Saying 'Nice to Meet You'... (RPFS, Mary-Louise Parker/Lauren Graham)
Title: Saying 'Nice to Meet You' With a More Interesting Vocabulary
Challenge: femslash100's alphabetsoup: Z is for zipper
Fandom: RPFS
Claim: Mary-Louise Parker
Pairing: Mary-Louise Parker/Lauren Graham
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 249
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. It's even less likely than my other RP fic, honestly.
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Lauren's playing with the zipper on Mary-Louise's dress and Mary-Louise wishes she would stop it. If she's not naked soon, she'll think about the fact that she doesn't fuck people she barely knows. After an awards show. In a limo.
(The fact that she's about to have sex with a woman is relatively rare, but not new.)
"Um, maybe--" Mary-Louise begins, but in the nick of time Lauren pulls the zipper down. Then, the dress is being slid off and Lauren's mouth is on hers.
Gone is the goofy, giggly Lauren that Mary-Louise first met, replaced by a Lauren who scrapes her teeth against Mary-Louise's skin and whispers things like, "What should I do to you?"
(It's okay because she's sure she likes both sides of her.)
"What do you want?" Lauren repeats.
Mary-Louise still doesn't answer because Lauren's fingers are inside her, eliciting moans of approval. Lauren doesn't look her in the eye during sex, electing instead to keep her head level with Mary-Louise's breasts. Lauren's lips close over one of her nipples every time Lauren's thumb brushes over her clit.
(Later, Lauren's fingertips keep drawing patterns on her chest. Mary-Louise says, "You're obsessed with breasts."
Lauren replies, "I'm a boob girl. Who isn't? Besides straight girls. But they don't count in this serious girl-on-girl context.")
Lauren makes her come. Zips her back up. Waits to pull the zipper back down until her own dress is on her bedroom floor.
This time, Mary-Louise doesn't mind the wait.
END
Challenge: femslash100's alphabetsoup: Z is for zipper
Fandom: RPFS
Claim: Mary-Louise Parker
Pairing: Mary-Louise Parker/Lauren Graham
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 249
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. It's even less likely than my other RP fic, honestly.
*
Lauren's playing with the zipper on Mary-Louise's dress and Mary-Louise wishes she would stop it. If she's not naked soon, she'll think about the fact that she doesn't fuck people she barely knows. After an awards show. In a limo.
(The fact that she's about to have sex with a woman is relatively rare, but not new.)
"Um, maybe--" Mary-Louise begins, but in the nick of time Lauren pulls the zipper down. Then, the dress is being slid off and Lauren's mouth is on hers.
Gone is the goofy, giggly Lauren that Mary-Louise first met, replaced by a Lauren who scrapes her teeth against Mary-Louise's skin and whispers things like, "What should I do to you?"
(It's okay because she's sure she likes both sides of her.)
"What do you want?" Lauren repeats.
Mary-Louise still doesn't answer because Lauren's fingers are inside her, eliciting moans of approval. Lauren doesn't look her in the eye during sex, electing instead to keep her head level with Mary-Louise's breasts. Lauren's lips close over one of her nipples every time Lauren's thumb brushes over her clit.
(Later, Lauren's fingertips keep drawing patterns on her chest. Mary-Louise says, "You're obsessed with breasts."
Lauren replies, "I'm a boob girl. Who isn't? Besides straight girls. But they don't count in this serious girl-on-girl context.")
Lauren makes her come. Zips her back up. Waits to pull the zipper back down until her own dress is on her bedroom floor.
This time, Mary-Louise doesn't mind the wait.
END