Christmas wish-list fic for the_girl_20
Title: Luxury Accomodations
Author: textfiend
Fandom: Facts of Life
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Disclaimer: The Facts of Life and its characters are not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Notes: the_girl_20's prompt was "Adverse weather means that a planned romantic weekend in Manhattan becomes a night in the Peekskill Ritz." This story is completely plotless, but she assured me that was okay. Thanks to takethisstep for the beta.
Jo paused outside the door. She had been about to stamp her feet to shake off the snow, but it occurred to her that Blair might still be asleep inside. Then again, it was almost ten in the morning, and she couldn't expect to sleep all day.
Stay in bed all day, maybe.
With a grin, Jo went to work jarring snow from her boots, making a small racket in the process. Then she juggled her armload of packages to free up one hand so that she could unlock the motel room door. Sure enough, a tousled blonde head was just emerging from the pile of blankets on the bed, brown eyes blinking sleepily.
"Don't move," Jo said, stepping into the room and onto the towels they'd laid out the previous night. This dump of a motel didn't provide welcome mats, so they'd had to improvise to keep the floor from becoming one big puddle overnight. Not that there was that much floor to worry about. The bed was only a few feet from the door. Jo unloaded her packages onto the tiny nightstand without having to budge off the towels.
"Where've you been?" Blair asked, struggling to a sitting position. "You look like the Abominable Snowman."
Jo shook her head rapidly, watching clumps of white scatter in all directions. "Still coming down. The wind's much better, though."
"What's all this?"
"Breakfast in bed." Jo reached into her pockets and produced two little bottles of orange juice, one in each hand. She set them down next to the stack of polystyrene foam containers. It had been a lucky break to find the greasy spoon across the street open for business. The storm probably had most of Peekskill stuck in their homes. Just trekking through the motel parking lot and across McMahon Road had taken Jo fifteen minutes. None of the streets or sidewalks were cleared yet.
"You must be freezing."
She shrugged, then grinned. The mood she was in this morning, she would have gone three or four -- heck, ten times as far if she'd had to. And whistled the whole damn way. "I called Mrs. G from the diner," she said as she took off her coat. "Let her know we were okay."
"How did she sound?"
"Um... puzzled. She can't believe you're voluntarily staying here."
The trains hadn't been running and the roads had been far too bad to even consider taking the bike -- not that they could have fit Blair's luggage on it anyway. So much for their weekend in the city. "Disappointed" didn't even begin to cover Jo's feelings, and apparently Blair felt the same way, judging by the tantrum she had thrown. Unable to change the weather or make the plows work faster, Jo had offered the only suggestion she could think of, assuming even as she said it that Blair would reject it out of hand. That Blair had immediately agreed was evidence of just how badly they'd both been looking forward to being alone.
"Did you tell her how you promised to wait on me hand and foot?" Blair leaned forward to hug her blanket-covered knees. "To take such good care of me that I'd never know the difference between this and a real hotel?"
"I told her you've developed a whole new appreciation for this place."
Blair raised her eyebrows. "If you said it like that, she'll definitely start suspecting something."
Only after the taxi had been called had they discussed how to explain their change of plans to Mrs. Garrett and their roommates. What possible excuse could justify spending a weekend together at the Ritz Motel, just a ten-minute drive from their home? In the end, unable to come up with anything, they had decided the risk of suspicion was one they were willing to take. It had been that long.
Jo kicked off her boots and flung her scarf toward the coat rack without looking. One more step and she had one knee up on the bed. Blair's eyes, still hooded from sleep, raked over her body.
"The bottoms of your pant legs are wet."
"Who." Jo braced herself with both hands on the mattress. "Cares." She leaned in and met Blair's lips with her own.
Not two seconds later, a palm on her upper chest was pushing her back.
"God, your skin is like ice!"
"So warm me up." She leaned in again and this time Blair didn't resist. Even after last night's thorough explorations, it was still a luxury to kiss her, just kiss her, knowing with total certainty that they wouldn't be interrupted by roommates or phone calls or anything else. Jo revelled in the leisurely pace, the flutter of Blair's warm breath on her face, the soft sounds Blair made in the back of her throat. The room was silent otherwise. Snowdrifts insulated them from the outside world on two sides, and the lack of noise from behind thin walls suggested that there were no guests in the adjacent rooms today. The storm didn't make for easy travelling, but it had carved out a secluded little haven for two college students who'd been stealing kisses -- and only occasionally more -- behind closed doors for months.
The kiss slowed to a stop.
"That food better not be cold," Blair said.
Chuckling, Jo sat back on her haunches and twisted to lift the stack of containers from the table to the bed between them. When the food was opened and plastic cutlery divided between them, she propped a pillow against the headboard and started to get under the covers.
"Uh-uh-uh," Blair sing-songed. "You can get in, but those jeans stay out."
"Yes ma'am."
* * * * * * * * * *
In a t-shirt, sweater, and underwear, Jo sat up against the headboard, her feet planted on the mattress and her knees bent. Blair was nestled between her legs, leaning back against her chest. The position made it slightly difficult to eat, but Jo wasn't complaining. Blair had wimpered when Jo's cold feet had touched her legs under the layers of blankets but now she was suffering in silence. Jo figured that, like herself, the blonde was willing to put up with anything to keep enjoying this much skin-on-skin contact.
Blair was, after all, naked under the covers.
That was another thing making it hard to eat.
Carefully navigating another forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth, Jo rubbed her free hand up and down Blair's arm. The shiver that provoked, along with the goosebumps that appeared, made her pull her hand away. "Sorry."
Without a word, Blair grabbed her hand and pulled it under the blankets, where it promptly found warmer flesh to caress. Jo grinned and tickled Blair's thigh, just to make her squirm. The skin was so soft, she couldn't just rest her hand there -- her fingertips were constantly moving, taking full advantage of this rare opportunity. Unlimited access, with no time limit! No rush to escalate things, either. She could stroke this particular patch of skin for hours, if she wanted to. Or even better... She slid her hand up, going as high as she could without leaving the shelter of the covers.
She hadn't even realized she'd stopped eating until Blair nudged her with an elbow.
"You need to keep your strength up."
"Huh?" Jo's roaming hand stilled. She looked down at her other hand. She still held the fork, but it was resting in the container of eggs. "Oh."
"Don't stop what you're doing," Blair said, a little breathless and a little amused. "Just finish your breakfast while you're doing it."
Jo complied. It required a considerable amount of concentration, kind of like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time, but if anybody deserved credit for the achievement, it was Blair. How she could go on eating bacon and toast while on the receiving end was beyond Jo. Not that Blair was unaffected by what was going on under the blankets. As the minutes passed, her breathing got a little more ragged, her back arched and her feet shifted restlessly against the mattress.
"What have you got planned for today that's so strenuous?" Jo murmured into her ear.
"Not strenuous, necessarily. But your endurance may be tested."
Jo swigged the last of her juice, then licked her lips. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, specifically?"
"I hadn't thought in specifics." Blair finished her toast and brushed crumbs from her hands. "More like... sensations."
Dipping her head to kiss Blair's shoulder, Jo made an appreciative sound in the back of her throat. She nosed blonde hair aside so that her mouth could travel inward to the juncture of neck and shoulder, the familiar taste proving far more appetizing than the food she'd just consumed.
"You know what I would like?" Blair said after a minute.
"What?"
"A massage. I always get one when I'm at the real Ritz."
"Yeah?"
"That's how you know you're staying at a quality hotel. They have professional masseurs on staff." She twisted her head to flash a grin at Jo. "But you'll do in a pinch."
"I'll give you a pinch," Jo growled, taking hold of a particularly sensitive bit of flesh. Blair squealed and wriggled forward, out of the brunette's reach. She climbed out of the bed, taking the topmost blanket with her and wrapping it swiftly around herself.
"But first--" She pointed toward the tiny bathroom.
While she answered the call of nature, Jo cleared the empty food containers from the bed, working quickly and diving back under the covers as soon as possible. Blair's exit seemed to have taken all the light and heat from the room. Jo squirmed down until just her head poked out of the blankets. Her gaze roamed the dingy, drab walls, and an idle thought rose up: she wondered if this wallpaper was the same as in that other room, the one she and Eddie had rented on another frigid day four years before.
She'd been trying not to make comparisons. What would be the point? The night had ended in tears and it still hurt a little to think about it. It was actually a little embarrassing, too. The memories made her roll her eyes at her younger self: blushing as Eddie requested and paid for one double bed, forcing a smile as Eddie carried her over the threshold, biting her lip as she changed into a silk nightgown because Eddie wanted to see her in it. She had tried so hard, stretched so far beyond her comfort zone to be the kind of girl he wanted. She'd thought, for a while there, that it was the right thing to do. Thank God she'd eventually seen the light.
This time around, Jo had paid for the room. Nobody had carried anybody over the threshold -- though she and Blair had almost gotten stuck in the doorway when they both tried to enter at once, their haste making them clumsy. And a short time later, she had made Blair bite her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.
The bathroom door opened. "What are you grinning about?"
Jo trailed her eyes down Blair's barely-covered body. She raised her eyebrows pointedly.
"Well, yeah, but... you're practically giddy."
Jo shrugged. "I feel good," she said simply.
Blair regarded her seriously for a moment. "Good." Then, in a teasing tone: "But you're supposed to be making me feel good, remember? You promised."
Tossing back the covers -- cold air be damned -- Jo shifted onto her knees, leaving plenty of room for Blair to lie down. "Then get over here. And lose the blanket."
Blair smiled. "Yes ma'am."
Author: textfiend
Fandom: Facts of Life
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Disclaimer: The Facts of Life and its characters are not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Notes: the_girl_20's prompt was "Adverse weather means that a planned romantic weekend in Manhattan becomes a night in the Peekskill Ritz." This story is completely plotless, but she assured me that was okay. Thanks to takethisstep for the beta.
Jo paused outside the door. She had been about to stamp her feet to shake off the snow, but it occurred to her that Blair might still be asleep inside. Then again, it was almost ten in the morning, and she couldn't expect to sleep all day.
Stay in bed all day, maybe.
With a grin, Jo went to work jarring snow from her boots, making a small racket in the process. Then she juggled her armload of packages to free up one hand so that she could unlock the motel room door. Sure enough, a tousled blonde head was just emerging from the pile of blankets on the bed, brown eyes blinking sleepily.
"Don't move," Jo said, stepping into the room and onto the towels they'd laid out the previous night. This dump of a motel didn't provide welcome mats, so they'd had to improvise to keep the floor from becoming one big puddle overnight. Not that there was that much floor to worry about. The bed was only a few feet from the door. Jo unloaded her packages onto the tiny nightstand without having to budge off the towels.
"Where've you been?" Blair asked, struggling to a sitting position. "You look like the Abominable Snowman."
Jo shook her head rapidly, watching clumps of white scatter in all directions. "Still coming down. The wind's much better, though."
"What's all this?"
"Breakfast in bed." Jo reached into her pockets and produced two little bottles of orange juice, one in each hand. She set them down next to the stack of polystyrene foam containers. It had been a lucky break to find the greasy spoon across the street open for business. The storm probably had most of Peekskill stuck in their homes. Just trekking through the motel parking lot and across McMahon Road had taken Jo fifteen minutes. None of the streets or sidewalks were cleared yet.
"You must be freezing."
She shrugged, then grinned. The mood she was in this morning, she would have gone three or four -- heck, ten times as far if she'd had to. And whistled the whole damn way. "I called Mrs. G from the diner," she said as she took off her coat. "Let her know we were okay."
"How did she sound?"
"Um... puzzled. She can't believe you're voluntarily staying here."
The trains hadn't been running and the roads had been far too bad to even consider taking the bike -- not that they could have fit Blair's luggage on it anyway. So much for their weekend in the city. "Disappointed" didn't even begin to cover Jo's feelings, and apparently Blair felt the same way, judging by the tantrum she had thrown. Unable to change the weather or make the plows work faster, Jo had offered the only suggestion she could think of, assuming even as she said it that Blair would reject it out of hand. That Blair had immediately agreed was evidence of just how badly they'd both been looking forward to being alone.
"Did you tell her how you promised to wait on me hand and foot?" Blair leaned forward to hug her blanket-covered knees. "To take such good care of me that I'd never know the difference between this and a real hotel?"
"I told her you've developed a whole new appreciation for this place."
Blair raised her eyebrows. "If you said it like that, she'll definitely start suspecting something."
Only after the taxi had been called had they discussed how to explain their change of plans to Mrs. Garrett and their roommates. What possible excuse could justify spending a weekend together at the Ritz Motel, just a ten-minute drive from their home? In the end, unable to come up with anything, they had decided the risk of suspicion was one they were willing to take. It had been that long.
Jo kicked off her boots and flung her scarf toward the coat rack without looking. One more step and she had one knee up on the bed. Blair's eyes, still hooded from sleep, raked over her body.
"The bottoms of your pant legs are wet."
"Who." Jo braced herself with both hands on the mattress. "Cares." She leaned in and met Blair's lips with her own.
Not two seconds later, a palm on her upper chest was pushing her back.
"God, your skin is like ice!"
"So warm me up." She leaned in again and this time Blair didn't resist. Even after last night's thorough explorations, it was still a luxury to kiss her, just kiss her, knowing with total certainty that they wouldn't be interrupted by roommates or phone calls or anything else. Jo revelled in the leisurely pace, the flutter of Blair's warm breath on her face, the soft sounds Blair made in the back of her throat. The room was silent otherwise. Snowdrifts insulated them from the outside world on two sides, and the lack of noise from behind thin walls suggested that there were no guests in the adjacent rooms today. The storm didn't make for easy travelling, but it had carved out a secluded little haven for two college students who'd been stealing kisses -- and only occasionally more -- behind closed doors for months.
The kiss slowed to a stop.
"That food better not be cold," Blair said.
Chuckling, Jo sat back on her haunches and twisted to lift the stack of containers from the table to the bed between them. When the food was opened and plastic cutlery divided between them, she propped a pillow against the headboard and started to get under the covers.
"Uh-uh-uh," Blair sing-songed. "You can get in, but those jeans stay out."
"Yes ma'am."
* * * * * * * * * *
In a t-shirt, sweater, and underwear, Jo sat up against the headboard, her feet planted on the mattress and her knees bent. Blair was nestled between her legs, leaning back against her chest. The position made it slightly difficult to eat, but Jo wasn't complaining. Blair had wimpered when Jo's cold feet had touched her legs under the layers of blankets but now she was suffering in silence. Jo figured that, like herself, the blonde was willing to put up with anything to keep enjoying this much skin-on-skin contact.
Blair was, after all, naked under the covers.
That was another thing making it hard to eat.
Carefully navigating another forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth, Jo rubbed her free hand up and down Blair's arm. The shiver that provoked, along with the goosebumps that appeared, made her pull her hand away. "Sorry."
Without a word, Blair grabbed her hand and pulled it under the blankets, where it promptly found warmer flesh to caress. Jo grinned and tickled Blair's thigh, just to make her squirm. The skin was so soft, she couldn't just rest her hand there -- her fingertips were constantly moving, taking full advantage of this rare opportunity. Unlimited access, with no time limit! No rush to escalate things, either. She could stroke this particular patch of skin for hours, if she wanted to. Or even better... She slid her hand up, going as high as she could without leaving the shelter of the covers.
She hadn't even realized she'd stopped eating until Blair nudged her with an elbow.
"You need to keep your strength up."
"Huh?" Jo's roaming hand stilled. She looked down at her other hand. She still held the fork, but it was resting in the container of eggs. "Oh."
"Don't stop what you're doing," Blair said, a little breathless and a little amused. "Just finish your breakfast while you're doing it."
Jo complied. It required a considerable amount of concentration, kind of like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time, but if anybody deserved credit for the achievement, it was Blair. How she could go on eating bacon and toast while on the receiving end was beyond Jo. Not that Blair was unaffected by what was going on under the blankets. As the minutes passed, her breathing got a little more ragged, her back arched and her feet shifted restlessly against the mattress.
"What have you got planned for today that's so strenuous?" Jo murmured into her ear.
"Not strenuous, necessarily. But your endurance may be tested."
Jo swigged the last of her juice, then licked her lips. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, specifically?"
"I hadn't thought in specifics." Blair finished her toast and brushed crumbs from her hands. "More like... sensations."
Dipping her head to kiss Blair's shoulder, Jo made an appreciative sound in the back of her throat. She nosed blonde hair aside so that her mouth could travel inward to the juncture of neck and shoulder, the familiar taste proving far more appetizing than the food she'd just consumed.
"You know what I would like?" Blair said after a minute.
"What?"
"A massage. I always get one when I'm at the real Ritz."
"Yeah?"
"That's how you know you're staying at a quality hotel. They have professional masseurs on staff." She twisted her head to flash a grin at Jo. "But you'll do in a pinch."
"I'll give you a pinch," Jo growled, taking hold of a particularly sensitive bit of flesh. Blair squealed and wriggled forward, out of the brunette's reach. She climbed out of the bed, taking the topmost blanket with her and wrapping it swiftly around herself.
"But first--" She pointed toward the tiny bathroom.
While she answered the call of nature, Jo cleared the empty food containers from the bed, working quickly and diving back under the covers as soon as possible. Blair's exit seemed to have taken all the light and heat from the room. Jo squirmed down until just her head poked out of the blankets. Her gaze roamed the dingy, drab walls, and an idle thought rose up: she wondered if this wallpaper was the same as in that other room, the one she and Eddie had rented on another frigid day four years before.
She'd been trying not to make comparisons. What would be the point? The night had ended in tears and it still hurt a little to think about it. It was actually a little embarrassing, too. The memories made her roll her eyes at her younger self: blushing as Eddie requested and paid for one double bed, forcing a smile as Eddie carried her over the threshold, biting her lip as she changed into a silk nightgown because Eddie wanted to see her in it. She had tried so hard, stretched so far beyond her comfort zone to be the kind of girl he wanted. She'd thought, for a while there, that it was the right thing to do. Thank God she'd eventually seen the light.
This time around, Jo had paid for the room. Nobody had carried anybody over the threshold -- though she and Blair had almost gotten stuck in the doorway when they both tried to enter at once, their haste making them clumsy. And a short time later, she had made Blair bite her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.
The bathroom door opened. "What are you grinning about?"
Jo trailed her eyes down Blair's barely-covered body. She raised her eyebrows pointedly.
"Well, yeah, but... you're practically giddy."
Jo shrugged. "I feel good," she said simply.
Blair regarded her seriously for a moment. "Good." Then, in a teasing tone: "But you're supposed to be making me feel good, remember? You promised."
Tossing back the covers -- cold air be damned -- Jo shifted onto her knees, leaving plenty of room for Blair to lie down. "Then get over here. And lose the blanket."
Blair smiled. "Yes ma'am."