FIC: "Good To You"
Title: Good To You
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde
Rating: Mature
Warning: RPFS, sex between consenting adult women
Word Count: 740
Summary: Megan and Olivia get some quality time alone. Written for the Anonymous Femslash Kink Meme, prompt - fisting.
Legal: This is a work of fiction, created for entertainment purposes only.
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Olivia loved many things about Megan Fox. Those beautiful eyes, especially when they were gazing up at her from between Olivia’s legs, her ‘suck the chrome from a trailer hitch’ lips and the wonderful things she could do with them. Her tits, her ass, her legs. The perfect package called Megan Fox. Hell, all that was missing was a big red bow.
But what Olivia loved most about Megan were her hands - the slender, tapered fingers, smooth palms and slim wrists. Delicate, agile, nimble hands. She loved them on her, caressing her skin, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, parting her thighs and sliding thin fingers inside her. But Olivia was never content with just Megan’s fingers, she wanted it all, all over Megan, all inside her.
The first time Megan had been slow and cautious, uncertain what to do, afraid she’d hurt Olivia. It hadn’t been perfect, fuck, it didn’t need to be. All Olivia needed was to feel Megan’s hand inside her, filling her, fucking her and she exploded within seconds.
They didn’t do it every time after that first experience. Time constraints, schedules, work had kept the times they managed to be together brief, hot, but still brief.
Then, there were the times like now. When the stars aligned and they had all the time in the world.
“You ready, baby?” Megan purred, low and throaty.
“Fuck yeah!” Olivia gasped, like she needed to be asked.
“Roll over.”
Olivia shivered, rolling over onto all fours. There was the snap of latex, a sound Olivia was accustomed to after a season on House, but it never made her feel like *this*. Like the temperature had been jacked up 20 degrees as liquid fire had pooled between her legs and lightening rippled across her skin.
Megan chuckled at the sudden roll of Olivia‘s hips. “Somebody’s in a hurry.”
“Fuck,” Olivia grunted. “It’s been awhile.”
“It hasn’t been *that* long.”
“Long enough.”
“Don’t I always take good care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now just quit being so damn impatient or I’m going to have to spank you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Megan rewarded her with a swat on the ass. Olivia laughed then relaxed a little, letting Megan take over the wheel. She was rewarded again with the sensation of lube being poured liberally on her ass. She could feel the cold liquid making its way down, through the crack of her ass, over and inside her pussy, gathering at the base hairs of her pubis and dripping onto the sheets. Another hotel mattress ruined.
Then there were fingers, those slender and glorious fingers sliding all over Olivia’s pussy lips like dexterous tongues. Olivia groaned then hissed as two slipped easily inside her, three then four. Slowly and leisurely, Megan filled her, fucked her, stretched her. And then thumb was pressing against palm and fingers were curling inside her, balling into a fist.
“Megan..” Olivia keened in frustration. Too much time in between, too much built up sexual frustration and anticipation, the first feel of Megan’s fist inside her and Olivia was already coming. She bucked and spasmed, face buried in the mattress, hands balling the sheets into white-knuckled fists, Megan twisting and turning inside her, milking her, extending the orgasm as far as Olivia could go.
Olivia collapsed on the mattress, panting and then shuddering, one last orgasm to go, as Megan withdrew. There was the sound of latex peeling off skin then tossed away and quickly forgotten. Then Megan was kissing Olivia with one of the parts Olivia loved. Lips on her ass, trailing up her back, nuzzling against her neck. Warm body pressing down on her, breasts against back, thigh between thighs.
“Sorry,” Olivia mumbled.
“For what?”
“I was hoping,” Olivia paused, Megan lifting slightly so she could roll over. “I’d last a little longer.”
“Do I look like the ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ type?”
“No,” Olivia laughed. “I just meant..”
“We’ve got all week,” Megan cut her off with a kiss. “And don’t I always take good care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Megan smiled then began a quick descent down Olivia’s torso. “Because I’m not done,” she tossed Olivia’s thighs over her shoulders. “Not by a long shot.”
Olivia closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. There were many things she loved about Megan Fox and, for the first time in awhile, she had the time to appreciate all of them.
END
Fandom: RPFS
Pairing: Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde
Rating: Mature
Warning: RPFS, sex between consenting adult women
Word Count: 740
Summary: Megan and Olivia get some quality time alone. Written for the Anonymous Femslash Kink Meme, prompt - fisting.
Legal: This is a work of fiction, created for entertainment purposes only.
**
Olivia loved many things about Megan Fox. Those beautiful eyes, especially when they were gazing up at her from between Olivia’s legs, her ‘suck the chrome from a trailer hitch’ lips and the wonderful things she could do with them. Her tits, her ass, her legs. The perfect package called Megan Fox. Hell, all that was missing was a big red bow.
But what Olivia loved most about Megan were her hands - the slender, tapered fingers, smooth palms and slim wrists. Delicate, agile, nimble hands. She loved them on her, caressing her skin, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, parting her thighs and sliding thin fingers inside her. But Olivia was never content with just Megan’s fingers, she wanted it all, all over Megan, all inside her.
The first time Megan had been slow and cautious, uncertain what to do, afraid she’d hurt Olivia. It hadn’t been perfect, fuck, it didn’t need to be. All Olivia needed was to feel Megan’s hand inside her, filling her, fucking her and she exploded within seconds.
They didn’t do it every time after that first experience. Time constraints, schedules, work had kept the times they managed to be together brief, hot, but still brief.
Then, there were the times like now. When the stars aligned and they had all the time in the world.
“You ready, baby?” Megan purred, low and throaty.
“Fuck yeah!” Olivia gasped, like she needed to be asked.
“Roll over.”
Olivia shivered, rolling over onto all fours. There was the snap of latex, a sound Olivia was accustomed to after a season on House, but it never made her feel like *this*. Like the temperature had been jacked up 20 degrees as liquid fire had pooled between her legs and lightening rippled across her skin.
Megan chuckled at the sudden roll of Olivia‘s hips. “Somebody’s in a hurry.”
“Fuck,” Olivia grunted. “It’s been awhile.”
“It hasn’t been *that* long.”
“Long enough.”
“Don’t I always take good care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now just quit being so damn impatient or I’m going to have to spank you.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Megan rewarded her with a swat on the ass. Olivia laughed then relaxed a little, letting Megan take over the wheel. She was rewarded again with the sensation of lube being poured liberally on her ass. She could feel the cold liquid making its way down, through the crack of her ass, over and inside her pussy, gathering at the base hairs of her pubis and dripping onto the sheets. Another hotel mattress ruined.
Then there were fingers, those slender and glorious fingers sliding all over Olivia’s pussy lips like dexterous tongues. Olivia groaned then hissed as two slipped easily inside her, three then four. Slowly and leisurely, Megan filled her, fucked her, stretched her. And then thumb was pressing against palm and fingers were curling inside her, balling into a fist.
“Megan..” Olivia keened in frustration. Too much time in between, too much built up sexual frustration and anticipation, the first feel of Megan’s fist inside her and Olivia was already coming. She bucked and spasmed, face buried in the mattress, hands balling the sheets into white-knuckled fists, Megan twisting and turning inside her, milking her, extending the orgasm as far as Olivia could go.
Olivia collapsed on the mattress, panting and then shuddering, one last orgasm to go, as Megan withdrew. There was the sound of latex peeling off skin then tossed away and quickly forgotten. Then Megan was kissing Olivia with one of the parts Olivia loved. Lips on her ass, trailing up her back, nuzzling against her neck. Warm body pressing down on her, breasts against back, thigh between thighs.
“Sorry,” Olivia mumbled.
“For what?”
“I was hoping,” Olivia paused, Megan lifting slightly so she could roll over. “I’d last a little longer.”
“Do I look like the ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ type?”
“No,” Olivia laughed. “I just meant..”
“We’ve got all week,” Megan cut her off with a kiss. “And don’t I always take good care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Megan smiled then began a quick descent down Olivia’s torso. “Because I’m not done,” she tossed Olivia’s thighs over her shoulders. “Not by a long shot.”
Olivia closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. There were many things she loved about Megan Fox and, for the first time in awhile, she had the time to appreciate all of them.
END