porn battle fic!!
Title: Giving into Temptation
Fandom: Big Love
Pairing: Sarah/Heather
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is the unabridged version of my piece for oxoniensis' Porn Battle (Fourth Verse, Same as the First). (Abridged version posted here, so I don't have to hunt for it later, LOL.) Un-betaed, although i_am_may read it to try to reassure me that it wasn't complete and utter shit. This is my first piece of femslash, so please be gentle (and encouraging, if you like). And, as always, feedback is love.
This is the turning point.
Late one beautiful summer night after work, driving Sarah home. She's leaning towards the radio, laughing at something silly that'd happened earlier, and you just keep glancing over at her, your eyes like a ping-pong match between her and the road. You realize that she's winning, and pull the car over.
This is the beginning.
You don't know why you came to this ridiculous party. You see Sarah, and she's drunk, and it's only once that her head is in your lap that you realize why you're here.
She's messed up enough that when you lean down to kiss her forehead, she barely stirs. So when you move a little lower and lightly touch your lips to hers, it must just be your imagination. And when she kisses you back a little, you know you must be hallucinating.
This is the point of no return.
She's quiet, suddenly, and it's overwhelming. "Heather?"
You don't know what to say, so you lean over and kiss her cheek. Everything freezes as your other hand somehow ends up on her other cheek.
You think you're hallucinating again when she leans in and kisses you gently on the lips. She puts the back of her seat down and tugs you into the back with her, beaming the whole way.
And then suddenly you're kissing furiously and hands are touching and you know this isn't right but you just can't help yourself. She's as sweet as the air through the windows and oh god, the windows but it's too late to worry as she slowly slides her hand down your side and then.
Her hand teases at your back as she begins to suck at your neck. And you know that what you're doing is wrong because it feels so good but you don't care, you've already given into temptation and tasted the apple and all of that other stuff but you can't imagine there's any going back now and you can't imagine ever caring and so.
When her hands start sliding up your shirt you let her pull it all the way off. Suddenly your bra's off too, and her mouth on your breast is possibly the most amazing thing you've ever felt. You move your hands down and let them dance at her hem until she finally gets frustrated and says in the most wonderful gravelly voice you've ever heard, "Could you please stop teasing and just do it already? I'm dying here!" and god.
Her bra is pale pink and lacy and goodness, are you ever going to hell for this. Her skin is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and you want to see as much as you can. You want to be kissing her again, so you put your hand on the back of her neck and pull her back up to you. You kiss her hard as your hands move down to her hips. She tangles her hands in your hair as you skim your hands back up her hips and around her waist to the front of her pants.
She pulls away. "What are you --?"
You lean in and kiss her again, hard, sure. She pulls away again, panting this time. "Please."
You clumsily move your mouth down to her neck as your hands fumble with her fly. Her hands tangle with yours and before you realize what's happened, her pants are on the floor and she's gasping for air.
Her panties match her bra and you're breathless, just staring. "So beautiful," you whisper into the silence. She blushes faintly, and stares down at her hands.
You kiss your way down her body, slowly touching every inch of skin you've ever wondered about. You take her bra off as you reach her breasts, dipping your tongue between them to taste her skin. She arches into you and you pull your tongue slowly down her chest to her stomach. Her hands play with your hair, and she wordlessly urges you downward. You dance your tongue around her belly button a few times before moving down and dragging her panties down her hips.
You gaze down at her for a moment before leaning down and nipping lightly at her thigh. She shivers as you slide your hands up her legs, and you're in heaven as you kiss your way slowly upward. You lap at her slowly, and she's so salty sweet, you can't help it, you lick and suck faster and harder. You slide a finger inside of her and she arches into you hard, moaning desperately and incoherently. She alternates over and over between your name and God's, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know that should worry you, but goodness, when she sounds like that, you just can't bring yourself to care. She's incredible, moving beneath you, and you slide another finger in just to see if she'll writhe more. She doesn't disappoint, and her moans get louder and you slip a little bit from all of her moving around. Suddenly she's arching sharply and barely breathing between screams you could swear everyone within a mile can hear, and she's pulling you back up to her mouth and kissing you ohsohard. She shudders as she tries to sit up and your finger slips out of her. She pulls you to sit up with her, and you suddenly have this need to curl up in her lap as she puts soft kisses all along your cheek and neck and murmurs soft nonsense into your skin.
You sit there quietly for a while until one of you realizes the time, then you slowly, reluctantly redress and climb back into the front of the car. And you worry that maybe, maybe you were hallucinating this whole time, and you're crushed the whole rest of the way to her house.
But then she leans over and kisses you on her way out of the car, long and slow, and you forget about hallucinations and pretty much everything else. And even though you're sure you're going to hell, you're in heaven the whole rest of the night, and everything else will just have to work itself out.
Fandom: Big Love
Pairing: Sarah/Heather
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This is the unabridged version of my piece for oxoniensis' Porn Battle (Fourth Verse, Same as the First). (Abridged version posted here, so I don't have to hunt for it later, LOL.) Un-betaed, although i_am_may read it to try to reassure me that it wasn't complete and utter shit. This is my first piece of femslash, so please be gentle (and encouraging, if you like). And, as always, feedback is love.
This is the turning point.
Late one beautiful summer night after work, driving Sarah home. She's leaning towards the radio, laughing at something silly that'd happened earlier, and you just keep glancing over at her, your eyes like a ping-pong match between her and the road. You realize that she's winning, and pull the car over.
This is the beginning.
You don't know why you came to this ridiculous party. You see Sarah, and she's drunk, and it's only once that her head is in your lap that you realize why you're here.
She's messed up enough that when you lean down to kiss her forehead, she barely stirs. So when you move a little lower and lightly touch your lips to hers, it must just be your imagination. And when she kisses you back a little, you know you must be hallucinating.
This is the point of no return.
She's quiet, suddenly, and it's overwhelming. "Heather?"
You don't know what to say, so you lean over and kiss her cheek. Everything freezes as your other hand somehow ends up on her other cheek.
You think you're hallucinating again when she leans in and kisses you gently on the lips. She puts the back of her seat down and tugs you into the back with her, beaming the whole way.
And then suddenly you're kissing furiously and hands are touching and you know this isn't right but you just can't help yourself. She's as sweet as the air through the windows and oh god, the windows but it's too late to worry as she slowly slides her hand down your side and then.
Her hand teases at your back as she begins to suck at your neck. And you know that what you're doing is wrong because it feels so good but you don't care, you've already given into temptation and tasted the apple and all of that other stuff but you can't imagine there's any going back now and you can't imagine ever caring and so.
When her hands start sliding up your shirt you let her pull it all the way off. Suddenly your bra's off too, and her mouth on your breast is possibly the most amazing thing you've ever felt. You move your hands down and let them dance at her hem until she finally gets frustrated and says in the most wonderful gravelly voice you've ever heard, "Could you please stop teasing and just do it already? I'm dying here!" and god.
Her bra is pale pink and lacy and goodness, are you ever going to hell for this. Her skin is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and you want to see as much as you can. You want to be kissing her again, so you put your hand on the back of her neck and pull her back up to you. You kiss her hard as your hands move down to her hips. She tangles her hands in your hair as you skim your hands back up her hips and around her waist to the front of her pants.
She pulls away. "What are you --?"
You lean in and kiss her again, hard, sure. She pulls away again, panting this time. "Please."
You clumsily move your mouth down to her neck as your hands fumble with her fly. Her hands tangle with yours and before you realize what's happened, her pants are on the floor and she's gasping for air.
Her panties match her bra and you're breathless, just staring. "So beautiful," you whisper into the silence. She blushes faintly, and stares down at her hands.
You kiss your way down her body, slowly touching every inch of skin you've ever wondered about. You take her bra off as you reach her breasts, dipping your tongue between them to taste her skin. She arches into you and you pull your tongue slowly down her chest to her stomach. Her hands play with your hair, and she wordlessly urges you downward. You dance your tongue around her belly button a few times before moving down and dragging her panties down her hips.
You gaze down at her for a moment before leaning down and nipping lightly at her thigh. She shivers as you slide your hands up her legs, and you're in heaven as you kiss your way slowly upward. You lap at her slowly, and she's so salty sweet, you can't help it, you lick and suck faster and harder. You slide a finger inside of her and she arches into you hard, moaning desperately and incoherently. She alternates over and over between your name and God's, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know that should worry you, but goodness, when she sounds like that, you just can't bring yourself to care. She's incredible, moving beneath you, and you slide another finger in just to see if she'll writhe more. She doesn't disappoint, and her moans get louder and you slip a little bit from all of her moving around. Suddenly she's arching sharply and barely breathing between screams you could swear everyone within a mile can hear, and she's pulling you back up to her mouth and kissing you ohsohard. She shudders as she tries to sit up and your finger slips out of her. She pulls you to sit up with her, and you suddenly have this need to curl up in her lap as she puts soft kisses all along your cheek and neck and murmurs soft nonsense into your skin.
You sit there quietly for a while until one of you realizes the time, then you slowly, reluctantly redress and climb back into the front of the car. And you worry that maybe, maybe you were hallucinating this whole time, and you're crushed the whole rest of the way to her house.
But then she leans over and kisses you on her way out of the car, long and slow, and you forget about hallucinations and pretty much everything else. And even though you're sure you're going to hell, you're in heaven the whole rest of the night, and everything else will just have to work itself out.