Hottest (Mary McDonnell/Michelle Forbes)
Title: Hottest
Author: so_frakked_up
Pairing: Mary McDonnell/Michelle Forbes
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 960
Notes: Written for the prompt "Mary McDonnell/Michelle Forbes, downright wanton, hot-hotter-hottest, cheap hotel" for the fourth bsg_pornbattle. By request for, and paying a debt due to, calebar77. ;)
Disclaimer: Please consider this story as existing outside of any real personal relationship that these actors have with any other people. I’m a selfish, sick little fic writer. That being said, no copyright infringement or personal slander intended.
Mary considers herself a decent actress but she can’t hide her envy at the fact that Michelle’s landed a decent role after Battlestar, while she’s been doing guest spots on Lifetime movies about crimes of fashion. Something doesn’t seem right about it. Maybe there’s something about Michelle that she didn’t quite pick up on before.
She thinks she’s picking up on it now.
They get a little drunk at the hotel bar. They go back to Mary’s room and get a little high. There’s a steady buzz of pleasure throbbing through her body as she watches Michelle gaze over the city lights.
“What’s it like?” Mary asks as she leans back in the oversized arm chair, legs askew, swirling white wine in the crystalline flute until it spills over onto her wrist. Michelle looks over at her the moment she licks the sweet liquid off of her wrist. A dark, sculpted eyebrow goes up in question.
“It’s not me,” she says with a shrug. “It’s just acting.”
Mary takes another drink, keeping Michelle’s gaze. “How much of you is in her?”
Michelle walks over to Mary and stands next to her extended foot. “Do you want me to show you?”
Mary taps her toes against Michelle’s ankle. Her breath catches as Michelle crouches down on hands and knees and pulls her heels off one at a time.
Michelle’s tongue slides around her ankle and she tilts her head back and breathes, the rough wetness soothing on the sensitive tops of her feet, then her calves. She gasps when she feels teeth against the inner curve of one knee, then the other, biting just enough to sting. Soft, cool hands slip up the front of her skirt, skimming her thighs until they end at her torso. Fingernails dig into her flesh and she moans, the pricks of pain tingling deep in her legs, her hands pushing through the silken length of Michelle’s hair as she moves closer.
Michelle straddles her leg then, her short black dress riding up her thighs. Mary feels her heat through thin fabric. Mary lifts her head to meet Michelle’s eyes, then presses her thigh up, challenging Michelle to react. She doesn’t, and Mary wonders if she’s feeling the same deep swirl of heat inside that she is.
Michelle lowers her mouth to Mary’s neck and licks, nibbles, and bites, pressing her into the chair and gently grinding herself into Mary’s thigh. The moan of pleasure barely escapes Mary’s lips before Michelle’s mouth claims hers. It’s a kiss of surprising strength. Mary clutches at Michelle’s bare thighs, her fingers tensing against the smooth lines of muscle.
“That was hot,” Mary breathes when Michelle breaks the kiss.
“You know what’s hotter?” Michelle asks, teeth tugging on her lower lip.
Mary raises her eyebrow and Michelle pushes her hand past the low-cut collar of Mary’s dress, palming her breast roughly. She lowers her head to lick the straining tendon of Mary’s neck. Her fingers twist at the hardened peak they find and they breathe out a simultaneous moan, which only heightens Mary’s senses.
“Fuck,” she breathes as Michelle’s teeth claim her earlobe. Her mind is spinning but there’s only one thing she wants to do. Her fingers twitch on Michelle’s legs in anticipation. “You know what’s hottest?”
Michelle looks up into her eyes then, a smoldering gaze transfixed upon her, even as Mary moves her hand to Michelle’s inner thigh and traces a light line upward with her fingertips. Her breath is scant as she slides two fingers over the dampened fabric. Michelle’s tongue flicks over her lips, and it’s this reaction alone that prompts Mary to slip her fingers under the sheath covering the heat she’s found.
“This." Mary pushes two fingers inside of Michelle, an easy slide, all the way to the knuckle. Michelle pants and bears down on her hand, then rolls her hips in encouragement. Mary thrusts upward, harder than they both expected, and a soft whimper escapes Mary’s lips at the feeling of smooth, hot muscle clamping around her fingers.
“Fuck.” It’s Michelle’s turn to curse as she tilts her head to the side and lifts up her skirt, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder and chest as she watches, soft moans escaping her as they find an easy rhythm. Mary watches Michelle slide a hand underneath her panties and feels a flash of pleasure spike through her body when Michelle’s shiver indicates she’s started touching herself.
“I want three,” Michelle whispers. Mary loses her breath just for an instance before doing what she’s asked, pulling her slippery fingers out and working three back in, slowly pushing and curling them deep inside the woman currently undulating against her lap.
“Yeah?” She thrusts harder and Michelle’s head tilts back as she moans breathily. Mary can feel the motion of Michelle’s hand in her underwear, increasingly more frantic, and the shudder of her body.
“Yeah,” Michelle answers, suddenly gasping. The hand still palming Mary’s breast squeezes tightly as Mary feels Michelle come; she’s surprisingly quiet when she does, her mouth open and panting, the softest of whimpers matching the spasms Mary feels around her fingers. Wetness floods her palm and she watches in awe as Michelle comes down, her eyes opening slowly to greet Mary’s with a soft smile.
Mary pulls her hand away slowly and Michelle catches her wrist, firmly grasping it with a circle of her fingers. She brings it up to her mouth and sucks two fingers inside with a satisfied hum.
“Never mind,” Mary says. “That’s the hottest.”
Michelle lowers her head until her breath is on Mary’s lips. “It’s far too early in the night to jump to any hasty conclusions.”
Author: so_frakked_up
Pairing: Mary McDonnell/Michelle Forbes
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 960
Notes: Written for the prompt "Mary McDonnell/Michelle Forbes, downright wanton, hot-hotter-hottest, cheap hotel" for the fourth bsg_pornbattle. By request for, and paying a debt due to, calebar77. ;)
Disclaimer: Please consider this story as existing outside of any real personal relationship that these actors have with any other people. I’m a selfish, sick little fic writer. That being said, no copyright infringement or personal slander intended.
Mary considers herself a decent actress but she can’t hide her envy at the fact that Michelle’s landed a decent role after Battlestar, while she’s been doing guest spots on Lifetime movies about crimes of fashion. Something doesn’t seem right about it. Maybe there’s something about Michelle that she didn’t quite pick up on before.
She thinks she’s picking up on it now.
They get a little drunk at the hotel bar. They go back to Mary’s room and get a little high. There’s a steady buzz of pleasure throbbing through her body as she watches Michelle gaze over the city lights.
“What’s it like?” Mary asks as she leans back in the oversized arm chair, legs askew, swirling white wine in the crystalline flute until it spills over onto her wrist. Michelle looks over at her the moment she licks the sweet liquid off of her wrist. A dark, sculpted eyebrow goes up in question.
“It’s not me,” she says with a shrug. “It’s just acting.”
Mary takes another drink, keeping Michelle’s gaze. “How much of you is in her?”
Michelle walks over to Mary and stands next to her extended foot. “Do you want me to show you?”
Mary taps her toes against Michelle’s ankle. Her breath catches as Michelle crouches down on hands and knees and pulls her heels off one at a time.
Michelle’s tongue slides around her ankle and she tilts her head back and breathes, the rough wetness soothing on the sensitive tops of her feet, then her calves. She gasps when she feels teeth against the inner curve of one knee, then the other, biting just enough to sting. Soft, cool hands slip up the front of her skirt, skimming her thighs until they end at her torso. Fingernails dig into her flesh and she moans, the pricks of pain tingling deep in her legs, her hands pushing through the silken length of Michelle’s hair as she moves closer.
Michelle straddles her leg then, her short black dress riding up her thighs. Mary feels her heat through thin fabric. Mary lifts her head to meet Michelle’s eyes, then presses her thigh up, challenging Michelle to react. She doesn’t, and Mary wonders if she’s feeling the same deep swirl of heat inside that she is.
Michelle lowers her mouth to Mary’s neck and licks, nibbles, and bites, pressing her into the chair and gently grinding herself into Mary’s thigh. The moan of pleasure barely escapes Mary’s lips before Michelle’s mouth claims hers. It’s a kiss of surprising strength. Mary clutches at Michelle’s bare thighs, her fingers tensing against the smooth lines of muscle.
“That was hot,” Mary breathes when Michelle breaks the kiss.
“You know what’s hotter?” Michelle asks, teeth tugging on her lower lip.
Mary raises her eyebrow and Michelle pushes her hand past the low-cut collar of Mary’s dress, palming her breast roughly. She lowers her head to lick the straining tendon of Mary’s neck. Her fingers twist at the hardened peak they find and they breathe out a simultaneous moan, which only heightens Mary’s senses.
“Fuck,” she breathes as Michelle’s teeth claim her earlobe. Her mind is spinning but there’s only one thing she wants to do. Her fingers twitch on Michelle’s legs in anticipation. “You know what’s hottest?”
Michelle looks up into her eyes then, a smoldering gaze transfixed upon her, even as Mary moves her hand to Michelle’s inner thigh and traces a light line upward with her fingertips. Her breath is scant as she slides two fingers over the dampened fabric. Michelle’s tongue flicks over her lips, and it’s this reaction alone that prompts Mary to slip her fingers under the sheath covering the heat she’s found.
“This." Mary pushes two fingers inside of Michelle, an easy slide, all the way to the knuckle. Michelle pants and bears down on her hand, then rolls her hips in encouragement. Mary thrusts upward, harder than they both expected, and a soft whimper escapes Mary’s lips at the feeling of smooth, hot muscle clamping around her fingers.
“Fuck.” It’s Michelle’s turn to curse as she tilts her head to the side and lifts up her skirt, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder and chest as she watches, soft moans escaping her as they find an easy rhythm. Mary watches Michelle slide a hand underneath her panties and feels a flash of pleasure spike through her body when Michelle’s shiver indicates she’s started touching herself.
“I want three,” Michelle whispers. Mary loses her breath just for an instance before doing what she’s asked, pulling her slippery fingers out and working three back in, slowly pushing and curling them deep inside the woman currently undulating against her lap.
“Yeah?” She thrusts harder and Michelle’s head tilts back as she moans breathily. Mary can feel the motion of Michelle’s hand in her underwear, increasingly more frantic, and the shudder of her body.
“Yeah,” Michelle answers, suddenly gasping. The hand still palming Mary’s breast squeezes tightly as Mary feels Michelle come; she’s surprisingly quiet when she does, her mouth open and panting, the softest of whimpers matching the spasms Mary feels around her fingers. Wetness floods her palm and she watches in awe as Michelle comes down, her eyes opening slowly to greet Mary’s with a soft smile.
Mary pulls her hand away slowly and Michelle catches her wrist, firmly grasping it with a circle of her fingers. She brings it up to her mouth and sucks two fingers inside with a satisfied hum.
“Never mind,” Mary says. “That’s the hottest.”
Michelle lowers her head until her breath is on Mary’s lips. “It’s far too early in the night to jump to any hasty conclusions.”