jorja fox/emily procter - damn it, i'm hooked now!
Title: Between Takes
Author: Calleigh Anderson
Disclaimer: I’m not connected with these two lovely ladies. Who knows what they do behind closed door. Probably not this… but I can dream.
Pairing: Jorja Fox/Emily Procter
Rated: R.
Word Count: 126 - short drabble
Author’s Notes: Well, I swore I’d never write rpfs. Yet here I am. It’s because of that damn picture. ::points to icon::
Merry Christmas nest_freemark! I know it’s not your pairing but it’s your community and I’ve joined, I’m posting and I’m pimping it to all my friends. So consider any or all of these a little Christmas gift!
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You bite down hard on your lower lip and moan, unsure of how much more you can take before you pass out. She quickens her pace and takes you over the blissful edge before kissing you.
‘Jorja…’ you mumble into her hair as you regain your breathing.
She hushes you by placing her hand on your cheek and her thumb over your lips. You close your eyes as she traces her thumb over your chin, down your neck and between your breasts.
‘Jorja…’ you say again, this time relaxed. You cup her face with your hands and bring her lips to your own. She pulls away and your eyes well up with fear.
‘I’m sorry,’ she says, ‘but I think I’m falling in love with you.’
Author: Calleigh Anderson
Disclaimer: I’m not connected with these two lovely ladies. Who knows what they do behind closed door. Probably not this… but I can dream.
Pairing: Jorja Fox/Emily Procter
Rated: R.
Word Count: 126 - short drabble
Author’s Notes: Well, I swore I’d never write rpfs. Yet here I am. It’s because of that damn picture. ::points to icon::
Merry Christmas nest_freemark! I know it’s not your pairing but it’s your community and I’ve joined, I’m posting and I’m pimping it to all my friends. So consider any or all of these a little Christmas gift!
~~~
You bite down hard on your lower lip and moan, unsure of how much more you can take before you pass out. She quickens her pace and takes you over the blissful edge before kissing you.
‘Jorja…’ you mumble into her hair as you regain your breathing.
She hushes you by placing her hand on your cheek and her thumb over your lips. You close your eyes as she traces her thumb over your chin, down your neck and between your breasts.
‘Jorja…’ you say again, this time relaxed. You cup her face with your hands and bring her lips to your own. She pulls away and your eyes well up with fear.
‘I’m sorry,’ she says, ‘but I think I’m falling in love with you.’