GEORGIE/ANNA - I'LL BE YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Title: I'll Be Your Dirty Little Secret (part three of the Spitfire series)
Fandom/Pairing: NARNIA; Anna Popplewell/Georgie Henley
Rating: R (set a few years into the future)
Notes: RPS (real person slash); Cross-posted here @ narnia_slash.
Summary: Sometimes the best situations are the ones you’re forced into. Anna takes advantage of Georgie in the back of a cab.
A predicament of sorts is what they find themselves into on the way to a club from a bar.
Anna is smooth passion tonight. Calm like music, possessed by alcohol and absolutely lewd.
Her hand is creeping, pushing pass the flimsy material of Georgie’s too short skirt, pressing pass Georgie’s soaked underwear. Georgie’s wrapping thin hands around Anna’s neck, burying her face against Anna’s chest, hides her gasp, muffles it against Anna’s exposed skin. Anna scorches her like a torch all over.
Ben’s in front with the cab driver, Anna and Georgie are squeezed in the backseat together along with Skandar and Will. Georgie’s sitting on Anna’s lap, claiming it’ll be fun since they’re rather lacking in space, tight as it is. Will’s saying things and he, Skandar and Ben are sharing some deep conversation.
Anna’s just busy.
They’re talking and laughing, the radio on, not paying any attention to either Anna, who’s next to a window, or Georgie, who’s sitting, looking out at the window, watching blue flashes appear in her eyes, Anna’s fingers working into her steadily.
Georgie clamps down, shuts her mouth.
Squeezing into a taxi shouldn’t be this fun, Anna muses.
Anna looks at the girl on her lap pleasantly, thrusts a finger further into her as she asks, everything all right, Georgie?
Georgie’s biting her lip, jerking her head into a rough nod, Skandar and Will throw her a concerned glance, serves to silently turn Georgie on further. Voyeurism. A vice.
Anna pushes another finger in, Georgie gasps against Anna’s neck, lets ginger hair cover them up like a veil.
Georgie grits her teeth, smiles against Anna’s skin, e-everything’s perfectly peachy.
Georgie lies like she means it.
Anna still has that look of, oh, really? I don’t believe you, and Will and Skandar turn back to the front, push away their worries, their attention back to Ben.
Georgie sags against Anna’s chest, pretends she’s tired and just resting herself. She lets her hair cover them, massages Anna’s covered breasts, pinches a nipple through her top, licks at bare skin. She’s playing tease but only rightly so because Anna’s just being teasing.
Anna retaliates, causes Georgie to quiver a jolt, shoves fingers into her, pumps them in and out without mercy.
Georgie’s whimpering softly, lets it come off as tired, ragged, sighs, Georgie bites Anna’s neck, lets Anna spread her legs further, hears Anna say something rather unlike her.
Slut, she thinks she hears Anna whisper, bemused. Georgie almost comes at that. Anna’s filthy tonight, dirty as a dog. Georgie loves it.
Georgie nearly comes when Anna whispers softly in her ear, tongue slowly coming into play, Georgie, we’ve come, darling? You ready yet?
The car rolls to a stop. Anna bites, sinks teeth, leaves a mark on Georgie’s neck that will surely last, shuffles her off her lap and walks into the club like it’s no big deal.
Georgie watches her leave, eyes wide, doesn’t even hear the others follow, calling out her name. Georgie’s left, frustrated, disbelieving, wet and dripping in the back of the cab.
Anna turns around, catches Georgie’s eye, her eyes are catlike and gleaming in the club’s lights. Anna presses a dirty finger against her red lips, smiles, tells Georgie this will just be their little secret.
Fandom/Pairing: NARNIA; Anna Popplewell/Georgie Henley
Rating: R (set a few years into the future)
Notes: RPS (real person slash); Cross-posted here @ narnia_slash.
Summary: Sometimes the best situations are the ones you’re forced into. Anna takes advantage of Georgie in the back of a cab.
A predicament of sorts is what they find themselves into on the way to a club from a bar.
Anna is smooth passion tonight. Calm like music, possessed by alcohol and absolutely lewd.
Her hand is creeping, pushing pass the flimsy material of Georgie’s too short skirt, pressing pass Georgie’s soaked underwear. Georgie’s wrapping thin hands around Anna’s neck, burying her face against Anna’s chest, hides her gasp, muffles it against Anna’s exposed skin. Anna scorches her like a torch all over.
Ben’s in front with the cab driver, Anna and Georgie are squeezed in the backseat together along with Skandar and Will. Georgie’s sitting on Anna’s lap, claiming it’ll be fun since they’re rather lacking in space, tight as it is. Will’s saying things and he, Skandar and Ben are sharing some deep conversation.
Anna’s just busy.
They’re talking and laughing, the radio on, not paying any attention to either Anna, who’s next to a window, or Georgie, who’s sitting, looking out at the window, watching blue flashes appear in her eyes, Anna’s fingers working into her steadily.
Georgie clamps down, shuts her mouth.
Squeezing into a taxi shouldn’t be this fun, Anna muses.
Anna looks at the girl on her lap pleasantly, thrusts a finger further into her as she asks, everything all right, Georgie?
Georgie’s biting her lip, jerking her head into a rough nod, Skandar and Will throw her a concerned glance, serves to silently turn Georgie on further. Voyeurism. A vice.
Anna pushes another finger in, Georgie gasps against Anna’s neck, lets ginger hair cover them up like a veil.
Georgie grits her teeth, smiles against Anna’s skin, e-everything’s perfectly peachy.
Georgie lies like she means it.
Anna still has that look of, oh, really? I don’t believe you, and Will and Skandar turn back to the front, push away their worries, their attention back to Ben.
Georgie sags against Anna’s chest, pretends she’s tired and just resting herself. She lets her hair cover them, massages Anna’s covered breasts, pinches a nipple through her top, licks at bare skin. She’s playing tease but only rightly so because Anna’s just being teasing.
Anna retaliates, causes Georgie to quiver a jolt, shoves fingers into her, pumps them in and out without mercy.
Georgie’s whimpering softly, lets it come off as tired, ragged, sighs, Georgie bites Anna’s neck, lets Anna spread her legs further, hears Anna say something rather unlike her.
Slut, she thinks she hears Anna whisper, bemused. Georgie almost comes at that. Anna’s filthy tonight, dirty as a dog. Georgie loves it.
Georgie nearly comes when Anna whispers softly in her ear, tongue slowly coming into play, Georgie, we’ve come, darling? You ready yet?
The car rolls to a stop. Anna bites, sinks teeth, leaves a mark on Georgie’s neck that will surely last, shuffles her off her lap and walks into the club like it’s no big deal.
Georgie watches her leave, eyes wide, doesn’t even hear the others follow, calling out her name. Georgie’s left, frustrated, disbelieving, wet and dripping in the back of the cab.
Anna turns around, catches Georgie’s eye, her eyes are catlike and gleaming in the club’s lights. Anna presses a dirty finger against her red lips, smiles, tells Georgie this will just be their little secret.