writers_muses | 44.3 Lyrics
44.3. “Better Get To Livin” by Dolly Parton
I said you'd better get to livin', givin'
Be willing and forgivin'
Cause all healin' has to start with you
INCLUDES ADULT THEMES
Riley sat stiffly on the sofa in his living room, his leg bouncing up and down restlessly. He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth as he listened to Beth cooking in the kitchen. He couldn’t seem to sit still and it was pushing him further and further to the edge of frustration.
There was no denying it. He was horny.
It didn’t help in the slightest that Beth chose that day of all days to get around in these tight jean shorts and skimpy little skin-tight t-shirt. Lachlan had told him on the phone that morning that what he needed was a good fuck and ever since, Riley hadn’t been able to stop thinking about sex. In fact, he was to the point that if Beth wasn’t there, he’d probably go out to try and pull a one night stand. That, in itself, was strange for Riley.
To fuck with it all, really. He was hungry for it. Every time Beth walked past him, he wanted to grab her and bury his face between her legs. It didn’t matter they were technically broken up. It didn’t matter that he was supposed to be in the midst of a crisis. All he wanted was bury his dick somewhere and get off.
He rolled his shoulders and cleared his throat. His skin felt like it was trying to crawl off his bones and a slight sheen of sweat had broken out over his forehead. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this sexually frustrated. Maybe it was a side effect of the pills? Maybe it was just a sheer fucking need to get his mind of all the shit it had been drowning in lately? Whatever it was, he needed a fuck and he needed it now.
He ran his tongue along his lip and watched the door to the kitchen, exhaling sharply. He wriggled in his seat and pressed his hand against his erection which was more than obvious in his pants. Lachlan was right (he usually was). Why was Riley harbouring hang ups, anyway? Would it really hurt anyone if they just set their differences and past aside to get off together? Sex was just sex, right? He didn’t hold a grudge against her; he was just scared of having his heart broken again. But that couldn’t really happen with one little fuck, could it? They had to move on from the break up if she was going to be staying here. They had to make some sort of fresh start.
Riley sprung up out of the seat with a swallow. No time like the present, right? He weaved his way through the Ikea furniture to the doorway of the kitchen. For a moment he just stood there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes on Beth’s arse as she bent over the oven. This was it. He didn’t care.
He wanted her.
He forced his feet to work again and stepped over to her. No words were uttered as he caught her hand in his and spun her around. His eyes searched over her face for all of ten seconds before two beats passed and then he kissed her. Deeply… hungrily… and just like the last three months had never happened.
- Written for phtgrphcscot, who requested Horny!Riley. phtgrphcscot & drcampbell referenced with permission.
Words | 547
I said you'd better get to livin', givin'
Be willing and forgivin'
Cause all healin' has to start with you
INCLUDES ADULT THEMES
Riley sat stiffly on the sofa in his living room, his leg bouncing up and down restlessly. He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth as he listened to Beth cooking in the kitchen. He couldn’t seem to sit still and it was pushing him further and further to the edge of frustration.
There was no denying it. He was horny.
It didn’t help in the slightest that Beth chose that day of all days to get around in these tight jean shorts and skimpy little skin-tight t-shirt. Lachlan had told him on the phone that morning that what he needed was a good fuck and ever since, Riley hadn’t been able to stop thinking about sex. In fact, he was to the point that if Beth wasn’t there, he’d probably go out to try and pull a one night stand. That, in itself, was strange for Riley.
To fuck with it all, really. He was hungry for it. Every time Beth walked past him, he wanted to grab her and bury his face between her legs. It didn’t matter they were technically broken up. It didn’t matter that he was supposed to be in the midst of a crisis. All he wanted was bury his dick somewhere and get off.
He rolled his shoulders and cleared his throat. His skin felt like it was trying to crawl off his bones and a slight sheen of sweat had broken out over his forehead. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this sexually frustrated. Maybe it was a side effect of the pills? Maybe it was just a sheer fucking need to get his mind of all the shit it had been drowning in lately? Whatever it was, he needed a fuck and he needed it now.
He ran his tongue along his lip and watched the door to the kitchen, exhaling sharply. He wriggled in his seat and pressed his hand against his erection which was more than obvious in his pants. Lachlan was right (he usually was). Why was Riley harbouring hang ups, anyway? Would it really hurt anyone if they just set their differences and past aside to get off together? Sex was just sex, right? He didn’t hold a grudge against her; he was just scared of having his heart broken again. But that couldn’t really happen with one little fuck, could it? They had to move on from the break up if she was going to be staying here. They had to make some sort of fresh start.
Riley sprung up out of the seat with a swallow. No time like the present, right? He weaved his way through the Ikea furniture to the doorway of the kitchen. For a moment he just stood there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes on Beth’s arse as she bent over the oven. This was it. He didn’t care.
He wanted her.
He forced his feet to work again and stepped over to her. No words were uttered as he caught her hand in his and spun her around. His eyes searched over her face for all of ten seconds before two beats passed and then he kissed her. Deeply… hungrily… and just like the last three months had never happened.
- Written for phtgrphcscot, who requested Horny!Riley. phtgrphcscot & drcampbell referenced with permission.
Words | 547