It's A Shade Of What Could Not Be
Title: After The Party
Author: plazmah
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): RPF
Pairing(s): Emily Deschanel/David Boreanaz
Summary: Another awards show, another opportunity to indulge in temptation.
Notes: I meant this fic to be a full-on smutfest, but alas I am starting to feel my smut writing skills are getting repetitive, so short and sweet fic it is. I don't own Emily or David, sadly. Unbetaed. Enjoy!
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It was routine now, a familiar practice that came so easily that they went through the motions without thinking. He spotted her in the midst of the cameras and reporters and it was like someone flipped a switch on; grin for the photographers, hands around her waist and cheek against hers. It was easy, now, to do this without a second thought. Except that dress... words eluded him. His hands were always on her, somehow, as they walked the carpet, stroking the soft material (but nowhere as soft as her skin) at her hip or the small of her back. The colour threw him for a curve, made it hard to keep his composure. She looked like a precious jewel, shimmering in the light of the setting sun, burning so bright that he wondered why no one else stopped and stared at her, mouth agape. Just as he was trying hard not to.
"I take it you like how I look?" she whispered in his ear (God, right in front of all the cameras), faintly amused.
"Of course. You always look great." he replied casually, maintaining his trademarked photogenic smile on his face.
She chuckled and pressed herself closer to him, her breath warm against his neck. "That's not what I mean and you know it."
It took them a while, but they ran the gauntlet without too many difficulties. In fact, now that they were used to the scheme of these things, they were relaxed and bantering with all the reporters that came their way. He let Emily do most of the talking; she was the star of the show, after all. This way, he could just stand back and watch her, drink in the way she smiled and her sparkling eyes and that dress that shimmered and hugged her body in all the right places.
And besides, he had a feeling that if he had decided to speak, he would have eventually talked about 'our attraction and chemistry' and he wouldn't have been referring to Booth and Brennan at all.
At the end of the night, the towncar was waiting took them back to Emily's place. He didn't dare get greedy, not even as they drove back in comfortable silence. He knew the score; they had run this course enough times to know exactly what to do when, what the precautions and conditions of this relationship was. Only when her door closed behind him did he knew they were finally free, that their moment had arrived. She was kicking off her shoes and dumping her purse on a side table, looking at him expectantly.
"So? Now you can tell me exactly what you think of my outfit." she said with a wink.
David crossed the room and drew her into his arms, grin on his face as they stood nose to nose. "The dress is gorgeous. But if I don't get it off you within the next few minutes, I might just lose my mind."
Emily started to laugh but he cut her off by covering her mouth with his, running his hands down from her shoulders to curve of her ass, feeling her tantalizing body underneath the dress tense with anticipation. She was still laughing into his mouth, and he could feel the curve of her smile against his lips. She pulled him towards the bedroom, never breaking contact, and at the first chance he could get, David pushed the dress off her shoulders, over her hips and down to the floor so that it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of the dress with a certain delicateness, all porcelain skin and lacy black lingerie, and resumed with kissing him, hands skillfully removing his shirt and slacks before the back of her knees bumped against the bed and they tumbled down together, laughing as they went.
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Author: plazmah
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): RPF
Pairing(s): Emily Deschanel/David Boreanaz
Summary: Another awards show, another opportunity to indulge in temptation.
Notes: I meant this fic to be a full-on smutfest, but alas I am starting to feel my smut writing skills are getting repetitive, so short and sweet fic it is. I don't own Emily or David, sadly. Unbetaed. Enjoy!
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It was routine now, a familiar practice that came so easily that they went through the motions without thinking. He spotted her in the midst of the cameras and reporters and it was like someone flipped a switch on; grin for the photographers, hands around her waist and cheek against hers. It was easy, now, to do this without a second thought. Except that dress... words eluded him. His hands were always on her, somehow, as they walked the carpet, stroking the soft material (but nowhere as soft as her skin) at her hip or the small of her back. The colour threw him for a curve, made it hard to keep his composure. She looked like a precious jewel, shimmering in the light of the setting sun, burning so bright that he wondered why no one else stopped and stared at her, mouth agape. Just as he was trying hard not to.
"I take it you like how I look?" she whispered in his ear (God, right in front of all the cameras), faintly amused.
"Of course. You always look great." he replied casually, maintaining his trademarked photogenic smile on his face.
She chuckled and pressed herself closer to him, her breath warm against his neck. "That's not what I mean and you know it."
It took them a while, but they ran the gauntlet without too many difficulties. In fact, now that they were used to the scheme of these things, they were relaxed and bantering with all the reporters that came their way. He let Emily do most of the talking; she was the star of the show, after all. This way, he could just stand back and watch her, drink in the way she smiled and her sparkling eyes and that dress that shimmered and hugged her body in all the right places.
And besides, he had a feeling that if he had decided to speak, he would have eventually talked about 'our attraction and chemistry' and he wouldn't have been referring to Booth and Brennan at all.
At the end of the night, the towncar was waiting took them back to Emily's place. He didn't dare get greedy, not even as they drove back in comfortable silence. He knew the score; they had run this course enough times to know exactly what to do when, what the precautions and conditions of this relationship was. Only when her door closed behind him did he knew they were finally free, that their moment had arrived. She was kicking off her shoes and dumping her purse on a side table, looking at him expectantly.
"So? Now you can tell me exactly what you think of my outfit." she said with a wink.
David crossed the room and drew her into his arms, grin on his face as they stood nose to nose. "The dress is gorgeous. But if I don't get it off you within the next few minutes, I might just lose my mind."
Emily started to laugh but he cut her off by covering her mouth with his, running his hands down from her shoulders to curve of her ass, feeling her tantalizing body underneath the dress tense with anticipation. She was still laughing into his mouth, and he could feel the curve of her smile against his lips. She pulled him towards the bedroom, never breaking contact, and at the first chance he could get, David pushed the dress off her shoulders, over her hips and down to the floor so that it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of the dress with a certain delicateness, all porcelain skin and lacy black lingerie, and resumed with kissing him, hands skillfully removing his shirt and slacks before the back of her knees bumped against the bed and they tumbled down together, laughing as they went.
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