why couldn't I have fallen down a flight of steps and sprained my ankle so I could have stayed in bed all day? I was beginning to sound desperate, but at the same time, I couldn't resist the urge to see what Misty's reaction would be like. In a way, she disappointed me because she didn't gasp or look disgusted. Instead, she stood and walked the several feet to get to me, before kneeling beside me. She caught me off-guard because I honestly wasn't expecting her to react the way she was. She kissed me full on the mouth like we've done it a million times before. My heart sped up and my face began to burn in embarrassment from the realization that I found her lips tasty. It wasn't like the few guys I'd kissed in the past. This was soft and passionate, hell it was even a little fruity!
The next thing I know, Misty's pushing me to the floor and climbing on top of me. I can feel her breasts against my smaller ones and I am still fascinated by the things she's making me feel, even despite the fact that I know I should not be enjoying any of this. As her fingers slide beneath my blouse, touching the smooth skin of my stomach before stopping to unbutton the shirt, I fight the urge to stop her. To push her off me and beat the shit out of her the way I did to that idiot, Brian, who had tried to steal Dolores wallet. Part of me even works up the energy to do it; to take out my anger on this innocent bystander whom I purposely lead into this situation. That would be so unfair to Misty, not that her whoring ways didn't deserve it. However, the violence that I was about ready to release, disappeared as she freed my breasts from my under-wire bra, god I hate those things, and ran her thumbs over my nipples.
Like butter to a hot knife, I melted under her touch and almost died - again - when her tongue flicked at my nipples. These were things I had never felt, but my body had desperately wanted for so many years. I could tell because of the way I moaned softly as she worked on my breasts, a fire building in the pit of my stomach and moving down to my groin. I knew I was going to regret this later, after all was said and done. There was still time now to stop her, but she slipped her hand under the short skirt I had decided to slip on when I dressed myself the second time. She giggled as she felt the wetness on my panties and I blushed, embarrassed that maybe that was wrong. However, she pushed the panties aside and slid her index finger through my pussy, flicking at my clit and thereby awakening feelings I didn't know were possible.
"Milly, you're a virgin, aren't you?" Misty asked, pulling her hand away from my pussy.
Gulping, I nodded and realized that I was disappointed she had taken her hand away from my crotch. She just smiled again. Despite the way she was making me feel, I was beginning to hate that smile of hers.
"I knew you were lying when you said you had had sex." Shit, she got me. "It's okay. It's been awhile since I popped someone's cherry," she said like it was perfectly normal to say. Misty then caught my lips again and I wanted to lap at her like an attention starved puppy if it would make her touch my crotch again. Then again, I was a little ticked that she had caught me in one of my lies, to be honest.
Misty moved off of me and knelt between my spread knees. She reached up my skirt and pulled my panties down. Since she was in the way, I had to put my legs up in the air so she could slide them over my shoes and off. I wasn't wearing panty hose because I was short on time to get to work and that helped make Misty's exploration of my thighs and pussy easier. With my legs still in the air, she began kissing down my thighs, taking her time on one before she moved to the next. Goosebumps up my arms at the feel of her soft lips against skin so close to my pussy. I'll admit that for a moment, I felt like a little kid who had did something bad and knew they were about to get in trouble but had enjoyed the bad thing. This definitely qualified as something bad, though I was a little relieved to know that I wouldn't get in trouble for this... I mean unless of course Dolores had opened the door just now.
She didn't, but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she might even though I knew she was at home being broadcasted over the web like some piece of meat. What brought me back to the here and now was that Misty had shifted and now had her face was millimeters away from my pussy. Hesitating, she inhaled deeply and I wondered if she was going to be sick. Did I smell down there? I was fairly confident I didn't, but one could never be too positive after a day's work. A breath of air hit my pussy and I shivered involuntarily. What the hell was she doing? Misty probed my virgin hole for a moment before bringing her lips closer and blowing another strong breath of air into me. This time I gasped and arched my back, again involuntarily. Before I could ask why she did that, Misty's tongue was delving into my vagina, stabbing and swirling like she ate women out at least twice a day. Then again, with her reputation...
Either way, my back was arched and I moaned and gasped until I could hardly get air into my lungs. I found myself panting in release too soon. It was strange but I knew I had just had an orgasm of some kind, though I wasn't completely sure if really was one. Apparently, Misty wasn't done either because she shifted slightly and I could feel her tongue on my clit. This time I didn't moan, I could only inhale deeply and begin to shout softly as she worked her mouth magic on my clit. At some point, I felt her fingers slide into my vagina. One, then two, and I was suddenly rocking against her fingers and mouth. My soft shouts turned into throaty gasps and cries of pleasure as she worked me well through two orgasms. When I was finally spent, she moved back on top of me and smiled that now absolutely annoying smile at me.
"Well...?" she teased. I felt too tired to be teased.
"Shut up, Misty," I said, my voice hoarse.
"Oh come on, you can't be tired yet! We've only just begun!"
"Wha...?"
Misty only laughed. I wonder if this was more bad things happening on my already shitty day, or were good things finally shining through? I was too tired to tell.
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