Fic: Again?
Title: Again?
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: UST (almost smut, but not quite)
Word Count: 1,365
Pairing: Billie Piper/Alan Rickman
Summary: "Show me what you got, old man."
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BRAINTWIN! Yes, she did, in fact, request Alan/Billie RPF for her birthday fic. Which I was all too happy to write. Yes, we have secured our place in hell, but we're okay with it. I think this is about as smutty as it can get without them actually having sex. UST FTW. Enjoy, bbs ;) (All three of you who will actually read and appreciate this XD)
Alan winced, gritting his teeth as Billie collided with him, her heel digging into his foot.
"You're supposed to go back," he said, arching an eyebrow down at her.
"No, you are," she replied, shooting a look right back at him. "Have you forgotten the steps, old man?"
The corner of his mouth rose in a smirk and he shook his head. "You're not as cute as you think you are."
"I'm adorable," she countered, jabbing his chest with the tip of her finger as she grinned up at him.
She stepped away to reset the music and he watched her go, tracing the lines of her body with his eyes and admiring the sway of her hips. A part of him knew he shouldn't be looking at her that way, but after several days of learning to dance with her for the wedding flashback scene, he'd become very aware of her soft curves and the way she felt under his hands.
The scenes he filmed with her were some of his favorites. He enjoyed watching her work; her talent was undeniable, and she had the sort of dedication to her work that he rarely saw in someone as young as she was. He also loved the downtime between takes or scenes, when she would playfully tease him or laugh at his jokes, laying her head on his shoulder and clutching his arm as she giggled.
He remembered well the day they filmed the kiss between Sam and April. It was nothing compared to some of the scenes she'd filmed with David and Jeff; even her kiss with Jensen had been more intense. But a kiss was still a kiss, and he'd felt a very secret sort of thrill when he discovered that her lips really were as soft as they looked.
He was pulled from his thoughts when she straightened and started towards him, her heels echoing in the large dance studio.
"Don't mess up this time," she said, pointing a finger at him as she approached.
"I won't if you won't," he replied, taking her hand in his once more as his other arm slipped around her waist.
"Show me what you got, old man," she said cheekily, her lips curved into a sly smile.
Old man. He smirked again, tightening his grip on her waist as the music started.
Her hand was firm on his shoulder as he guided her through the dance; it was close and he could feel every movement she made as they glided around the room.
He dipped her, biting back a groan as her pelvis pushed flush against his, and when he pulled her back up, her body pressed along the length of his, her breasts soft against his chest. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck and her breath was warm on his throat; his fingers slipped under the edge of her shirt, pressing into her skin as he held her to him.
He pushed her abruptly away, spinning her and watching the way her skirt fluttered, savoring the brief glimpse of her legs before he yanked her back to him. Her back pressed momentarily against his chest and he pressed his palm against her flat stomach, holding her tightly against him. She wiggled her arse against his groin and he had to bite his lip to keep a lewd sound from slipping out, though he didn't stop his hand from drifting further down her stomach, the tips of his fingers slipping just below the waist of her skirt. He lowered his head, relishing the feel of her soft hair against his skin, and his lips parted slightly as he inhaled the scent of her. She reached up to the back of his head, her fingers threading momentarily in his hair as her other hand covered his, nudging his fingers down until the tips brushed the elastic band of her knickers. He took a sharp breath, his mouth falling open as he resisted the urge to let his fingers dip even further. His other hand dropped to her hip and he spun her out once more.
He dipped her again when he pulled her back in, lower this time, pivoting slowly on his heel as he swung her around. Her leg lifted slightly, her knee brushing his hip, and he reached his free hand down to her leg, his fingers brushing over the skin of her calf as he held it lightly. He stared at the expanse of stomach that was revealed to him as her shirt shifted up and his grip tightened on the back of her tank top, pulling it taut across her breasts. His pulse quickened at the sight of her erect nipples, almost completely visible through the thin fabric of her top. He had to fight the sudden desire to slip his hand beneath her shirt, to cup her breast in his hand and roll her nipple between his fingers and see if he could make her moan.
He pulled her up and could feel her heart pounding as she pressed against him. He ghosted his hand over her arm, fingers skimming her flesh, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch. He turned his hand to run the tips of his fingers down her arm and his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple, fingers tracing the soft swell of her breast. She shivered, her mouth falling open in a gasp, and pressed herself into his touch, allowing his hand to cup her breast. He passed his thumb over her nipple again, relishing the small needy sound she made and once again fought the urge to pinch the nub between his thumb and forefinger. He forced his hand to follow the line of her side, fingers curling around her hip and holding her to him.
Her fingers fluttered over his neck, light on his Adam's apple and tracing a line down to the collar of his t-shirt. She gripped the fabric in her hand and a groan escaped him when her lips touched, whisper light, against his throat.
He wasn't aware of pushing her back until she was pressed between him and the mirrored wall. His hands traced the curves of her waist to her hips, one slipping further down to take hold of her thigh. He pulled her leg up against his side and she gasped softly, her grip tightening on his shirt. His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers sliding along the smooth skin of her thigh as he raised her leg higher on his side. He pressed between her legs and felt the movement of her hips as she pushed against him. Her leg twisted slightly, her heel pressing against the back of his thigh and holding him even closer. It might have just been his imagination, but he thought he could feel the heat between her legs and wondered what his fingers would find if he touched her there, if her knickers would be soaked through and clinging to her skin.
Her other hand was on the back of his neck again, her fingers twisted in his hair, and her breasts pressed against his chest in time with the quick bursts of air escaping her lips.
His eyes met hers for the first time since they'd begun this dance and he could see lust there, her arousal marked in the pink tinge of her cheeks. He leaned towards her, bringing his mouth close to hers, and thought that he could have this; he could kiss her and let this continue into whatever it was going to be. Her breath was hot against his mouth and she moved her head forward, brushing her lips against his. Her teeth grazed his lower lip, nipping it very lightly and eliciting a low rumble from him, and oh it was so tempting.
"Again?" he heard himself murmur, his voice heavy with desire.
"Again," she breathed shakily.
Despite the dull, throbbing ache low in his stomach, and despite his desire to find out how her legs would feel wrapped around his waist, he stepped away from her, a grin spreading across his face as he walked across the room to reset the music.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (nylana)
Rating: Adult
Genre: UST (almost smut, but not quite)
Word Count: 1,365
Pairing: Billie Piper/Alan Rickman
Summary: "Show me what you got, old man."
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BRAINTWIN! Yes, she did, in fact, request Alan/Billie RPF for her birthday fic. Which I was all too happy to write. Yes, we have secured our place in hell, but we're okay with it. I think this is about as smutty as it can get without them actually having sex. UST FTW. Enjoy, bbs ;) (All three of you who will actually read and appreciate this XD)
Alan winced, gritting his teeth as Billie collided with him, her heel digging into his foot.
"You're supposed to go back," he said, arching an eyebrow down at her.
"No, you are," she replied, shooting a look right back at him. "Have you forgotten the steps, old man?"
The corner of his mouth rose in a smirk and he shook his head. "You're not as cute as you think you are."
"I'm adorable," she countered, jabbing his chest with the tip of her finger as she grinned up at him.
She stepped away to reset the music and he watched her go, tracing the lines of her body with his eyes and admiring the sway of her hips. A part of him knew he shouldn't be looking at her that way, but after several days of learning to dance with her for the wedding flashback scene, he'd become very aware of her soft curves and the way she felt under his hands.
The scenes he filmed with her were some of his favorites. He enjoyed watching her work; her talent was undeniable, and she had the sort of dedication to her work that he rarely saw in someone as young as she was. He also loved the downtime between takes or scenes, when she would playfully tease him or laugh at his jokes, laying her head on his shoulder and clutching his arm as she giggled.
He remembered well the day they filmed the kiss between Sam and April. It was nothing compared to some of the scenes she'd filmed with David and Jeff; even her kiss with Jensen had been more intense. But a kiss was still a kiss, and he'd felt a very secret sort of thrill when he discovered that her lips really were as soft as they looked.
He was pulled from his thoughts when she straightened and started towards him, her heels echoing in the large dance studio.
"Don't mess up this time," she said, pointing a finger at him as she approached.
"I won't if you won't," he replied, taking her hand in his once more as his other arm slipped around her waist.
"Show me what you got, old man," she said cheekily, her lips curved into a sly smile.
Old man. He smirked again, tightening his grip on her waist as the music started.
Her hand was firm on his shoulder as he guided her through the dance; it was close and he could feel every movement she made as they glided around the room.
He dipped her, biting back a groan as her pelvis pushed flush against his, and when he pulled her back up, her body pressed along the length of his, her breasts soft against his chest. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck and her breath was warm on his throat; his fingers slipped under the edge of her shirt, pressing into her skin as he held her to him.
He pushed her abruptly away, spinning her and watching the way her skirt fluttered, savoring the brief glimpse of her legs before he yanked her back to him. Her back pressed momentarily against his chest and he pressed his palm against her flat stomach, holding her tightly against him. She wiggled her arse against his groin and he had to bite his lip to keep a lewd sound from slipping out, though he didn't stop his hand from drifting further down her stomach, the tips of his fingers slipping just below the waist of her skirt. He lowered his head, relishing the feel of her soft hair against his skin, and his lips parted slightly as he inhaled the scent of her. She reached up to the back of his head, her fingers threading momentarily in his hair as her other hand covered his, nudging his fingers down until the tips brushed the elastic band of her knickers. He took a sharp breath, his mouth falling open as he resisted the urge to let his fingers dip even further. His other hand dropped to her hip and he spun her out once more.
He dipped her again when he pulled her back in, lower this time, pivoting slowly on his heel as he swung her around. Her leg lifted slightly, her knee brushing his hip, and he reached his free hand down to her leg, his fingers brushing over the skin of her calf as he held it lightly. He stared at the expanse of stomach that was revealed to him as her shirt shifted up and his grip tightened on the back of her tank top, pulling it taut across her breasts. His pulse quickened at the sight of her erect nipples, almost completely visible through the thin fabric of her top. He had to fight the sudden desire to slip his hand beneath her shirt, to cup her breast in his hand and roll her nipple between his fingers and see if he could make her moan.
He pulled her up and could feel her heart pounding as she pressed against him. He ghosted his hand over her arm, fingers skimming her flesh, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch. He turned his hand to run the tips of his fingers down her arm and his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple, fingers tracing the soft swell of her breast. She shivered, her mouth falling open in a gasp, and pressed herself into his touch, allowing his hand to cup her breast. He passed his thumb over her nipple again, relishing the small needy sound she made and once again fought the urge to pinch the nub between his thumb and forefinger. He forced his hand to follow the line of her side, fingers curling around her hip and holding her to him.
Her fingers fluttered over his neck, light on his Adam's apple and tracing a line down to the collar of his t-shirt. She gripped the fabric in her hand and a groan escaped him when her lips touched, whisper light, against his throat.
He wasn't aware of pushing her back until she was pressed between him and the mirrored wall. His hands traced the curves of her waist to her hips, one slipping further down to take hold of her thigh. He pulled her leg up against his side and she gasped softly, her grip tightening on his shirt. His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers sliding along the smooth skin of her thigh as he raised her leg higher on his side. He pressed between her legs and felt the movement of her hips as she pushed against him. Her leg twisted slightly, her heel pressing against the back of his thigh and holding him even closer. It might have just been his imagination, but he thought he could feel the heat between her legs and wondered what his fingers would find if he touched her there, if her knickers would be soaked through and clinging to her skin.
Her other hand was on the back of his neck again, her fingers twisted in his hair, and her breasts pressed against his chest in time with the quick bursts of air escaping her lips.
His eyes met hers for the first time since they'd begun this dance and he could see lust there, her arousal marked in the pink tinge of her cheeks. He leaned towards her, bringing his mouth close to hers, and thought that he could have this; he could kiss her and let this continue into whatever it was going to be. Her breath was hot against his mouth and she moved her head forward, brushing her lips against his. Her teeth grazed his lower lip, nipping it very lightly and eliciting a low rumble from him, and oh it was so tempting.
"Again?" he heard himself murmur, his voice heavy with desire.
"Again," she breathed shakily.
Despite the dull, throbbing ache low in his stomach, and despite his desire to find out how her legs would feel wrapped around his waist, he stepped away from her, a grin spreading across his face as he walked across the room to reset the music.