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Flickacross: "I'm Going to Bed like This"
Title: "I'm Going to Bed like This"
Fandom: ?
Pairings: Marcia Cross/Felicity Huffman
Chapter: Part I
Rating: NC18
Warnings: Slash
Summary: After the GLAAD awards, Marcia and Felicity decide they've waited long enough to know what those lesbians are always talking about.
The lights were blinding as the announcer called out their names; “Please welcome, not one but two desperate housewives! Marcia Cross and Felicity Huffman.” The audience’s reaction was deafening as the ladies clasped hands and walked to the center of the stage, smiling modestly and waiting for the applause to dim.
“I’m sorry, just a minute…” Felicity turned to her left and sank her hand into Marcia’s loose tresses, dipping her back slightly and pressing her mouth firmly on hers. Much to Marcia’s surprise, Felicity’s tongue teased along her lips and flicked at the corner of her mouth; that hadn’t been rehearsed.
It took Marcia a moment to stop smiling as Felicity broke the kiss and then she turned to her and giggled, “That was fun!” Felicity winked at her meaningfully before Marcia spun back to face the crowd and Felicity murmured into the mic, “I’ve been wanting to do that all year.”
As Marcia laughed, she felt Felicity’s fingers tighten around her hand and squeeze, without removing her eyes from the audience, Marcia squeezed back and ran her thumbnail against the vulnerable skin of Felicity’s inner wrist. Her mouth felt bruised by her friend’s kiss and though they had discussed the idea beforehand, she hadn’t been prepared for Felicity’s tongue toying at her mouth. It sent butterflies loose in her stomach and she swished her dress against her legs, dipping her head and looking very coy and shy as she listened to Felicity take center stage.
Later, while they were sitting backstage, Felicity joked about having wanted to kiss Marcia all year; Marcia grinned, touching her mouth and flirtingly asking if she still had lipstick stains. When Felicity went to smudge them off, Marcia quickly moved away and chortled; “Don’t fix them; I’m going to bed like this.”
As the cameras panned to someone else, Felicity regarded Marcia and her seductive smile. With a soft chuckle, Felicity leaned towards her friend and murmured; “Let’s get a drink.”
* * *
Deciding to make the night a themed one, the ladies taxied to a nearby lesbian club and were let in through the VIP entrance. The music sank deep into their flesh the moment they stepped into the veiled seating area; it’s thumping, sexual beat driving them onward. Whatever hesitations they might have had, the music was drowning them out. They ordered martinis and slid into the candlelit booth.
“Have you really wanted to kiss me all year Felicity, or was that just for show?” Marcia’s eyes had an impish twinkle as she glanced at her friend and teasingly ran her fingers over the flame of the table’s candle.
“It wasn’t just for show, Marcia.” Felicity watched Marcia’s fingers toy with the fire, then she reached out and grabbed the redhead’s hand, trapping it against the table. Lips pursing, she blew out the candle and lifted it above their intertwined hands; with her eyes locked on Marcia’s, Felicity tipped the candle and dropped a bit of wax onto her friend’s exposed inner wrist.
Marcia gasped and hissed with the shock of the brief pain, she looked down at the startling difference between her ivory skin and the drying blood red of the candle wax. Gazing at Felicity quizzically, she went to pick off the wax but the waiter interrupted and she quickly put her hand in her lap.
“Thank you.” Felicity smiled at the waiter as he set down their martinis and left. Picking hers up, she sipped it and licked lazily at the vodka on her mouth. Her hand sought Marcia’s under the table and her thumbnail flicked off the wax. Marcia felt her breath catch in her throat, that tiny bit of flesh burning beneath Felicity’s touch. The blonde lifted the wounded wrist to her mouth and traced it’s redness with her tongue before blowing on it tenderly. The pain subsided.
“Nothing I do is for show, Miss Cross. I would have hoped you’d known that by now.” Marcia looked out at the crowded dance floor, watching the feminine curves writhe against each other to the pulsating beat; an orgy of women, moving and grinding in unison.
Touching her wrist where she was burned, Marcia pressed her cheek to Felicity’s and whispered hotly in her ear. “Dance with me.” Then she took a large sip of her martini, slid out of the booth and sauntered down onto the dance floor.
Having changed into clothes they’d sent over the day before in anticipation of their arrival at the club, the ladies blended well with the trendy lesbians. Felicity’s eyes trailed over Marcia’s curves as the black satin slip dress shivered along them. The hem ended mid-thigh and the laces of her strappy sandals snaked all the way up her calves, an emerald choker glinted and flashed against the hollow of her neck, complimenting the colour of her eyes.
With a predatory grin, Felicity flattened an imaginary crease in her black tweed short shorts, tugged needlessly on the matching vest, swiftly twisted her golden tresses up piercing them with a black chopstick and plunged into the sea of twisting bodies.
The beat was infectious; Felicity grabbed Marcia’s hips and pulled the redhead back into her, grinding as she pressed her lips to the back of her friend’s neck. Marcia’s eyes fluttered close as she rolled her hips back into Felicity’s lap and let the music play her like a marionette. Then she felt Felicity’s hand slid from her hip to her thigh, lowering to the hem of her dress where it disappeared beneath and climbed back upwards. Marcia gasped softly and leaned back against the blonde, thrusting her ass back into Felicity’s hips and reaching up to grab her neck.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Marcia?” Felicity boldly thrust her hand between Marcia’s thighs and gasped in surprise as she discovered a naked cunt, dripping with wanton desire.
Marcia spun around, dislodging Felicity’s hand and pressed herself against her friend, grinding into her as the music spun them within the crowd. Thrusting her hips, Marcia sank low to the ground, running her hands over Felicity’s writhing body; on the way back up Marcia cupped Felicity’s covered cunt and squeezed lightly with a carefree laugh.
“What the hell do you think?” Her voice was husky and playful in Felicity’s ear, her warm breath creating a luscious shudder up and down the blonde’s spine. Marcia’s tongue flicked against Felicity’s earlobe and she nibbled it into her mouth, sucking on it as the music slowed to a heavy beat.
Felicity moaned and pulled her coworker closer to her, hands splayed along the redhead’s body possessively as they danced together oblivious of the world around them. “What are we doing here then?” Felicity gasped in Marcia’s ear, grabbing her hand and yanking her off the dance floor. “Let’s go.”
...To be Continued...
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Fandom: ?
Pairings: Marcia Cross/Felicity Huffman
Chapter: Part I
Rating: NC18
Warnings: Slash
Summary: After the GLAAD awards, Marcia and Felicity decide they've waited long enough to know what those lesbians are always talking about.
The lights were blinding as the announcer called out their names; “Please welcome, not one but two desperate housewives! Marcia Cross and Felicity Huffman.” The audience’s reaction was deafening as the ladies clasped hands and walked to the center of the stage, smiling modestly and waiting for the applause to dim.
“I’m sorry, just a minute…” Felicity turned to her left and sank her hand into Marcia’s loose tresses, dipping her back slightly and pressing her mouth firmly on hers. Much to Marcia’s surprise, Felicity’s tongue teased along her lips and flicked at the corner of her mouth; that hadn’t been rehearsed.
It took Marcia a moment to stop smiling as Felicity broke the kiss and then she turned to her and giggled, “That was fun!” Felicity winked at her meaningfully before Marcia spun back to face the crowd and Felicity murmured into the mic, “I’ve been wanting to do that all year.”
As Marcia laughed, she felt Felicity’s fingers tighten around her hand and squeeze, without removing her eyes from the audience, Marcia squeezed back and ran her thumbnail against the vulnerable skin of Felicity’s inner wrist. Her mouth felt bruised by her friend’s kiss and though they had discussed the idea beforehand, she hadn’t been prepared for Felicity’s tongue toying at her mouth. It sent butterflies loose in her stomach and she swished her dress against her legs, dipping her head and looking very coy and shy as she listened to Felicity take center stage.
Later, while they were sitting backstage, Felicity joked about having wanted to kiss Marcia all year; Marcia grinned, touching her mouth and flirtingly asking if she still had lipstick stains. When Felicity went to smudge them off, Marcia quickly moved away and chortled; “Don’t fix them; I’m going to bed like this.”
As the cameras panned to someone else, Felicity regarded Marcia and her seductive smile. With a soft chuckle, Felicity leaned towards her friend and murmured; “Let’s get a drink.”
* * *
Deciding to make the night a themed one, the ladies taxied to a nearby lesbian club and were let in through the VIP entrance. The music sank deep into their flesh the moment they stepped into the veiled seating area; it’s thumping, sexual beat driving them onward. Whatever hesitations they might have had, the music was drowning them out. They ordered martinis and slid into the candlelit booth.
“Have you really wanted to kiss me all year Felicity, or was that just for show?” Marcia’s eyes had an impish twinkle as she glanced at her friend and teasingly ran her fingers over the flame of the table’s candle.
“It wasn’t just for show, Marcia.” Felicity watched Marcia’s fingers toy with the fire, then she reached out and grabbed the redhead’s hand, trapping it against the table. Lips pursing, she blew out the candle and lifted it above their intertwined hands; with her eyes locked on Marcia’s, Felicity tipped the candle and dropped a bit of wax onto her friend’s exposed inner wrist.
Marcia gasped and hissed with the shock of the brief pain, she looked down at the startling difference between her ivory skin and the drying blood red of the candle wax. Gazing at Felicity quizzically, she went to pick off the wax but the waiter interrupted and she quickly put her hand in her lap.
“Thank you.” Felicity smiled at the waiter as he set down their martinis and left. Picking hers up, she sipped it and licked lazily at the vodka on her mouth. Her hand sought Marcia’s under the table and her thumbnail flicked off the wax. Marcia felt her breath catch in her throat, that tiny bit of flesh burning beneath Felicity’s touch. The blonde lifted the wounded wrist to her mouth and traced it’s redness with her tongue before blowing on it tenderly. The pain subsided.
“Nothing I do is for show, Miss Cross. I would have hoped you’d known that by now.” Marcia looked out at the crowded dance floor, watching the feminine curves writhe against each other to the pulsating beat; an orgy of women, moving and grinding in unison.
Touching her wrist where she was burned, Marcia pressed her cheek to Felicity’s and whispered hotly in her ear. “Dance with me.” Then she took a large sip of her martini, slid out of the booth and sauntered down onto the dance floor.
Having changed into clothes they’d sent over the day before in anticipation of their arrival at the club, the ladies blended well with the trendy lesbians. Felicity’s eyes trailed over Marcia’s curves as the black satin slip dress shivered along them. The hem ended mid-thigh and the laces of her strappy sandals snaked all the way up her calves, an emerald choker glinted and flashed against the hollow of her neck, complimenting the colour of her eyes.
With a predatory grin, Felicity flattened an imaginary crease in her black tweed short shorts, tugged needlessly on the matching vest, swiftly twisted her golden tresses up piercing them with a black chopstick and plunged into the sea of twisting bodies.
The beat was infectious; Felicity grabbed Marcia’s hips and pulled the redhead back into her, grinding as she pressed her lips to the back of her friend’s neck. Marcia’s eyes fluttered close as she rolled her hips back into Felicity’s lap and let the music play her like a marionette. Then she felt Felicity’s hand slid from her hip to her thigh, lowering to the hem of her dress where it disappeared beneath and climbed back upwards. Marcia gasped softly and leaned back against the blonde, thrusting her ass back into Felicity’s hips and reaching up to grab her neck.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Marcia?” Felicity boldly thrust her hand between Marcia’s thighs and gasped in surprise as she discovered a naked cunt, dripping with wanton desire.
Marcia spun around, dislodging Felicity’s hand and pressed herself against her friend, grinding into her as the music spun them within the crowd. Thrusting her hips, Marcia sank low to the ground, running her hands over Felicity’s writhing body; on the way back up Marcia cupped Felicity’s covered cunt and squeezed lightly with a carefree laugh.
“What the hell do you think?” Her voice was husky and playful in Felicity’s ear, her warm breath creating a luscious shudder up and down the blonde’s spine. Marcia’s tongue flicked against Felicity’s earlobe and she nibbled it into her mouth, sucking on it as the music slowed to a heavy beat.
Felicity moaned and pulled her coworker closer to her, hands splayed along the redhead’s body possessively as they danced together oblivious of the world around them. “What are we doing here then?” Felicity gasped in Marcia’s ear, grabbing her hand and yanking her off the dance floor. “Let’s go.”
...To be Continued...
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