[Fic] Getting Lewd with Food
Title: Getting Lewd with Food
Author: everyoneisemo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bret/Cho
Word Count: 2,157
Summary: Bret may even like Cho as much as he likes her cooking.
Note: It was late when I wrote this and I may have gotten carried away. And I realize it has mood swings. But it's kind of crack to begin with, so whatever. :D
It was the sauce that finally did him in. Or maybe the pasta. She’d said she was having trouble with it and wasn’t sure she’d perfected it but the second he took a bite, he knew. It was perfect.
He looked at her. At the glint of hope and worry and passion for her craft that shone in her eyes. She was perfect.
In one quick motion he’d left the table and swooped across the room to hover over her, staring intensely down at her. She shrank away, obviously surprised by his sudden movement. Silently, he chewed and swallowed the bite of pasta he still had in his mouth, eyes still on her.
Without warning, his arms shot out on either side of her, his hands coming to rest on the counter behind her. She flinched but didn’t move. There was no reason to. Bret wasn’t intimdating.
He was just. Acting very strangely.
With no more notice than anything else, he dove in and caught her lips with his. She gasped and froze immediately, but suddenly his lips were moving against hers and she couldn’t help but join in. One of his hands moved to her hip and the other into her hair and she shivered at the insistence he was already showing.
His mouth opened slightly against hers and his tongue flicked against her lips. Giving a pleased sigh, she granted him access and suddenly his tongue slipped into her mouth and pressed against her tongue and he tasted like the sauce and the cheese and God. She had never thought of her cooking as sexy but when it was served to her like this...
He groaned and it was just like when he was eating something he found particularly tasty. Which, when it came to her cooking, was just about everything. He moaned and sighed and gave her burning looks that she’d assumed were always about desire for more pie or ice cream but suddenly, God, maybe at least some of it was for her and she’d never even dreamed he’d want her this badly.
Not breaking the kiss, he hoisted her up suddenly by her hips and placed her on the counter. She squeaked a bit into his mouth and, for a second, she felt him smile. It was just a flicker of his normal, sunny, carefree personality. But then, just as quickly, it was gone and he kissed her with even more passion and desire than before.
His hands left her hips to whisper across her sides, her belly, her breasts, her shoulders. Never touching firmly, never too much but never quite enough either. She found herself leaning into his touch, wordlessly begging for more.
Bret couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to touch everywhere at once, he wanted to make her feel so good and he admittedly didn’t know how. He was a good kisser. A practiced kisser. Many girls had taken him home on that merit alone but none so far had been impressed by anything else. So for as long as he could, kissing would be the main attraction.
His hands finally rested on her thighs, stroking gently along either side of them. His finger tips skimmed over the top and he groaned when it only took one swipe of his thumbs on her inner thighs for her to spread her legs and allow him to press closer to her. Flush against her, he knew she’d be able to feel his arousal and for once the thought didn’t worry him and maybe that was why he was getting lucky so far.
He was surprised when she introduced teeth into their kissing but when she bit down on his bottom lip firmly enough to make him wince away without it really hurting; he finally noticed how hard she was panting for breath. As they both took a chance to catch their breath and look at each other, it was like the mindlessness of their actions had to come to a sudden screeching halt.
Now they had to think.
Bret saw her staring back at him, flushed pink with what he hoped to be arousal but her expression still conveyed surprise. Maybe she’d bitten him to ask him to stop. Her breathing was still so erratic that she couldn’t speak, but her hand clinging to his shoulder and the gently stroking fingers on her breast suggested she wasn’t ready to stop just yet.
She wasn’t. If she could’ve gone without breath forever, she would’ve done so just to keep kissing him. They worked so well together on that that it made her shudder with want to think of whatever other beautiful music they could make. The concentration he was focusing on her was as strong as any song he played and the look in his eye convinced her he wasn’t about to leave this unresolved.
Neither was sure who started them off again but they came crashing together, both their hands exploring more boldly. Cho tugged at his hair and Bret caressed her cheek and her back. Suddenly very particular in her desires, Cho pulled his head downward, breaking their kiss, and directed his lips to the nape of her neck.
He almost laughed, instantly understanding what she wanted in a way he never could if she’d tried speaking with him instead. He latched on right where her neck met her shoulder, sucking gently at first. With each swipe of his tongue he started sucking harder and he couldn’t help but groan at the desperate little noises she began making. Where her moans had been infrequent and quiet before, now she was suddenly nearly whining with pleasure. He took this as a good sign and moved about her neck, trying different points and motions and pressures until she was writhing so badly against him he had to press a hand to the small of her back to keep her upright.
Her mind was nearly blank with pleasure. The kissing had been astonishing enough, but Bret was so terrific at this that if it wouldn’t be terribly embarrassing she might have lost it right there and ground against him until there were stars behind her eyes. Instead, with great reluctance, she pulled at his curls again and he moved from her neck to kiss her again. She responded in kind, but cut it short to look into his face.
Before she could say anything, he murmured, “Want you,” roughly against her mouth and she groaned and captured his mouth again.
This kiss ended abruptly as well, as he suddenly pulled away to watch his hands venturing down her body, along her sides, and to her hips. His fingers slipped up under her skirt and gripped the top of her panties lightly. Instinctively she moved her hips to accommodate him and he slipped them off of her and on to the floor.
With an expression somewhere between worshipful and anxious, he sank to his knees in front of her. She moaned at the sight. He reached up and squeezed her hips, indicating for her to scoot forward. Without warning, he swooped right in, his lips and tongue moving eagerly against her.
Bret had never done this before. He hoped to make up for his inexperience with enthusiasm and based on the way she was squirming and whimpering above him, he was doing alright so far. The taste of her mixed in his mouth with the still lingering taste of the sauce and he couldn’t help but moan and thank God he wasn’t wearing the tight jeans he would’ve had on if he were back in New York.
Cho wanted to tell Bret he was fantastic and amazing and thank him for everything but before she could even begin thinking of the words to form a sentence, he’d slipped a single finger inside her and started thrusting it rapidly as his tongue swept repeatedly against her clit. If she wasn’t already so far gone from everything else, she would’ve recognized the overly aggressive approach he was taking. He added another finger and she discovered it might not have mattered no matter how close she was.
It didn’t take long for Cho to come apart against his lips and tongue, her body riding his fingers desperately as she came and came and soon the stars weren’t blinking so harshly behind her eyes and she could look and see him watching her.
She could only describe him as being in awe, and as he rose to kiss her again she could tell he was just barely holding himself back. And she didn’t want him to hold back. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him tightly against her. His still-clothed cock ground against her roughly and he bucked his hips with a whine.
“Please,” she breathed against his lips, “Want you.”
He nodded rapidly and it was so unnecessary that it made her laugh. She watched with interest as he finally pulled himself from the confines of his pants and she found herself once again surprised. For such an insecure guy, he didn’t really seem to have any real reason to be. Sure, he wasn’t so pornographically huge to more than likely cause fear in most girls, but he was definitely not small.
But now she was staring and it had apparently made him gun-shy. He stood there awkwardly, hands caressing her knees as he waited for- what? Rejection? He already had her begging. What was there to be afraid of now?
“Bret…” she murmured, a hand snaking out between them to grip him firmly and deliver a quick stroke from base to tip and back again. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed. “I said I want you. What’s wrong?”
“I...” Bret swallowed. He’d been staring at her all night like he could see right into her core and now he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Last time I did something like this it was…the girl didn’t really care. About me, I mean. And I didn’t like her that much but it hurt me so badly to know that I wasn’t- wasn’t important to her. And I really like you so if it were to happen again, I don’t know…” He looked up sharply. “I really like you.”
Cho’s face softened and she smiled reassuringly, “Bret…I really like you too. I won’t use you, I promise.”
Bret gave a shaky smile in return and looked down again. Her hand was still holding him and apparently she’d kept it steady enough that he hadn’t noticed it was still there until he saw. He groaned and his hips twitched involuntarily. She pulled at him gently and guided him into her and there it was again, the passion and need that burned deep inside him.
He moaned at the feel of her body wrapped tight around his cock and her fingers digging hard into his shoulders. It had been a long while since he’d done this and wanted it as badly as he did right then. Maybe even since he’d first lost his virginity. Flip, did he want her.
She seemed especially tight, or maybe it really had been that long and most girls were like that. Still, he didn’t want to cause her pain so he waited patiently for her to adjust and she waited patiently for him to just get on with it until finally she just started moving herself. He gasped as she began writhing on the counter and began moving at such a vigorous pace that she had to wrap her arms and legs around him to keep from falling back on the counter.
Their moans rang out of the kitchen and into the night. When Bret finally reached the peak he had just enough sense to pull out in enough time, but only just. He rested his forehead against her shoulder and stroked himself through an orgasm so intense his knees nearly buckled beneath him. She grabbed him from under his arms and helped to hold him up, murmuring encouragement and love and compassion into kisses on the top of his head.
This affection almost seemed to evaporate into concern for what he’d done to her counter. “Bret…” she sighed in mock-annoyance, “You know I cook on this counter, right?”
“You didn’t seem to mind a moment ago,” he mumbled back, and she giggled.
“Yes, well, I suppose you're right,” she admitted, smiling into his curls. He stood up straight and gave her a lazy, sated grin in return. They kissed once again; though considering what they’d just done it was almost childlike in its innocence. When they were done, Bret tucked himself in his pants and cleaned up the mess between them before pulling her into a tight embrace.
“So,” Cho said as she stroked the back of his neck lightly, “You like the sauce?”
“Yes,” Bret breathed, and she could almost hear the desire burning in the distance, “I really like the sauce.”
Author: everyoneisemo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bret/Cho
Word Count: 2,157
Summary: Bret may even like Cho as much as he likes her cooking.
Note: It was late when I wrote this and I may have gotten carried away. And I realize it has mood swings. But it's kind of crack to begin with, so whatever. :D
It was the sauce that finally did him in. Or maybe the pasta. She’d said she was having trouble with it and wasn’t sure she’d perfected it but the second he took a bite, he knew. It was perfect.
He looked at her. At the glint of hope and worry and passion for her craft that shone in her eyes. She was perfect.
In one quick motion he’d left the table and swooped across the room to hover over her, staring intensely down at her. She shrank away, obviously surprised by his sudden movement. Silently, he chewed and swallowed the bite of pasta he still had in his mouth, eyes still on her.
Without warning, his arms shot out on either side of her, his hands coming to rest on the counter behind her. She flinched but didn’t move. There was no reason to. Bret wasn’t intimdating.
He was just. Acting very strangely.
With no more notice than anything else, he dove in and caught her lips with his. She gasped and froze immediately, but suddenly his lips were moving against hers and she couldn’t help but join in. One of his hands moved to her hip and the other into her hair and she shivered at the insistence he was already showing.
His mouth opened slightly against hers and his tongue flicked against her lips. Giving a pleased sigh, she granted him access and suddenly his tongue slipped into her mouth and pressed against her tongue and he tasted like the sauce and the cheese and God. She had never thought of her cooking as sexy but when it was served to her like this...
He groaned and it was just like when he was eating something he found particularly tasty. Which, when it came to her cooking, was just about everything. He moaned and sighed and gave her burning looks that she’d assumed were always about desire for more pie or ice cream but suddenly, God, maybe at least some of it was for her and she’d never even dreamed he’d want her this badly.
Not breaking the kiss, he hoisted her up suddenly by her hips and placed her on the counter. She squeaked a bit into his mouth and, for a second, she felt him smile. It was just a flicker of his normal, sunny, carefree personality. But then, just as quickly, it was gone and he kissed her with even more passion and desire than before.
His hands left her hips to whisper across her sides, her belly, her breasts, her shoulders. Never touching firmly, never too much but never quite enough either. She found herself leaning into his touch, wordlessly begging for more.
Bret couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to touch everywhere at once, he wanted to make her feel so good and he admittedly didn’t know how. He was a good kisser. A practiced kisser. Many girls had taken him home on that merit alone but none so far had been impressed by anything else. So for as long as he could, kissing would be the main attraction.
His hands finally rested on her thighs, stroking gently along either side of them. His finger tips skimmed over the top and he groaned when it only took one swipe of his thumbs on her inner thighs for her to spread her legs and allow him to press closer to her. Flush against her, he knew she’d be able to feel his arousal and for once the thought didn’t worry him and maybe that was why he was getting lucky so far.
He was surprised when she introduced teeth into their kissing but when she bit down on his bottom lip firmly enough to make him wince away without it really hurting; he finally noticed how hard she was panting for breath. As they both took a chance to catch their breath and look at each other, it was like the mindlessness of their actions had to come to a sudden screeching halt.
Now they had to think.
Bret saw her staring back at him, flushed pink with what he hoped to be arousal but her expression still conveyed surprise. Maybe she’d bitten him to ask him to stop. Her breathing was still so erratic that she couldn’t speak, but her hand clinging to his shoulder and the gently stroking fingers on her breast suggested she wasn’t ready to stop just yet.
She wasn’t. If she could’ve gone without breath forever, she would’ve done so just to keep kissing him. They worked so well together on that that it made her shudder with want to think of whatever other beautiful music they could make. The concentration he was focusing on her was as strong as any song he played and the look in his eye convinced her he wasn’t about to leave this unresolved.
Neither was sure who started them off again but they came crashing together, both their hands exploring more boldly. Cho tugged at his hair and Bret caressed her cheek and her back. Suddenly very particular in her desires, Cho pulled his head downward, breaking their kiss, and directed his lips to the nape of her neck.
He almost laughed, instantly understanding what she wanted in a way he never could if she’d tried speaking with him instead. He latched on right where her neck met her shoulder, sucking gently at first. With each swipe of his tongue he started sucking harder and he couldn’t help but groan at the desperate little noises she began making. Where her moans had been infrequent and quiet before, now she was suddenly nearly whining with pleasure. He took this as a good sign and moved about her neck, trying different points and motions and pressures until she was writhing so badly against him he had to press a hand to the small of her back to keep her upright.
Her mind was nearly blank with pleasure. The kissing had been astonishing enough, but Bret was so terrific at this that if it wouldn’t be terribly embarrassing she might have lost it right there and ground against him until there were stars behind her eyes. Instead, with great reluctance, she pulled at his curls again and he moved from her neck to kiss her again. She responded in kind, but cut it short to look into his face.
Before she could say anything, he murmured, “Want you,” roughly against her mouth and she groaned and captured his mouth again.
This kiss ended abruptly as well, as he suddenly pulled away to watch his hands venturing down her body, along her sides, and to her hips. His fingers slipped up under her skirt and gripped the top of her panties lightly. Instinctively she moved her hips to accommodate him and he slipped them off of her and on to the floor.
With an expression somewhere between worshipful and anxious, he sank to his knees in front of her. She moaned at the sight. He reached up and squeezed her hips, indicating for her to scoot forward. Without warning, he swooped right in, his lips and tongue moving eagerly against her.
Bret had never done this before. He hoped to make up for his inexperience with enthusiasm and based on the way she was squirming and whimpering above him, he was doing alright so far. The taste of her mixed in his mouth with the still lingering taste of the sauce and he couldn’t help but moan and thank God he wasn’t wearing the tight jeans he would’ve had on if he were back in New York.
Cho wanted to tell Bret he was fantastic and amazing and thank him for everything but before she could even begin thinking of the words to form a sentence, he’d slipped a single finger inside her and started thrusting it rapidly as his tongue swept repeatedly against her clit. If she wasn’t already so far gone from everything else, she would’ve recognized the overly aggressive approach he was taking. He added another finger and she discovered it might not have mattered no matter how close she was.
It didn’t take long for Cho to come apart against his lips and tongue, her body riding his fingers desperately as she came and came and soon the stars weren’t blinking so harshly behind her eyes and she could look and see him watching her.
She could only describe him as being in awe, and as he rose to kiss her again she could tell he was just barely holding himself back. And she didn’t want him to hold back. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him tightly against her. His still-clothed cock ground against her roughly and he bucked his hips with a whine.
“Please,” she breathed against his lips, “Want you.”
He nodded rapidly and it was so unnecessary that it made her laugh. She watched with interest as he finally pulled himself from the confines of his pants and she found herself once again surprised. For such an insecure guy, he didn’t really seem to have any real reason to be. Sure, he wasn’t so pornographically huge to more than likely cause fear in most girls, but he was definitely not small.
But now she was staring and it had apparently made him gun-shy. He stood there awkwardly, hands caressing her knees as he waited for- what? Rejection? He already had her begging. What was there to be afraid of now?
“Bret…” she murmured, a hand snaking out between them to grip him firmly and deliver a quick stroke from base to tip and back again. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed. “I said I want you. What’s wrong?”
“I...” Bret swallowed. He’d been staring at her all night like he could see right into her core and now he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Last time I did something like this it was…the girl didn’t really care. About me, I mean. And I didn’t like her that much but it hurt me so badly to know that I wasn’t- wasn’t important to her. And I really like you so if it were to happen again, I don’t know…” He looked up sharply. “I really like you.”
Cho’s face softened and she smiled reassuringly, “Bret…I really like you too. I won’t use you, I promise.”
Bret gave a shaky smile in return and looked down again. Her hand was still holding him and apparently she’d kept it steady enough that he hadn’t noticed it was still there until he saw. He groaned and his hips twitched involuntarily. She pulled at him gently and guided him into her and there it was again, the passion and need that burned deep inside him.
He moaned at the feel of her body wrapped tight around his cock and her fingers digging hard into his shoulders. It had been a long while since he’d done this and wanted it as badly as he did right then. Maybe even since he’d first lost his virginity. Flip, did he want her.
She seemed especially tight, or maybe it really had been that long and most girls were like that. Still, he didn’t want to cause her pain so he waited patiently for her to adjust and she waited patiently for him to just get on with it until finally she just started moving herself. He gasped as she began writhing on the counter and began moving at such a vigorous pace that she had to wrap her arms and legs around him to keep from falling back on the counter.
Their moans rang out of the kitchen and into the night. When Bret finally reached the peak he had just enough sense to pull out in enough time, but only just. He rested his forehead against her shoulder and stroked himself through an orgasm so intense his knees nearly buckled beneath him. She grabbed him from under his arms and helped to hold him up, murmuring encouragement and love and compassion into kisses on the top of his head.
This affection almost seemed to evaporate into concern for what he’d done to her counter. “Bret…” she sighed in mock-annoyance, “You know I cook on this counter, right?”
“You didn’t seem to mind a moment ago,” he mumbled back, and she giggled.
“Yes, well, I suppose you're right,” she admitted, smiling into his curls. He stood up straight and gave her a lazy, sated grin in return. They kissed once again; though considering what they’d just done it was almost childlike in its innocence. When they were done, Bret tucked himself in his pants and cleaned up the mess between them before pulling her into a tight embrace.
“So,” Cho said as she stroked the back of his neck lightly, “You like the sauce?”
“Yes,” Bret breathed, and she could almost hear the desire burning in the distance, “I really like the sauce.”