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mayqueen517) wrote2005-12-09 12:33 pm
mayqueen517) wrote2005-12-09 12:33 pm
Ficlet thingy ma jig
A few weeks back my lovely friend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
forest_fruits1 wrote this AMAZING ficlet for me featuring myself and Vivian.
She therein requested one of herself and Mr. Savage.
I complied...I hope she likes it.
*fret*
She sat down, sighing happily as her heels FINALLY fell off her poor tired feet. Forest settled back in the chair, squiggling down into the welcoming fluff of it as she--
"Do you bloody mind? It's hard enough to relax without YOU speaking over my quiet."
Well she sounded peeved, so the narrator kindly lowers her voice . . .
Grumbling she settled back into the cushions of the chair, hair still pulled back in the tight chignon even as little curls escaped and fell to frame and wisp over her face. She felt someone enter the room, just like she could hear gentle taps of flesh padding over the floor to finally settle near her.
But it took to much energy to open her eyes, at this point she didn't care if they came to ravish her.
Come to think of it . . . she could USE a good ravishing. Hmm.
She felt gentle hands on her knees, tugging down the pantyhose she had to endure for this particular job of painting the rich brats across the town whose parents thought it was so "quaint" to have this young lady who needed a job for the moment paint the three spoiled children. Back to the matter at . . . well hand. The hands were gentle as she shifted a bit, helping them ease down her backside and slide down her thighs comfortably.
She still didn't open her eyes as the stockings were drawn down to her calves, they ached too, from having to stand and shift while those torture devices called heels held her up on a pedestal, the sheer nylon slid from her equally sore feet. The pads of her toes were tender even as she flexed them, the skin tender and soft from having not only been abused but having sweated while in the heels.
Forest didn't open her eyes even as she felt gentle, but strong, hands slowly and painstakingly removing every bobby pin that held her mass of curls up on her head for that strong professional look. Honestly, she didn't see the damned point in looking strong and professional while your body screamed for relief. The woman, who was currently trying to burrow up to the hands that slowly combed through her chocolate waves as she made a sound when they were removed, smiled into the touch.
Suddenly there was music filtering throughout the dimly lit room, listening carefully as she smiled slowly. An "accidentally" left mix of Def Leppard acoustic performances was soon relaxing her further. She heard the rasping scratch of a match across the striking pad and soon smelt the sulphur that spread around her.
"C'mon . . . open those eyes luv." Said that luxurious voice, it brought to mind Egyptian cotton sheets. The kind where if you got the thread count high enough, it felt like silk. For her brain it triggered memories of long nights spent upon those sheets with her not-quite-a-stranger who had a silky voice. The tone, the tone brought shivers to her arms and sensuous awakenings over her body as she opened her burnished eyes to focus in the dim lighting.
He smiled slowly down at her, sitting on the table where her feet were propped on. She returned the smile lazily. "What're you doin' here?" She asked softly, closing her eyes again languidly. "Relaxing you." He murmured to her.
Even with her eyes closed the brief glimpse of the room stood out.
Completely darkened room with a globe of light, various sizes and intensities of candles that she tended to stockpile in case of power outages. Their scents mingling together to wrap around her, offering a relaxing combined scent that made her scoot down into her chair. She felt denim under her very much still tender feet as she opened her eyes again.
Sav had drawn her feet into his lap, softly and slowly rubbing over the skin as his band played over the radio. Smiling softly to one another he bade her to close her eyes again if that's what helped to relax her tired body and even more frazzled psyche at the moment.
The snapping open of a cap brought her into awareness a few moments later as she finally smelt the warm and rich scent of sugared almonds, the lotion that he tended to use sparingly for fear of smelling too girly. The first touch of the slightly warmed lotion to the bottom of one of her feet made her gasp softly until he slowly began rubbing it in. Then he applied pressure to her heel, pressing into it to relax the muscles as she sank lower into the chair from the sheer pleasure of being utterly relaxed and knowing that it wasn't to end there.
Sav's fingers cupped the rest of her foot and ankle while his thumbs pressed and kneaded before moving up, gentling upon reaching the arch of a delicate foot. Still his thumbs manipulated the flesh and muscle until she cracked her toes. Her eyes were watching him with a slow slip into a gaze that he understood all to well, in the golden glow of the candles that turned her darkening eyes into a molten bronze.
He smiled to her as he finished smoothing in the lotion, turning his attentions to her other foot as he repeated his same process. Gently rubbing the lotion into already smooth skin he continued to relax and prod the muscles of her foot into releasing their tension to relax her muscles. Sav watched her while he did so, taking in every curve and play of shadow across her face and neck.
With a soft and contented sigh she reached up, slowly unbuttoning the first two buttons on her white shirt. Smiling with feminine pleasure once she saw Sav's sky blue eyes darken to turquoise while he rubbed and massaged her foot. Their eyes met while his thumbs slid over the arch of her left foot even while she unbuttoned another button on her shirt; revealing the top of a white bra that cupped and shaped and left a good deal to Sav's already active imagination.
With an almost feral grin he finished smoothing into the sugared almond lotion, the scent clinging to him even as he slid his hands up her legs. She watched him with a cool glance as his hands went over her shirt to gently grip her waist. Tugging her up he grinned again, spanning his hands around her waist to gently pull her out of her comfy chair and onto his lap; a leg braced over each side of his lap even though he didn't mean it to be as sexual as it escalated to.
"I hear you had a hard day?" he murmured as she leaned against his chest, relaxed and content.
"Mmm . . . yeah. Had to paint those little rich brats across town. Most difficult bunch of kids I've EVER worked with." She murmured, feeling his honey red hair across her face as she buried her face into his neck. He smiled as he picked up a comb she had carelessly set down and reaching, gently pulling her curls all onto her back before softly combing through them.
She made a happy and soft humming noise as he sorted her hair, stiff with hair spray and from being up all day long. He grinned as he felt her totally relax against him, his hand laying down the comb before laying both his hands against her back. Slowly he began to rub up and down it, gliding under her hair to stroke the nape of her neck that brought a soft shiver against him.
"Is this part of relaxing me . . . ?" she asked playfully as he laughed quietly. "Indeed it does lovely." He said as he let his hands drift to the front, gently unbuttoning her shirt from the last two buttons before slipping it off as she looked up at him, a fire that wasn't a glow from the candles entering her eyes.
He met her with the same fire as he leaned down, cupping her face even as he other hand caressed over her smooth lower back that was now exposed to her thankfully heated living room. She smiled as their lips touched, his slowly gliding over hers even as her hands went around his neck and her eyes closed once more. The fire from her eyes slowly spreading to pool in deeper and darker secret places as they kissed. Each one more passionate than the last before he pulled back to murmur softly, "I don't have to be back in Ireland 'til Monday luv."
She pulled back and grinned deviously. "That's good then. I don't have anything at all planned until Monday."
He smirked, lifting her off his lap onto thoroughly massaged feet as he stood up. "Nothing . . . ?"
"Nope. Not a darn thing. I'll be so bored Sav . . . " she grinned as he picked her up, bridal style before nipping and licking at her neck as she gasped quietly.
"Well . . . maybe . . . " he nipped her ear softly as he murmured heatedly into her ear " . . . you should make plans." He was kissing and sucking along her ear and earlobe before she was able to stop him long enough to reply.
" . . . Oh . . . ?" she managed before he spread a gentle hand and tenderly cupped a globe of concealed flesh; slowly and even more gently massaging it as she finally moaned.
"Oh yes, I have many plans for you." He said watched as he slowly stroked his thumb back and forth, tracing the outline of pebbled flesh as she gasped again.
"Then . . . it's safe to assume . . . I now have plans . . . " she murmured before dragging his face down to his as they somehow managed to get themselves into her bedroom without injury.
Okay. There it be!
Oh and I'm using new icons obviously. *grins and bounces*
The coke one (if you've seen it) is from Eddie Murphy's "RAW". Where he talks about how Bill Cosby called him up and griped at him cause Eddie cussed to much. So Eddie called up his buddy Richard Pryor who said:
"Next time he calls say have a coke, and a smile, and a shut the fuck up."
Did I laugh my ass off? Yes. :-D
forest_fruits1 wrote this AMAZING ficlet for me featuring myself and Vivian. She therein requested one of herself and Mr. Savage.
I complied...I hope she likes it.
*fret*
She sat down, sighing happily as her heels FINALLY fell off her poor tired feet. Forest settled back in the chair, squiggling down into the welcoming fluff of it as she--
"Do you bloody mind? It's hard enough to relax without YOU speaking over my quiet."
Well she sounded peeved, so the narrator kindly lowers her voice . . .
Grumbling she settled back into the cushions of the chair, hair still pulled back in the tight chignon even as little curls escaped and fell to frame and wisp over her face. She felt someone enter the room, just like she could hear gentle taps of flesh padding over the floor to finally settle near her.
But it took to much energy to open her eyes, at this point she didn't care if they came to ravish her.
Come to think of it . . . she could USE a good ravishing. Hmm.
She felt gentle hands on her knees, tugging down the pantyhose she had to endure for this particular job of painting the rich brats across the town whose parents thought it was so "quaint" to have this young lady who needed a job for the moment paint the three spoiled children. Back to the matter at . . . well hand. The hands were gentle as she shifted a bit, helping them ease down her backside and slide down her thighs comfortably.
She still didn't open her eyes as the stockings were drawn down to her calves, they ached too, from having to stand and shift while those torture devices called heels held her up on a pedestal, the sheer nylon slid from her equally sore feet. The pads of her toes were tender even as she flexed them, the skin tender and soft from having not only been abused but having sweated while in the heels.
Forest didn't open her eyes even as she felt gentle, but strong, hands slowly and painstakingly removing every bobby pin that held her mass of curls up on her head for that strong professional look. Honestly, she didn't see the damned point in looking strong and professional while your body screamed for relief. The woman, who was currently trying to burrow up to the hands that slowly combed through her chocolate waves as she made a sound when they were removed, smiled into the touch.
Suddenly there was music filtering throughout the dimly lit room, listening carefully as she smiled slowly. An "accidentally" left mix of Def Leppard acoustic performances was soon relaxing her further. She heard the rasping scratch of a match across the striking pad and soon smelt the sulphur that spread around her.
"C'mon . . . open those eyes luv." Said that luxurious voice, it brought to mind Egyptian cotton sheets. The kind where if you got the thread count high enough, it felt like silk. For her brain it triggered memories of long nights spent upon those sheets with her not-quite-a-stranger who had a silky voice. The tone, the tone brought shivers to her arms and sensuous awakenings over her body as she opened her burnished eyes to focus in the dim lighting.
He smiled slowly down at her, sitting on the table where her feet were propped on. She returned the smile lazily. "What're you doin' here?" She asked softly, closing her eyes again languidly. "Relaxing you." He murmured to her.
Even with her eyes closed the brief glimpse of the room stood out.
Completely darkened room with a globe of light, various sizes and intensities of candles that she tended to stockpile in case of power outages. Their scents mingling together to wrap around her, offering a relaxing combined scent that made her scoot down into her chair. She felt denim under her very much still tender feet as she opened her eyes again.
Sav had drawn her feet into his lap, softly and slowly rubbing over the skin as his band played over the radio. Smiling softly to one another he bade her to close her eyes again if that's what helped to relax her tired body and even more frazzled psyche at the moment.
The snapping open of a cap brought her into awareness a few moments later as she finally smelt the warm and rich scent of sugared almonds, the lotion that he tended to use sparingly for fear of smelling too girly. The first touch of the slightly warmed lotion to the bottom of one of her feet made her gasp softly until he slowly began rubbing it in. Then he applied pressure to her heel, pressing into it to relax the muscles as she sank lower into the chair from the sheer pleasure of being utterly relaxed and knowing that it wasn't to end there.
Sav's fingers cupped the rest of her foot and ankle while his thumbs pressed and kneaded before moving up, gentling upon reaching the arch of a delicate foot. Still his thumbs manipulated the flesh and muscle until she cracked her toes. Her eyes were watching him with a slow slip into a gaze that he understood all to well, in the golden glow of the candles that turned her darkening eyes into a molten bronze.
He smiled to her as he finished smoothing in the lotion, turning his attentions to her other foot as he repeated his same process. Gently rubbing the lotion into already smooth skin he continued to relax and prod the muscles of her foot into releasing their tension to relax her muscles. Sav watched her while he did so, taking in every curve and play of shadow across her face and neck.
With a soft and contented sigh she reached up, slowly unbuttoning the first two buttons on her white shirt. Smiling with feminine pleasure once she saw Sav's sky blue eyes darken to turquoise while he rubbed and massaged her foot. Their eyes met while his thumbs slid over the arch of her left foot even while she unbuttoned another button on her shirt; revealing the top of a white bra that cupped and shaped and left a good deal to Sav's already active imagination.
With an almost feral grin he finished smoothing into the sugared almond lotion, the scent clinging to him even as he slid his hands up her legs. She watched him with a cool glance as his hands went over her shirt to gently grip her waist. Tugging her up he grinned again, spanning his hands around her waist to gently pull her out of her comfy chair and onto his lap; a leg braced over each side of his lap even though he didn't mean it to be as sexual as it escalated to.
"I hear you had a hard day?" he murmured as she leaned against his chest, relaxed and content.
"Mmm . . . yeah. Had to paint those little rich brats across town. Most difficult bunch of kids I've EVER worked with." She murmured, feeling his honey red hair across her face as she buried her face into his neck. He smiled as he picked up a comb she had carelessly set down and reaching, gently pulling her curls all onto her back before softly combing through them.
She made a happy and soft humming noise as he sorted her hair, stiff with hair spray and from being up all day long. He grinned as he felt her totally relax against him, his hand laying down the comb before laying both his hands against her back. Slowly he began to rub up and down it, gliding under her hair to stroke the nape of her neck that brought a soft shiver against him.
"Is this part of relaxing me . . . ?" she asked playfully as he laughed quietly. "Indeed it does lovely." He said as he let his hands drift to the front, gently unbuttoning her shirt from the last two buttons before slipping it off as she looked up at him, a fire that wasn't a glow from the candles entering her eyes.
He met her with the same fire as he leaned down, cupping her face even as he other hand caressed over her smooth lower back that was now exposed to her thankfully heated living room. She smiled as their lips touched, his slowly gliding over hers even as her hands went around his neck and her eyes closed once more. The fire from her eyes slowly spreading to pool in deeper and darker secret places as they kissed. Each one more passionate than the last before he pulled back to murmur softly, "I don't have to be back in Ireland 'til Monday luv."
She pulled back and grinned deviously. "That's good then. I don't have anything at all planned until Monday."
He smirked, lifting her off his lap onto thoroughly massaged feet as he stood up. "Nothing . . . ?"
"Nope. Not a darn thing. I'll be so bored Sav . . . " she grinned as he picked her up, bridal style before nipping and licking at her neck as she gasped quietly.
"Well . . . maybe . . . " he nipped her ear softly as he murmured heatedly into her ear " . . . you should make plans." He was kissing and sucking along her ear and earlobe before she was able to stop him long enough to reply.
" . . . Oh . . . ?" she managed before he spread a gentle hand and tenderly cupped a globe of concealed flesh; slowly and even more gently massaging it as she finally moaned.
"Oh yes, I have many plans for you." He said watched as he slowly stroked his thumb back and forth, tracing the outline of pebbled flesh as she gasped again.
"Then . . . it's safe to assume . . . I now have plans . . . " she murmured before dragging his face down to his as they somehow managed to get themselves into her bedroom without injury.
Okay. There it be!
Oh and I'm using new icons obviously. *grins and bounces*
The coke one (if you've seen it) is from Eddie Murphy's "RAW". Where he talks about how Bill Cosby called him up and griped at him cause Eddie cussed to much. So Eddie called up his buddy Richard Pryor who said:
"Next time he calls say have a coke, and a smile, and a shut the fuck up."
Did I laugh my ass off? Yes. :-D
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It's always the quiet ones...*grins*
Okay...let's go read again. =P
~Forest
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*snicker*
I'm glad you loved!!
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*curls up in corner and purrs*
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*pets and hugs*
I'm guessing you liked that?
How are ya babe?
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I'm doing okay, just kind of in a holding pattern right now.
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*hugs again* I thought so. Hope that it gets better for you AND Dave
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VivMuse enjoyed it as well...
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Thanks Kelpie! Like I've offered to Bella--want one? (for some reason these are terribly easy and fun to write)
*grins and pets the VivMuse---Gives a grope to EddieMuse so he doesn't feel left out*
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And EddieMuse is not being neglected, but doesn't want to be in the fic. He says he makes enough dreams come true without writing it down...
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2nd--Right-o!! Will get that crackin ;-D
3rd--*grins and snuggles the demon*