My Favorite Book: Fic for bekkis
Title: My Favorite Book
Author/Artist: taintedlove
Recipient: bekkis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femslash, light bondage
Pairing: Adrianne Palicki/Danneel Harris
Summary: A sleepy Sunday morning.
Notes: Written for bekkis for the spn_fs_exchange. I am so sorry about the delay, but I loved writing this fic! Hope you love reading it!
I also made a companion soundtrack to go with it, it can be found here.
The tangle of arms and legs around Adrianne made her smile. The first rays of sunlight began to stream through the open window, angling to hit the bed just right. She had stayed in a hotel once that was positioned so the bed was in the way of the window, and when the sun came up it would land right on her face, and had wanted to wake up like that ever since. Sure, sometimes it meant waking up a little earlier than she wanted, but it would always be infinitely better than being dragged from sleep by the squawk of an alarm clock.
The warm body beside her stirred, just a little bit. While Adrianne was a sun worshipper, tanned and warm, Danneel hated it. She hated that she didn’t really tan, just broke out in freckles too tiny to see, unless you were as up close as Adrianne was right now. A careless arm was thrown around her, fingers intertwined with hers. She had never quite understood how Danneel got to be the big spoon; Adrianne had a good four inches on her. But something about allowing someone else to protect her had always been appealing. Most people looked at her and saw an Amazon, with legs that went on for miles, and perfect hair, and straight white teeth. It wasn’t bragging; in this business you have to be aware of how you look, what your body is doing, constantly. Don’t strike a pose that won’t make you look thinner, don’t drink a soda that will put on an extra pound. Don’t get a tattoo that can’t be covered up. There are rules, etiquette for how to behave. Never trip, never falter, never leave the house without make up done to perfection and steps that are sure.
And then there was Danneel. Danneel who drank like a boy and loved to sing but wouldn’t let anyone hear her, and who calls her Annie and tells her she’s beautiful without wanting anything in return. Adrianne never realized how jaded she had become. With most of the men she knew, it was trade. A compliment for a sexual favor. When they say you’re pretty, it’s just to get in your pants. That’s what she’d heard since childhood, right? Boys are only after one thing. You’ve got to keep your legs crossed, wait until the right one comes around. Mama, she’d think. That’s no way to get ahead in life. She’d never done the things she knew other girls did, bending over for a part, sucking up and sucking dick. She’d just come to accept that life just goes that way.
Until Danneel.
The first time they had done this, it was a Saturday night in Vancouver. Danneel was visiting Jensen, Adrianne was back as Jess. She and Jared had always gotten along so well, and when the three of them had invited her out to dinner she hadn’t thought twice about it. The four of them had grooved so well, and she honestly wasn’t a bit surprised when, at the end of the night, Jensen and Jared had left to their house and the girls had stayed out, walking the streets until early in the morning, talking about this or that. It had been cold, but Danneel held her hand she didn’t feel it at all. It should’ve been cliché, standing on a bridge and watching the sun rise, but when Danneel had reached over to kiss her, it hadn’t felt anything other than perfect.
“You’re thinking too loud, Tex,” Danneel murmured. Fingertips that had been still began tracing circles and shapes all over Adrianne’s stomach, light enough to tickle. They traveled over her body, following the dips and curves, Adrianne let her eyes droop, relishing in the feeling of Danneel around her and the sun caressing them both. They both wriggled around a bit, trying to find the most comfortable position.
It had taken them weeks to figure out how to sleep in the same bed. They’d fall asleep in each others arms, happy peaceful, and every morning, Danneel would be sprawled across two thirds of the bed, leaving Adrianne in danger of falling off the edge. It wouldn’t last long, though. Danneel would see it and bring her back, pulling her back to where it was safe and warm, never let her hang for too long.
She didn’t often say it, but that’s what Adrianne loved the most about Danneel. Of course she loved that she was so beautiful, and she loved her intelligence, she loved her talent. But above all, Danneel’s strength was what set her apart. She knew what was needed and she did it. Like right now.
Danneel’s fingers kept trailing along her body, stroking, skimming, like she was memorizing everything. Nothing forgotten, nothing left out. Adrianne didn’t let out a purr, but it was close. She arched into the touch, allowing herself to enjoy it. They didn’t have moments like this often, when they could just take their time becoming reacquainted with each other’s bodies. The weeks were so busy, filming, being on separate sides of the country… Danneel loved Carolina, it made her feel close to her roots, and Adrianne sometimes forgot that she wasn’t really from Texas at all, but this one bedroom apartment they kept, half an hour away from the smog and prying eyes of Los Angeles, this was where they were at home. This was safe, here they could be whoever they wanted to be. Could do whatever they wanted, could feel anything they needed to.
Danneel’s hands continued their journey, traveling up Adrianne’s arms, pulling them over her head and reaching for the scarf they kept wound around one of the posts of the bed.
“I’ve got you, Annie,” Danneel’s voice is sleep raspy, tying a light knot around Adrianne’s wrists. She relaxed, trusting Danneel to get her where she wanted to be. They didn’t need words, not really. The alarm on their stereo went off, and soft classical music began playing over the speakers, almost drown out by the sound of light breathing. Danneel bent back down, running her fingers along Adrianne’s neck and along her collarbone. She felt herself let out a small sigh when her girlfriend’s fingers were replaced by her mouth, still light. Their eyes stayed locked as Danneel traced the lace pattern of her bra, mouthing at the warm, luscious breasts beneath it. Danneel stayed there, pinching and licking at Adrianne’s nipples just long enough to draw out a slow, deep moan of pleasure before she continued downwards, letting her tongue drag across the muscles of her stomach, and down towards her hipbones. Adrianne tried to arch, wriggle around enough to get Danneel’s mouth where she wanted it, but between the silk scarf binding her and the heavy hand Danneel placed on her stomach to keep her still, she couldn’t move at all.
She could ask for it, she knew she could. All it would take was one word and Danneel would be pumping fingers in her, getting her off hard and fast. But she didn’t ask, she wouldn’t. She let herself trust that Danneel knew what she needed, maybe even more than Adrianne herself. And she got a sort of thrill out of the wait, the anticipation. The pressure was already beginning to build, and she could feel herself getting wet. There were some lazy mornings when Danneel would spend hours doing just this, licking and teasing every inch of her body until Adrianne’s nerves were a live wire and it just took one touch of her finger to send her over the edge.
Adrianne was almost afraid that’s what Danneel has on the agenda for the day when she completely passed Adrianne’s panties run to her tongue along the lines of her hipbones. And while spending hours in bed sounded like heaven, it had been a week since they were together and lucid enough to do anything more than exchange a few kisses. Adrianne had never thought she’d be up for a long distance relationship, had thought she’d ever meet anyone who would be worth not being with every day.
But then there was Danneel.
Danneel who was looking up at her with heavy lidded eyes, hair tousled to all hell, not a stitch of make up, and who still looking like a goddess. Danneel who seemed to have all the effortless confidence in the world, could have any man or woman she wanted, but still looked at Adrianne as if she was the most beautiful and precious thing in her world. Adrianne still didn’t always believe it was real.
“All you have to do is ask, Annie. I want you to tell me what you want.” Adrianne swallowed. This was the hardest part, so of course it would be what Danneel asked. Everything her girlfriend did was to help her, to draw her out of the shell that she had spent so long building up. She tugged at the scarf, trying to use her hands and body to tell what she wanted, but Danneel wasn’t having any of it. When Adrianne tried to buck up, Danneel sat back on her heels, withdrawing any contact at all. Adrianne moaned, feeling the phantom touch on her stomach, where Danneel’s hand had held her down, and on her leg, where Danneel’s hair had brushed as she licked along her thighs.
“You bitch,” Adrianne muttered, and Danneel just grinned lazily. “Touch me, lick me, eat me out. Anything, just… You, your hands, on me now.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. In a split second Danneel was on her belly and mouthing at Adrianne through her lace panties. She had soaked all the way through them, and Danneel moaned at the taste, lapping at it like candy. Adrianne had never met anyone in her life that loved eating girls out as much as Danneel. She loved everything about it, the taste, the feel, the sounds that it drew out, and she loved narrating, telling Adrianne how good she tasted, and show warm she was, how beautiful she was. Sometimes it seemed like she was just trying to see how long it would take for Adrianne to be completely flushed. Adrianne wanted to grab Danneel’s hair, to pull her closer, anything to get more friction than she was getting now, but the scarf holding her hands over her head held tight, so she could only writhe and twist, trying to get the angles she wanted. In one swift motion Danneel yanked her underwear off, and drove her tongue straight into Adrianne, no warning, and immediately started twisting and curving enthusiastically around inside her. Adrianne didn’t have enough time to register the shock, couldn’t do anything more than let out a full body shudder at the sudden onslaught of sensations ripping through her.
When her lover meant business, she sure as hell meant business. It took less than a minute for her to have Adrianne moaning and gasping beneath her, with her mouth vacuumed tight around her clit and two fingers pumping in and out of her, twisting and curving, not letting up for anything. It was an embarrassingly short amount of time before Adrianne was coming, gushing into Danneel’s mouth and down her thighs. A hoarse scream tore from her lips, like she couldn’t hold it back even if she wanted to. Danneel wrapped one arm around her waist, as if anchoring her down through the aftershocks, whispering words into her skin that Adrianne couldn’t hear over the sound of her own heart beating. When her breathing finally calmed, Danneel reached up and loosened the scarf, freeing Adrianne’s hands and placing a kiss on each of her wrists, then lowering herself to straddle her waist and leaned down to lazily make out with her. Adrianne reached up and started cupping and stroking Danneel’s breasts, lightly at first, building pressure until Danneel was grinding against Adrianne’s leg, pushing and writhing, and finally reached her release, shuddering and moaning and collapsing against Adrianne, sweaty and breathless.
Later they would wrap up in their sheets and pad out to the kitchen, make some coffee, and curl up in front of the tv. Or they would just stay in bed for hours. It didn’t really matter. It was a Sunday, an anything goes day.
And there wasn’t a person in the world that Adrianne would rather share it with.
Author/Artist: taintedlove
Recipient: bekkis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femslash, light bondage
Pairing: Adrianne Palicki/Danneel Harris
Summary: A sleepy Sunday morning.
Notes: Written for bekkis for the spn_fs_exchange. I am so sorry about the delay, but I loved writing this fic! Hope you love reading it!
I also made a companion soundtrack to go with it, it can be found here.
The tangle of arms and legs around Adrianne made her smile. The first rays of sunlight began to stream through the open window, angling to hit the bed just right. She had stayed in a hotel once that was positioned so the bed was in the way of the window, and when the sun came up it would land right on her face, and had wanted to wake up like that ever since. Sure, sometimes it meant waking up a little earlier than she wanted, but it would always be infinitely better than being dragged from sleep by the squawk of an alarm clock.
The warm body beside her stirred, just a little bit. While Adrianne was a sun worshipper, tanned and warm, Danneel hated it. She hated that she didn’t really tan, just broke out in freckles too tiny to see, unless you were as up close as Adrianne was right now. A careless arm was thrown around her, fingers intertwined with hers. She had never quite understood how Danneel got to be the big spoon; Adrianne had a good four inches on her. But something about allowing someone else to protect her had always been appealing. Most people looked at her and saw an Amazon, with legs that went on for miles, and perfect hair, and straight white teeth. It wasn’t bragging; in this business you have to be aware of how you look, what your body is doing, constantly. Don’t strike a pose that won’t make you look thinner, don’t drink a soda that will put on an extra pound. Don’t get a tattoo that can’t be covered up. There are rules, etiquette for how to behave. Never trip, never falter, never leave the house without make up done to perfection and steps that are sure.
And then there was Danneel. Danneel who drank like a boy and loved to sing but wouldn’t let anyone hear her, and who calls her Annie and tells her she’s beautiful without wanting anything in return. Adrianne never realized how jaded she had become. With most of the men she knew, it was trade. A compliment for a sexual favor. When they say you’re pretty, it’s just to get in your pants. That’s what she’d heard since childhood, right? Boys are only after one thing. You’ve got to keep your legs crossed, wait until the right one comes around. Mama, she’d think. That’s no way to get ahead in life. She’d never done the things she knew other girls did, bending over for a part, sucking up and sucking dick. She’d just come to accept that life just goes that way.
Until Danneel.
The first time they had done this, it was a Saturday night in Vancouver. Danneel was visiting Jensen, Adrianne was back as Jess. She and Jared had always gotten along so well, and when the three of them had invited her out to dinner she hadn’t thought twice about it. The four of them had grooved so well, and she honestly wasn’t a bit surprised when, at the end of the night, Jensen and Jared had left to their house and the girls had stayed out, walking the streets until early in the morning, talking about this or that. It had been cold, but Danneel held her hand she didn’t feel it at all. It should’ve been cliché, standing on a bridge and watching the sun rise, but when Danneel had reached over to kiss her, it hadn’t felt anything other than perfect.
“You’re thinking too loud, Tex,” Danneel murmured. Fingertips that had been still began tracing circles and shapes all over Adrianne’s stomach, light enough to tickle. They traveled over her body, following the dips and curves, Adrianne let her eyes droop, relishing in the feeling of Danneel around her and the sun caressing them both. They both wriggled around a bit, trying to find the most comfortable position.
It had taken them weeks to figure out how to sleep in the same bed. They’d fall asleep in each others arms, happy peaceful, and every morning, Danneel would be sprawled across two thirds of the bed, leaving Adrianne in danger of falling off the edge. It wouldn’t last long, though. Danneel would see it and bring her back, pulling her back to where it was safe and warm, never let her hang for too long.
She didn’t often say it, but that’s what Adrianne loved the most about Danneel. Of course she loved that she was so beautiful, and she loved her intelligence, she loved her talent. But above all, Danneel’s strength was what set her apart. She knew what was needed and she did it. Like right now.
Danneel’s fingers kept trailing along her body, stroking, skimming, like she was memorizing everything. Nothing forgotten, nothing left out. Adrianne didn’t let out a purr, but it was close. She arched into the touch, allowing herself to enjoy it. They didn’t have moments like this often, when they could just take their time becoming reacquainted with each other’s bodies. The weeks were so busy, filming, being on separate sides of the country… Danneel loved Carolina, it made her feel close to her roots, and Adrianne sometimes forgot that she wasn’t really from Texas at all, but this one bedroom apartment they kept, half an hour away from the smog and prying eyes of Los Angeles, this was where they were at home. This was safe, here they could be whoever they wanted to be. Could do whatever they wanted, could feel anything they needed to.
Danneel’s hands continued their journey, traveling up Adrianne’s arms, pulling them over her head and reaching for the scarf they kept wound around one of the posts of the bed.
“I’ve got you, Annie,” Danneel’s voice is sleep raspy, tying a light knot around Adrianne’s wrists. She relaxed, trusting Danneel to get her where she wanted to be. They didn’t need words, not really. The alarm on their stereo went off, and soft classical music began playing over the speakers, almost drown out by the sound of light breathing. Danneel bent back down, running her fingers along Adrianne’s neck and along her collarbone. She felt herself let out a small sigh when her girlfriend’s fingers were replaced by her mouth, still light. Their eyes stayed locked as Danneel traced the lace pattern of her bra, mouthing at the warm, luscious breasts beneath it. Danneel stayed there, pinching and licking at Adrianne’s nipples just long enough to draw out a slow, deep moan of pleasure before she continued downwards, letting her tongue drag across the muscles of her stomach, and down towards her hipbones. Adrianne tried to arch, wriggle around enough to get Danneel’s mouth where she wanted it, but between the silk scarf binding her and the heavy hand Danneel placed on her stomach to keep her still, she couldn’t move at all.
She could ask for it, she knew she could. All it would take was one word and Danneel would be pumping fingers in her, getting her off hard and fast. But she didn’t ask, she wouldn’t. She let herself trust that Danneel knew what she needed, maybe even more than Adrianne herself. And she got a sort of thrill out of the wait, the anticipation. The pressure was already beginning to build, and she could feel herself getting wet. There were some lazy mornings when Danneel would spend hours doing just this, licking and teasing every inch of her body until Adrianne’s nerves were a live wire and it just took one touch of her finger to send her over the edge.
Adrianne was almost afraid that’s what Danneel has on the agenda for the day when she completely passed Adrianne’s panties run to her tongue along the lines of her hipbones. And while spending hours in bed sounded like heaven, it had been a week since they were together and lucid enough to do anything more than exchange a few kisses. Adrianne had never thought she’d be up for a long distance relationship, had thought she’d ever meet anyone who would be worth not being with every day.
But then there was Danneel.
Danneel who was looking up at her with heavy lidded eyes, hair tousled to all hell, not a stitch of make up, and who still looking like a goddess. Danneel who seemed to have all the effortless confidence in the world, could have any man or woman she wanted, but still looked at Adrianne as if she was the most beautiful and precious thing in her world. Adrianne still didn’t always believe it was real.
“All you have to do is ask, Annie. I want you to tell me what you want.” Adrianne swallowed. This was the hardest part, so of course it would be what Danneel asked. Everything her girlfriend did was to help her, to draw her out of the shell that she had spent so long building up. She tugged at the scarf, trying to use her hands and body to tell what she wanted, but Danneel wasn’t having any of it. When Adrianne tried to buck up, Danneel sat back on her heels, withdrawing any contact at all. Adrianne moaned, feeling the phantom touch on her stomach, where Danneel’s hand had held her down, and on her leg, where Danneel’s hair had brushed as she licked along her thighs.
“You bitch,” Adrianne muttered, and Danneel just grinned lazily. “Touch me, lick me, eat me out. Anything, just… You, your hands, on me now.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. In a split second Danneel was on her belly and mouthing at Adrianne through her lace panties. She had soaked all the way through them, and Danneel moaned at the taste, lapping at it like candy. Adrianne had never met anyone in her life that loved eating girls out as much as Danneel. She loved everything about it, the taste, the feel, the sounds that it drew out, and she loved narrating, telling Adrianne how good she tasted, and show warm she was, how beautiful she was. Sometimes it seemed like she was just trying to see how long it would take for Adrianne to be completely flushed. Adrianne wanted to grab Danneel’s hair, to pull her closer, anything to get more friction than she was getting now, but the scarf holding her hands over her head held tight, so she could only writhe and twist, trying to get the angles she wanted. In one swift motion Danneel yanked her underwear off, and drove her tongue straight into Adrianne, no warning, and immediately started twisting and curving enthusiastically around inside her. Adrianne didn’t have enough time to register the shock, couldn’t do anything more than let out a full body shudder at the sudden onslaught of sensations ripping through her.
When her lover meant business, she sure as hell meant business. It took less than a minute for her to have Adrianne moaning and gasping beneath her, with her mouth vacuumed tight around her clit and two fingers pumping in and out of her, twisting and curving, not letting up for anything. It was an embarrassingly short amount of time before Adrianne was coming, gushing into Danneel’s mouth and down her thighs. A hoarse scream tore from her lips, like she couldn’t hold it back even if she wanted to. Danneel wrapped one arm around her waist, as if anchoring her down through the aftershocks, whispering words into her skin that Adrianne couldn’t hear over the sound of her own heart beating. When her breathing finally calmed, Danneel reached up and loosened the scarf, freeing Adrianne’s hands and placing a kiss on each of her wrists, then lowering herself to straddle her waist and leaned down to lazily make out with her. Adrianne reached up and started cupping and stroking Danneel’s breasts, lightly at first, building pressure until Danneel was grinding against Adrianne’s leg, pushing and writhing, and finally reached her release, shuddering and moaning and collapsing against Adrianne, sweaty and breathless.
Later they would wrap up in their sheets and pad out to the kitchen, make some coffee, and curl up in front of the tv. Or they would just stay in bed for hours. It didn’t really matter. It was a Sunday, an anything goes day.
And there wasn’t a person in the world that Adrianne would rather share it with.