Original: Porn (Dree and El) PG
Title: Porn [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Dree and El (mention of the twins, Tinny, and Charlie)
Rating: high-PG
Summary: El loves to watch Dree clean... the house
Warning: *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: porn
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and bizarra's. And, now gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
The house was silent, for the first time all day. Granted, the usual chorus was sound asleep, having hit the mid-day nap. While the twins, Tinny, and little Charlie slept, Dree took the opportunity to get some housework done. After all, it was much easier to clean up toys when they weren't being immediately pulled out again.
Dree pulled the cushions off the couch, collected any rogue toys lost in the recesses, then replaced the cushions. Then, leaning against the back of the furniture, she took a peek to see what had ended up in No Man's Land. Spotting one of her daughter's bath toys, Dree made a face and leaned over the back, trying to reach the toy from above.
She made a face as the furniture dug into her shoulder, but continued to try for the toy that was clearly out of reach. With a huff, she turned and tried to reach with the other arm, but also had no luck. Climbing down off the couch - which must have been a sight for anyone watching - Dree got down on her hands and knees and leaned to reach under the couch.
With a huff, Dree finally gave up on her fruitless efforts and blew hair off her face. Hearing the sound of suppressed laughter, Dree rolled her eyes and simply said: "Instead of laughing at me, you could come over here and help." As she said the last word, Dree turned to look at her wife, who was leaning against the wall with a giant grin.
"Oh, no," El replied, shaking her head. "I'm enjoying the view." waving her hand slightly, El continued: "Bend over some more. It's turning me on." Dree rolled her eyes again and pushed herself up.
"Oh," she grumbled, "I'll turn you on." Dree moved over to the side of the couch and waved for El to move to the other. "But, first, there's someone in distress."
"Whatever's back there is probably safer there than back in the toy box," El said dryly.
Dree couldn't help but smile as El got into position, then both women pulled the couch off the wall, giving them both enough room to collect the stray toys. Two of the dog's favorite toys had ended up under the couch, as well. "He'll be glad to get that back," Dree said, making a face at the roughly-chewn toy.
"Maybe we should just get rid of the furniture," El suggested as they pushed the couch back in place.
"Then you'd never get to leer at me when I bend over," Dree replied with a smirk. El made a face and launched herself over to Dree's side, then pulled the blonde down onto the couch, pinning her down.
"How dare you," El warned with a sultry glance. Dree simply sighed and gave El a challenging smile. "Watching you bend over is my favorite hobby." Dree made a face and rolled her eyes.
"I thought your favorite hobby was getting me naked and in bed?"
El's eyebrow went up. "That's not a hobby. That's a skill." Her hand moved to Dree's side and slipped under the button-down the blonde was wearing. "Speaking of naked and in bed," El hinted before leaning down to kiss her wife's neck. "Now's our chance..." She quickly moved to undo the buttons of Dree's shirt, already mourning the day when Dree stopped breastfeeding and went back to wearing regular t-shirts.
Dree didn't reply, simply relishing the feeling of El's kisses on her neck and torso. Every time they tried to steal a few minutes, lately, someone started crying or yelling... or both. "Mmm," Dree hummed, fighting a smile as El's touch tickled her stomach. "Would take too long to get up and run." Dree reached for El's hand and shoulder and hauled the brunette back up to eye-level.
Without a word, Dree and El stared at each other for a moment, before the kiss became passionate. Just as Dree started pulling at El's top, there was the distinct sound of an infant crying. El groaned into the kiss and finally pushed herself up, though Dree was still pinned beneath her.
"How does he always know when I'm taking your shirt off?"
Dree nearly snorted as she reached for El's face and gave the brunette a long kiss. "Because he's his father's son."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Dree and El (mention of the twins, Tinny, and Charlie)
Rating: high-PG
Summary: El loves to watch Dree clean... the house
Warning: *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: porn
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and bizarra's. And, now gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
The house was silent, for the first time all day. Granted, the usual chorus was sound asleep, having hit the mid-day nap. While the twins, Tinny, and little Charlie slept, Dree took the opportunity to get some housework done. After all, it was much easier to clean up toys when they weren't being immediately pulled out again.
Dree pulled the cushions off the couch, collected any rogue toys lost in the recesses, then replaced the cushions. Then, leaning against the back of the furniture, she took a peek to see what had ended up in No Man's Land. Spotting one of her daughter's bath toys, Dree made a face and leaned over the back, trying to reach the toy from above.
She made a face as the furniture dug into her shoulder, but continued to try for the toy that was clearly out of reach. With a huff, she turned and tried to reach with the other arm, but also had no luck. Climbing down off the couch - which must have been a sight for anyone watching - Dree got down on her hands and knees and leaned to reach under the couch.
With a huff, Dree finally gave up on her fruitless efforts and blew hair off her face. Hearing the sound of suppressed laughter, Dree rolled her eyes and simply said: "Instead of laughing at me, you could come over here and help." As she said the last word, Dree turned to look at her wife, who was leaning against the wall with a giant grin.
"Oh, no," El replied, shaking her head. "I'm enjoying the view." waving her hand slightly, El continued: "Bend over some more. It's turning me on." Dree rolled her eyes again and pushed herself up.
"Oh," she grumbled, "I'll turn you on." Dree moved over to the side of the couch and waved for El to move to the other. "But, first, there's someone in distress."
"Whatever's back there is probably safer there than back in the toy box," El said dryly.
Dree couldn't help but smile as El got into position, then both women pulled the couch off the wall, giving them both enough room to collect the stray toys. Two of the dog's favorite toys had ended up under the couch, as well. "He'll be glad to get that back," Dree said, making a face at the roughly-chewn toy.
"Maybe we should just get rid of the furniture," El suggested as they pushed the couch back in place.
"Then you'd never get to leer at me when I bend over," Dree replied with a smirk. El made a face and launched herself over to Dree's side, then pulled the blonde down onto the couch, pinning her down.
"How dare you," El warned with a sultry glance. Dree simply sighed and gave El a challenging smile. "Watching you bend over is my favorite hobby." Dree made a face and rolled her eyes.
"I thought your favorite hobby was getting me naked and in bed?"
El's eyebrow went up. "That's not a hobby. That's a skill." Her hand moved to Dree's side and slipped under the button-down the blonde was wearing. "Speaking of naked and in bed," El hinted before leaning down to kiss her wife's neck. "Now's our chance..." She quickly moved to undo the buttons of Dree's shirt, already mourning the day when Dree stopped breastfeeding and went back to wearing regular t-shirts.
Dree didn't reply, simply relishing the feeling of El's kisses on her neck and torso. Every time they tried to steal a few minutes, lately, someone started crying or yelling... or both. "Mmm," Dree hummed, fighting a smile as El's touch tickled her stomach. "Would take too long to get up and run." Dree reached for El's hand and shoulder and hauled the brunette back up to eye-level.
Without a word, Dree and El stared at each other for a moment, before the kiss became passionate. Just as Dree started pulling at El's top, there was the distinct sound of an infant crying. El groaned into the kiss and finally pushed herself up, though Dree was still pinned beneath her.
"How does he always know when I'm taking your shirt off?"
Dree nearly snorted as she reached for El's face and gave the brunette a long kiss. "Because he's his father's son."