Real Person // Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock // You Go In Your Trailer
Title: You Go In Your Trailer
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #88; Bite.
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Sandra comes to apologize.
Author's Notes: Based on an Extra interview. Probably doesn't really fit the prompt. And, yeah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
Sandra knocks on Keanu's trailer door, swallowing the last of the glazed doughnut. She surreptitiously wipes the corners of her mouth for any lingering flakes.
"DAMN IT!" she hears from inside, courtesy of the paper thin walls. "What?!"
"It's me!" she calls back, unsure if she should have given him more time to cool off. "I just wanted to apologize. I'm sorry. That's it." the door opens before she can turn away.
The way he almost wrenches the door off its hinges indicates that he's still mad. His eyes are fire, flames of anger flickering in his pupils. His thumb is hooked in his mouth; a small trickle of blood leaks out. Her fear dissolves.
"What happened?" she asks, pushing her way inside and yanking the extremity from his mouth. Leading him over by the small table in the center, Sandra inspects the split of skin under the light. It stopped bleeding, but looks deep. "You cut yourself?"
"I was opening a box. The knife slipped."
"Oh Keanu." she tries not to laugh. He catches her weak attempt, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Are you laughing at me?" he crowds her against the table. "Are you laughing at me?!" voice rising, head cocked in question. "I hope you're not laughing at me." his eyes twinkle. His body is pressed up against hers in all the right places, and though she’s cramped between the sharp edge of the table and his body, Sandra’s not about to complain.
She grins. "Of course not. This is-" his lips crash into hers, silencing, claiming, demanding more, more, more. Their mouths open to one another as Sandra grips his arms to keep herself steady. She barely has time to respond, her mind whirling with how they moved from anger to lust, before he hoists her on the table for a better angle. The table bounces in response to her weight and Keanu laughs his throaty chuckle into her mouth, the sound reverberating down her body and turning her on ever more. Her nails bite into his skin. It's taking everything inside her not to rip his shirt off him, though he's already taken the liberty of unbuttoning her.
She pulls away to shrug off her top. "Are we about to have sex in your trailer?" she asks, her voice indicating that they should.
Keanu tugs his shirt over his head. He arranges himself in between her legs, shivering as Sandra's fingers skate over his warm, naked skin, inspecting the crescent moon shapes she left behind. His eyes hold hers for a few moments before he answers. Especially in times such as these, Keanu has a hard time finding words.
"Well," he responds finally, his tone low and scratchy, "you do have to make up for your ignorance somehow." he lowers his head.
"Maybe I could just-" Sandra gasps as Keanu hits the sweet spot on her neck with his wet, hot mouth. "You want me to shut up?" the words come out in a rush.
"I want you to shut up."
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #88; Bite.
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Sandra comes to apologize.
Author's Notes: Based on an Extra interview. Probably doesn't really fit the prompt. And, yeah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
Sandra knocks on Keanu's trailer door, swallowing the last of the glazed doughnut. She surreptitiously wipes the corners of her mouth for any lingering flakes.
"DAMN IT!" she hears from inside, courtesy of the paper thin walls. "What?!"
"It's me!" she calls back, unsure if she should have given him more time to cool off. "I just wanted to apologize. I'm sorry. That's it." the door opens before she can turn away.
The way he almost wrenches the door off its hinges indicates that he's still mad. His eyes are fire, flames of anger flickering in his pupils. His thumb is hooked in his mouth; a small trickle of blood leaks out. Her fear dissolves.
"What happened?" she asks, pushing her way inside and yanking the extremity from his mouth. Leading him over by the small table in the center, Sandra inspects the split of skin under the light. It stopped bleeding, but looks deep. "You cut yourself?"
"I was opening a box. The knife slipped."
"Oh Keanu." she tries not to laugh. He catches her weak attempt, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Are you laughing at me?" he crowds her against the table. "Are you laughing at me?!" voice rising, head cocked in question. "I hope you're not laughing at me." his eyes twinkle. His body is pressed up against hers in all the right places, and though she’s cramped between the sharp edge of the table and his body, Sandra’s not about to complain.
She grins. "Of course not. This is-" his lips crash into hers, silencing, claiming, demanding more, more, more. Their mouths open to one another as Sandra grips his arms to keep herself steady. She barely has time to respond, her mind whirling with how they moved from anger to lust, before he hoists her on the table for a better angle. The table bounces in response to her weight and Keanu laughs his throaty chuckle into her mouth, the sound reverberating down her body and turning her on ever more. Her nails bite into his skin. It's taking everything inside her not to rip his shirt off him, though he's already taken the liberty of unbuttoning her.
She pulls away to shrug off her top. "Are we about to have sex in your trailer?" she asks, her voice indicating that they should.
Keanu tugs his shirt over his head. He arranges himself in between her legs, shivering as Sandra's fingers skate over his warm, naked skin, inspecting the crescent moon shapes she left behind. His eyes hold hers for a few moments before he answers. Especially in times such as these, Keanu has a hard time finding words.
"Well," he responds finally, his tone low and scratchy, "you do have to make up for your ignorance somehow." he lowers his head.
"Maybe I could just-" Sandra gasps as Keanu hits the sweet spot on her neck with his wet, hot mouth. "You want me to shut up?" the words come out in a rush.
"I want you to shut up."