fic: alphabet soup (e-h) (gl, rps - crystal chappell/jessica leccia)
Title: Alphabet Soup
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 400
Summary: 100 words for each letter in the alphabet.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
Elevator
The elevator dings and opens, and you’re walking down the hall.
The keycard for the room is in your pocket, and your hand is shaking when you reach for it. Just a little bit. It feels like she and New Jersey were a lifetime ago. But she promised to meet you, even when she already has a home here. And so the door opens, and she’s grinning at you. And you’re smiling back while set your suitcase at your feet. Her arms feel just like they used to.
The elevator dings and closes, and you’re shutting the door behind you.
Fingerprints
You swear that when she touches you, she burns her fingerprints into your skin.
Every trail down your neck makes you hiss softly. Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip. You don’t have to be quiet, but you just are. And when you think you can deal, she shifts. And her hand is gripping your bare hip, and pulling you against her.
She’s branding you with her fingers. She’s burning into your skin, and marking what’s hers. It’s hot, and you sweat, and you shift. And you let her stake her claim while your throat is tight and raw.
Gina
Sometimes you think she did all of this so she could stay close to you.
Because when it comes down to it, the makeup and the wardrobe, it’s just you and her. It’s just the two of you, playing another script that doesn’t seem so far fetched when you’re together. And you’re doing it for free, because she asked. And you’re good together.
So you rehearse. And her hand is sliding down your back and lower, you groan. You’re supposed to. But her thigh isn’t supposed to be between yours. And you aren’t supposed to grind down.
But you do.
Hips
You like the way her hips fit against yours. You like the soft curves.
And you like the way she shifts against you, just to press closer.
So she doesn’t mind just laying there, while your nails lightly stroke up and down her sides. You trace her hipbone, and the dip that leads to her stomach. Her face looks relaxed while she’s watching you with heavy lidded green eyes.
And you smile at her before you lean in to kiss her. You hear the kiss loud in your ears, and groan.
You grip her hips tight, and don’t let go.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 400
Summary: 100 words for each letter in the alphabet.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
Elevator
The elevator dings and opens, and you’re walking down the hall.
The keycard for the room is in your pocket, and your hand is shaking when you reach for it. Just a little bit. It feels like she and New Jersey were a lifetime ago. But she promised to meet you, even when she already has a home here. And so the door opens, and she’s grinning at you. And you’re smiling back while set your suitcase at your feet. Her arms feel just like they used to.
The elevator dings and closes, and you’re shutting the door behind you.
Fingerprints
You swear that when she touches you, she burns her fingerprints into your skin.
Every trail down your neck makes you hiss softly. Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip. You don’t have to be quiet, but you just are. And when you think you can deal, she shifts. And her hand is gripping your bare hip, and pulling you against her.
She’s branding you with her fingers. She’s burning into your skin, and marking what’s hers. It’s hot, and you sweat, and you shift. And you let her stake her claim while your throat is tight and raw.
Gina
Sometimes you think she did all of this so she could stay close to you.
Because when it comes down to it, the makeup and the wardrobe, it’s just you and her. It’s just the two of you, playing another script that doesn’t seem so far fetched when you’re together. And you’re doing it for free, because she asked. And you’re good together.
So you rehearse. And her hand is sliding down your back and lower, you groan. You’re supposed to. But her thigh isn’t supposed to be between yours. And you aren’t supposed to grind down.
But you do.
Hips
You like the way her hips fit against yours. You like the soft curves.
And you like the way she shifts against you, just to press closer.
So she doesn’t mind just laying there, while your nails lightly stroke up and down her sides. You trace her hipbone, and the dip that leads to her stomach. Her face looks relaxed while she’s watching you with heavy lidded green eyes.
And you smile at her before you lean in to kiss her. You hear the kiss loud in your ears, and groan.
You grip her hips tight, and don’t let go.