fic: Babydoll and Boyshorts
Title: Babydoll and Boyshorts
Pairing: Kristen Bell/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Is this okay?
Summary: "I wasn't aware Victoria's Secret presented at New York's Fashion Week."
A/N: So I started working on this awhile ago (hence the New York Fashion Week mention) but couldn't manage to finish it until now. Written for rpf_raunchfest
Kristen walks along the walkway to her front door, her bags in tow. The lights are on, which is a sign that he's home, and a smile breaks out on her weary face. Slipping a key into the keyhole, she turns it to unlock the door. She's greeted by Sadie and Noah who jump up on her to leave her big sloppery kisses. Giggles escape her as she bends down to hug them both.
"Aw, I missed you both too," she murmurs as she runs her hands over their furry heads.
"I hope you missed me," a voice says in front of her.
Kristen looks up from the dogs. "Well gee, I don't know. You didn't come to greet me at the door with kisses," she teases.
"That can be remedied. Go back outside and come back through the door."
She rolls her eyes and walks back outside but not before depositing her bags on the floor. When she walks in through the front door this time, he's standing right there with his arms wide open. She walks into him and tilts her head up to meet his. His kiss tells her exactly how much he's missed her over the past week while she was in New York City for Fashion Week.
"Mmm, well I know you missed me," she murmurs when the kiss ends.
Zach pulls away, a fake stern look on his face. "You still haven't said anything about missing me."
Kristen smiles deviously. "Well, I figured I could just show you that."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Absolutely," she nods. "But you'll have to carry my bags up to our room first."
Zach sighs. "Of course, there's always a catch." But he bends over to pick up her various bags off the floor and slings the lighter ones over his shoulder. Kristen smiles knowingly as she follows him up the stairs and to their room. When they get there, he sets the bags down on the floor and turns to her.
"Alright, where's the show?"
"Hang on! Gosh, you're so impatient," she chides. She picks up one of the bags off the floor and heads into their master bathroom. "I'll be right back."
Zach shakes his head and flops down on the bed. It had been a lonely few nights when she was away but luckily, his shooting schedule kept him occupied. The phone calls were brief because of the time difference and because reception at the shooting locations was spotty. He's lost in his thoughts when Kristen emerges from the bathroom.
"So what do you think? Is this okay?"
Zach raises his head and his eyes pop when his mind finally registers the sight in front of him. "I wasn't aware Victoria's Secret presented at New York's Fashion Week."
Kristen smirks. "Not quite. I had a little free time between attending shows so I hopped into a speciality lingerie store."
"I don't care what name or store. You look...absolutely unbelievable." He sits up and unconsciously licks his lips as he stares at her. She's dressed, if you could call it that, in a tantalizing barely there garment. Copious amounts of skin is shown in the daringly racy piece of lingerie. The strategic placing of lace only serves to stir his mind even more. As she models before him, with a turn or two, he catches sight of a criss cross back, reminding him of a corset. "God, you're so sexy."
"Glad you think so," she purrs as she walks towards him. When she gets to him, she places her hands on his chest and pushes him flat against the bed as she straddles his waist. Under her, she can feel how hard he is already. She gives a small smile as she leans over to kiss him. His lips hunger for hers and the kiss deepens accordingly.
His hands skim along her thighs and up onto the lingerie itself. His fingers deftly pull loose the criss crossed ribbon ties in the back. His hands travel back down to play with the edges of the skirt on the babydoll. Forcing himself to sit back up, he takes the edge of the skirt and lifts it up while still kissing her, only to break when completely removing the lingerie, leaving her clad only in a pair of matching black lace boyshorts.
His hands settle on her waist and in one swift motion, Kristen finds herself flat on her back with Zach looming over her. She sees a look of lust in his eyes that's probably mirrored in her own. Her hands play with the hem of his shirt, tugging it up in an effort to help remove it. She gets halfway before he takes over to completely remove his shirt and she settles on fiddling with his pants. With one snap, the button is undone and her hands work feverishly to get the zipper down. It's easily accomplished and she slides down his jeans as well as his boxers and drops them onto the floor, once they're completely off.
Zach scoots to the edge of the bed and picks up one of her legs, leaving a series of light kisses upwards. When he reaches the apex of her thighs, he teases her through the sheer fabric of her underwear. Kristen moans and lifts her hips to make it easier to slide off her boyshorts.
He pulls them off and quickly tosses them aside. His tongue licks along her folds before curling around her clit. She gasps as her body arches towards him even more. Zach takes his mouth away and his hand brushes against her clit as it makes its way next to her body so he can brace himself.
He pushes into her and is rewarded with a loud moan that he temporarily silences with his mouth. Her legs slide up around his waist and drives him deeper into her. The kisses grow increasingly frantic as he thrusts into her, Her breaths are getting more shallow and he just knows she's almost there. Her hand snakes down between them and he slaps it away with his own, preferring to do it himself. His thumb rubs against her clit and coupled with a powerful thrust, she comes hard, seeing nothing but stars. She reaches up to hook her arms around his neck and lightly bites his neck. A few more thrusts from him before he comes hard himself, a groan leaving his lips as he does.
Zach collapses against her, burying his face in her neck. She playfully pushes him off and he rolls over, taking her with him so she's lying on top. Her arms are carefully placed at his sides and she lifts her head to stare into his slightly glazed over eyes.
"Well, this feels somewhat familiar."
"No camera crews this time around," comes his labored reply.
Kristen smiles as she places her head down on his chest, hearing his heart rate slow down bit by bit. They lie there quietly with Zach tracing small circles on her bare back.
"I can support you going to Fashion Week if we're going to have reunions like this," he murmurs.
A laugh bubbles out of Kristen. "Figures. More lingerie too right?"
Pairing: Kristen Bell/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Is this okay?
Summary: "I wasn't aware Victoria's Secret presented at New York's Fashion Week."
A/N: So I started working on this awhile ago (hence the New York Fashion Week mention) but couldn't manage to finish it until now. Written for rpf_raunchfest
Kristen walks along the walkway to her front door, her bags in tow. The lights are on, which is a sign that he's home, and a smile breaks out on her weary face. Slipping a key into the keyhole, she turns it to unlock the door. She's greeted by Sadie and Noah who jump up on her to leave her big sloppery kisses. Giggles escape her as she bends down to hug them both.
"Aw, I missed you both too," she murmurs as she runs her hands over their furry heads.
"I hope you missed me," a voice says in front of her.
Kristen looks up from the dogs. "Well gee, I don't know. You didn't come to greet me at the door with kisses," she teases.
"That can be remedied. Go back outside and come back through the door."
She rolls her eyes and walks back outside but not before depositing her bags on the floor. When she walks in through the front door this time, he's standing right there with his arms wide open. She walks into him and tilts her head up to meet his. His kiss tells her exactly how much he's missed her over the past week while she was in New York City for Fashion Week.
"Mmm, well I know you missed me," she murmurs when the kiss ends.
Zach pulls away, a fake stern look on his face. "You still haven't said anything about missing me."
Kristen smiles deviously. "Well, I figured I could just show you that."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Absolutely," she nods. "But you'll have to carry my bags up to our room first."
Zach sighs. "Of course, there's always a catch." But he bends over to pick up her various bags off the floor and slings the lighter ones over his shoulder. Kristen smiles knowingly as she follows him up the stairs and to their room. When they get there, he sets the bags down on the floor and turns to her.
"Alright, where's the show?"
"Hang on! Gosh, you're so impatient," she chides. She picks up one of the bags off the floor and heads into their master bathroom. "I'll be right back."
Zach shakes his head and flops down on the bed. It had been a lonely few nights when she was away but luckily, his shooting schedule kept him occupied. The phone calls were brief because of the time difference and because reception at the shooting locations was spotty. He's lost in his thoughts when Kristen emerges from the bathroom.
"So what do you think? Is this okay?"
Zach raises his head and his eyes pop when his mind finally registers the sight in front of him. "I wasn't aware Victoria's Secret presented at New York's Fashion Week."
Kristen smirks. "Not quite. I had a little free time between attending shows so I hopped into a speciality lingerie store."
"I don't care what name or store. You look...absolutely unbelievable." He sits up and unconsciously licks his lips as he stares at her. She's dressed, if you could call it that, in a tantalizing barely there garment. Copious amounts of skin is shown in the daringly racy piece of lingerie. The strategic placing of lace only serves to stir his mind even more. As she models before him, with a turn or two, he catches sight of a criss cross back, reminding him of a corset. "God, you're so sexy."
"Glad you think so," she purrs as she walks towards him. When she gets to him, she places her hands on his chest and pushes him flat against the bed as she straddles his waist. Under her, she can feel how hard he is already. She gives a small smile as she leans over to kiss him. His lips hunger for hers and the kiss deepens accordingly.
His hands skim along her thighs and up onto the lingerie itself. His fingers deftly pull loose the criss crossed ribbon ties in the back. His hands travel back down to play with the edges of the skirt on the babydoll. Forcing himself to sit back up, he takes the edge of the skirt and lifts it up while still kissing her, only to break when completely removing the lingerie, leaving her clad only in a pair of matching black lace boyshorts.
His hands settle on her waist and in one swift motion, Kristen finds herself flat on her back with Zach looming over her. She sees a look of lust in his eyes that's probably mirrored in her own. Her hands play with the hem of his shirt, tugging it up in an effort to help remove it. She gets halfway before he takes over to completely remove his shirt and she settles on fiddling with his pants. With one snap, the button is undone and her hands work feverishly to get the zipper down. It's easily accomplished and she slides down his jeans as well as his boxers and drops them onto the floor, once they're completely off.
Zach scoots to the edge of the bed and picks up one of her legs, leaving a series of light kisses upwards. When he reaches the apex of her thighs, he teases her through the sheer fabric of her underwear. Kristen moans and lifts her hips to make it easier to slide off her boyshorts.
He pulls them off and quickly tosses them aside. His tongue licks along her folds before curling around her clit. She gasps as her body arches towards him even more. Zach takes his mouth away and his hand brushes against her clit as it makes its way next to her body so he can brace himself.
He pushes into her and is rewarded with a loud moan that he temporarily silences with his mouth. Her legs slide up around his waist and drives him deeper into her. The kisses grow increasingly frantic as he thrusts into her, Her breaths are getting more shallow and he just knows she's almost there. Her hand snakes down between them and he slaps it away with his own, preferring to do it himself. His thumb rubs against her clit and coupled with a powerful thrust, she comes hard, seeing nothing but stars. She reaches up to hook her arms around his neck and lightly bites his neck. A few more thrusts from him before he comes hard himself, a groan leaving his lips as he does.
Zach collapses against her, burying his face in her neck. She playfully pushes him off and he rolls over, taking her with him so she's lying on top. Her arms are carefully placed at his sides and she lifts her head to stare into his slightly glazed over eyes.
"Well, this feels somewhat familiar."
"No camera crews this time around," comes his labored reply.
Kristen smiles as she places her head down on his chest, hearing his heart rate slow down bit by bit. They lie there quietly with Zach tracing small circles on her bare back.
"I can support you going to Fashion Week if we're going to have reunions like this," he murmurs.
A laugh bubbles out of Kristen. "Figures. More lingerie too right?"