Unfinished GW fic!
Title: THE COUCH OF FUCKING (working title)
Author: sailor_harry/hadisia
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: Sally/Wufei
Characters: Sally, Wufei, mentions of Duo, Hilde, Quatre, Trowa
Rating: R
Warnings: Work in progress.
Summary: Everyone has had sex on this couch at some point or another.
Notes: The idea of this fic is that it's actually a bunch of small porn fics - some ship fucking on and/or near this one couch! So far, I've only written the start of a Sally/Wufei fic. Which, yes, I've noticed all the lines either start with dialogue or a name.
Crossposted: (not crossposted)
There's a couch in the room.
It's an ordinary couch; a bit cheap, a dull shade of blue that manages to clash just so with the rest of the room. It sits against the wall, away from either corner, pillows neatly in place and coffee table a foot away.
Everyone has had sex on this couch at some point or another.
It's not like it was something anyone talked about; no one just said one night, "we should all fuck on this couch."
In fact, the first time it happened was two minutes after noon, right when Duo and Hilde were talking about just what to have for lunch. Later, with Hilde's shirt laying haphazardly over one arm and one of Duo's pants buttons teetering over the gap between the back and the wall, Duo would agree that simply ordering Chinese was a much better plan.
The second time wasn't too far behind this.
The third time, however, happened three weeks later on a late Tuesday night, after a particularly aggravating news report. Quatre had fumed and gone into a passionate, disorganized rant, interrupted more and more by snide comments from Trowa, until finally someone was pushed against the wall and someone's hip was bruised on the arm and someone was bent over, taken right on the couch and gasping into a pillow as he came, fingers entwined with the other's and grasping at a cushion.
SALLY AND WUFEI
"Absolutely not," Wufei snapped, his voice faultering a bit as Sally's arm stretched out along the back of the couch, fingertips brushing against his shoulder.
Sally smirked as she leaned over the sputtering Preventer, dingers against his shoulder, pushing him forward to meet her.
"We are not - I'm not - anyone could walk in, damnit," he hissed, even as his fingers crept up along her arm. "We shouldn't do this."
"Have a sense of adventure, Chang Wufei," Sally said against his lips.
"Mmph," Wufei replied, curling his hands in Sally's hair. He paused momentarily before tugging her against him, one hand trailing down and pushing on her back.
Sally pressed him down, not leaving a centimetre of space between them as she slipped a hand along his waist, dipping fingers underneath the band of his jeans. He made a noise, a sharp breath though his nose before shifting a leg in between hers, raising one knee and wrapping his other leg up and over the small of her back. Wufei moaned into Sally's mouth, rocking up against her as his hands moved down her hair, her face, brushing over her neck before wrestling their way under her shirt.
Sally chuckled into his mouth as Wufei's hands brushed over her navel, not stopping as they fumbled buttons open on their way to the top. She moaned into his mouth as fingers found and massaged the satin bra against her soft skin, rough palms pressing against her hardening nipples. Rocking against Wufei's thigh, Sally slipped her hand down the back of his pants, gripping his left cheek and pressing her thumb against the top of his crevasse.
Wufei's head jerked back against the pillow.
"Fuck," he cried out as Sally leaned down, lightly biting along his jaw and neck, sucking on a bit of skin right above his collarbone. He swore again, rough Mandarin through gritted teeth, thrusting up against her.
Author: sailor_harry/hadisia
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: Sally/Wufei
Characters: Sally, Wufei, mentions of Duo, Hilde, Quatre, Trowa
Rating: R
Warnings: Work in progress.
Summary: Everyone has had sex on this couch at some point or another.
Notes: The idea of this fic is that it's actually a bunch of small porn fics - some ship fucking on and/or near this one couch! So far, I've only written the start of a Sally/Wufei fic. Which, yes, I've noticed all the lines either start with dialogue or a name.
Crossposted: (not crossposted)
There's a couch in the room.
It's an ordinary couch; a bit cheap, a dull shade of blue that manages to clash just so with the rest of the room. It sits against the wall, away from either corner, pillows neatly in place and coffee table a foot away.
Everyone has had sex on this couch at some point or another.
It's not like it was something anyone talked about; no one just said one night, "we should all fuck on this couch."
In fact, the first time it happened was two minutes after noon, right when Duo and Hilde were talking about just what to have for lunch. Later, with Hilde's shirt laying haphazardly over one arm and one of Duo's pants buttons teetering over the gap between the back and the wall, Duo would agree that simply ordering Chinese was a much better plan.
The second time wasn't too far behind this.
The third time, however, happened three weeks later on a late Tuesday night, after a particularly aggravating news report. Quatre had fumed and gone into a passionate, disorganized rant, interrupted more and more by snide comments from Trowa, until finally someone was pushed against the wall and someone's hip was bruised on the arm and someone was bent over, taken right on the couch and gasping into a pillow as he came, fingers entwined with the other's and grasping at a cushion.
SALLY AND WUFEI
"Absolutely not," Wufei snapped, his voice faultering a bit as Sally's arm stretched out along the back of the couch, fingertips brushing against his shoulder.
Sally smirked as she leaned over the sputtering Preventer, dingers against his shoulder, pushing him forward to meet her.
"We are not - I'm not - anyone could walk in, damnit," he hissed, even as his fingers crept up along her arm. "We shouldn't do this."
"Have a sense of adventure, Chang Wufei," Sally said against his lips.
"Mmph," Wufei replied, curling his hands in Sally's hair. He paused momentarily before tugging her against him, one hand trailing down and pushing on her back.
Sally pressed him down, not leaving a centimetre of space between them as she slipped a hand along his waist, dipping fingers underneath the band of his jeans. He made a noise, a sharp breath though his nose before shifting a leg in between hers, raising one knee and wrapping his other leg up and over the small of her back. Wufei moaned into Sally's mouth, rocking up against her as his hands moved down her hair, her face, brushing over her neck before wrestling their way under her shirt.
Sally chuckled into his mouth as Wufei's hands brushed over her navel, not stopping as they fumbled buttons open on their way to the top. She moaned into his mouth as fingers found and massaged the satin bra against her soft skin, rough palms pressing against her hardening nipples. Rocking against Wufei's thigh, Sally slipped her hand down the back of his pants, gripping his left cheek and pressing her thumb against the top of his crevasse.
Wufei's head jerked back against the pillow.
"Fuck," he cried out as Sally leaned down, lightly biting along his jaw and neck, sucking on a bit of skin right above his collarbone. He swore again, rough Mandarin through gritted teeth, thrusting up against her.