Went "wild"... might be more "wild" than adrenaline!sex
anonymous
June 16 2008, 00:59:57 UTC
Part the First: the set-up
“RJ! What happened to you?” Fran cried as her boss was dragged through the back door by Casey and Fin. “You were upstairs and then you weren’t, and the others left to fight Dyshee and that… I’m not sure what she was, but I she’s the woman with the glower and the tongue. Anyway, I called on your phone, and you wouldn’t answer, so I figured maybe you forgot to charge it, or worse you were captured by that werewolf…”
At that point, she trailed off and glared at Casey, “What? I saw what happened to the loft. Now that I know what goes on up there, you think I wouldn’t look for you all when the rushes start? Anyway, I went upstairs, and there was all this fur, and your recliner was tipped over, so I figured maybe the werewolf had…”
Fran trailed off for a second, and thought again. The fur, the wrecked loft, the nearly raw meat in the sandwiches I made yesterday…
“Oh, RJ,” Fran sighed. “You were the werewolf
( ... )
Part the First continued
anonymous
June 16 2008, 01:02:52 UTC
“What are you doing, girl?” Fin snapped upon seeing Fran’s unorthodox method of dressing a mattress. “You’re getting your scent all over the sheets
( ... )
Part the First continued
anonymous
June 16 2008, 01:03:36 UTC
Fran’s hand touched RJ’s chest, bare through the ripped t-shirt. RJ latched onto Fran, pushing his father away. Fran wasn’t sure she could support his entire weight, especially since his knees still refused to help, but she put up her best effort. Besides, why think about his weight when he was looking at her like that? Fran didn’t think she’d ever been looked in such a way. It was frightening, yet flattering.
Fin muttered something that might’ve been “Oh, shit.”
“Hey, RJ,” Fran said, shuffling the man so his back faced the mattress. “Let’s get you lying down, hey? When you’re dead weight, you weigh a ton… oh! Yeah, no, I don’t think your hand should be there
( ... )
Re: Part the First continued
anonymous
June 23 2008, 06:09:01 UTC
Zomg yay! And here I thought I was going to be ignored for forEVER, it was really rather depressing! Don't know if there's more, HOPE there's more, looks like there should be more, most definitely want there to be more, but thanks either way it goes! *bows*
It's extremely hard to keep track of time like this, Fran thought to herself.
There was an analog clock ticking somewhere in the loft, but she couldn't see it and her eyesight was too blurry to make out the numbers anyway. She'd tried reckoning time in the number of kisses RJ placed on her neck, but after the fourth (or was it fifth?) "Twenty seven... ooh, this is nice", she'd given up. Maybe it would've been easier if RJ hadn't been licking her every so often. That was weird, but not really a turn-off.
Mostly, it was nice laying here in silence with her friend, so she let him keep on keeping on. She'd need to make a decision about her actions sooner or later; she felt his dick against her hip. It pressed through his jeans and her sweatpants, so it wasn't nearly as hot as she imagined it must be, but it felt hard. RJ was definitely interested, but he was hardly himself right now. It wasn't fair to put the responsibility on her when RJ worked so hard to turn her on, but that's life
( ... )
Hey, diff anon here. I'll get right to filling this request myself while the first one sits around. There's not enough Fran/RJ love around here, so I might as well do my part.
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“RJ! What happened to you?” Fran cried as her boss was dragged through the back door by Casey and Fin. “You were upstairs and then you weren’t, and the others left to fight Dyshee and that… I’m not sure what she was, but I she’s the woman with the glower and the tongue. Anyway, I called on your phone, and you wouldn’t answer, so I figured maybe you forgot to charge it, or worse you were captured by that werewolf…”
At that point, she trailed off and glared at Casey, “What? I saw what happened to the loft. Now that I know what goes on up there, you think I wouldn’t look for you all when the rushes start? Anyway, I went upstairs, and there was all this fur, and your recliner was tipped over, so I figured maybe the werewolf had…”
Fran trailed off for a second, and thought again. The fur, the wrecked loft, the nearly raw meat in the sandwiches I made yesterday…
“Oh, RJ,” Fran sighed. “You were the werewolf ( ... )
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Fin muttered something that might’ve been “Oh, shit.”
“Hey, RJ,” Fran said, shuffling the man so his back faced the mattress. “Let’s get you lying down, hey? When you’re dead weight, you weigh a ton… oh! Yeah, no, I don’t think your hand should be there ( ... )
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There was an analog clock ticking somewhere in the loft, but she couldn't see it and her eyesight was too blurry to make out the numbers anyway. She'd tried reckoning time in the number of kisses RJ placed on her neck, but after the fourth (or was it fifth?) "Twenty seven... ooh, this is nice", she'd given up. Maybe it would've been easier if RJ hadn't been licking her every so often. That was weird, but not really a turn-off.
Mostly, it was nice laying here in silence with her friend, so she let him keep on keeping on. She'd need to make a decision about her actions sooner or later; she felt his dick against her hip. It pressed through his jeans and her sweatpants, so it wasn't nearly as hot as she imagined it must be, but it felt hard. RJ was definitely interested, but he was hardly himself right now. It wasn't fair to put the responsibility on her when RJ worked so hard to turn her on, but that's life ( ... )
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"Yes!" She snapped back. "I've got to piss!" BEST.LINE.EVAR!
Also, pouty!RJ is too adorable for words!
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don't leave me hanging like this.
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Wish I could say I've been working on hot, hot sexfic, but that would be a lie. All I can say is that I haven't forgotten about you, or this story!
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Just glad I wasn't forgotten, besides, the world needs more Fran/RJ hot sex!fic!
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