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Quick piece of fic, not beta'd, etc.
Title: I've Got A Dark Corner and A Good Idea
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon Walker/Nicole Anderson
Word Count: 639
(That title is a total play off of FOB's I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), yep. OH WELL.)
(also, let's pretend that Jon Walker and Nicole A totally know each other. Awesome)
::DISCLAIMER:: OWN NOTHING. NOT ONE THING. BUT IF I DID...*LEER*
Her cheeks are flushed, she knows it, she can feel the heat that's radiating off of them. Nicole leans back against the wall, feeling the cool surface as Jon presses his lips to hers. His hands are on her hips, holding her in place as they kiss lazily.
His stubble makes her lips buzz, sparks of sensation sliding along her body as he pulls back, saying something that she can't hear. The music's too loud, she thinks as he grins and shakes his head and something thumps hard in her chest, like the bass coming over the speakers. Leaning in, his lips graze her earlobe, sending a quick shiver along her spine as she tips her head back.
A couple of people walk by, barely glancing at them and Nicole can't help feeling a thrill run through her. She pulls Jon closer, kissing him hard to feel the sharp press of stubble against her chin. His teeth grazes her lower lip and she feels herself groan more than she hears it as his fingers slide from her hip to her leg. The dress she's wearing is thin, soft cotton and when he traces an infinity loop on her bare thigh, a sharp bolt of want makes itself known.
"Please," she says against his lips, knowing that he can't hear her because she can't even hear herself think. The music picks up in tempo and everything in her is thrumming; amped up, wanting, as he opens his eyes and looks at her.
He shifts against her and she pushes closer, feeling his cock against her leg as his chest rumbles with a groan. They pause together for just a moment, long enough that she tries to catch her breath before his fingers slide between her legs.
The pressure of his fingertips against the damp silk of her panties almost makes her knees buckle. He rubs her clit through the fabric, making her cling to his arms as he kisses her slowly. Nicole feels herself moan as Jon smiles against her lips, kissing her harder and tangling their tongues together as heat pools at the base of her spine.
Jon thrusts against her, lazily, it seems like as Nicole puts her arms over his shoulders. Her fingers go to his hair, short as it is, but it gives her something to focus on when he pushes her panties aside, fingers sliding easily against her clit. She's slick, and hot, and she wants to tell him that they're in public, that they shouldn't do this here.
She doesn't.
Instead, she tightens her fingers in his hair, pulling back to draw in deep breaths of air as he slides a finger into her. She shudders, moaning quietly, the sound lost in the music thankfully as he pushes her further. Everything sparks at once, she thinks; his lips drag along her neck and when his teeth lightly close over her earlobe, she comes.
When she opens her eyes, he's grinning at her with dark eyes, and it's like nothing changed. They're still in the dark corner, the music is still loud, and when he kisses her, he still tastes the same.
"Take me home, Walker," she says into his ear.
The picture hits the gossip blogs the next day and Nicole thinks that she's fairly glad that the photographer was taken out of the party before he got anything else.
"We're on the gossip blogs," Nicole says to Jon as he comes out of the shower. She grins as she looks over at him. He gives her a sleepy grin, the same sleepy grin that always makes her want to drag him back to bed.
"Oh yeah? Are they talking about my stunning good looks or yours this time?"
"I'll tell you later," Nicole says, grinning as she reaches over, tugging on the towel around his waist only to pull him down on top of her, laughing.
I asked for smutty prompts, and I've owed this to
hector_rashbaum for a few months now.Quick piece of fic, not beta'd, etc.
Title: I've Got A Dark Corner and A Good Idea
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon Walker/Nicole Anderson
Word Count: 639
(That title is a total play off of FOB's I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), yep. OH WELL.)
(also, let's pretend that Jon Walker and Nicole A totally know each other. Awesome)
::DISCLAIMER:: OWN NOTHING. NOT ONE THING. BUT IF I DID...*LEER*
Her cheeks are flushed, she knows it, she can feel the heat that's radiating off of them. Nicole leans back against the wall, feeling the cool surface as Jon presses his lips to hers. His hands are on her hips, holding her in place as they kiss lazily.
His stubble makes her lips buzz, sparks of sensation sliding along her body as he pulls back, saying something that she can't hear. The music's too loud, she thinks as he grins and shakes his head and something thumps hard in her chest, like the bass coming over the speakers. Leaning in, his lips graze her earlobe, sending a quick shiver along her spine as she tips her head back.
A couple of people walk by, barely glancing at them and Nicole can't help feeling a thrill run through her. She pulls Jon closer, kissing him hard to feel the sharp press of stubble against her chin. His teeth grazes her lower lip and she feels herself groan more than she hears it as his fingers slide from her hip to her leg. The dress she's wearing is thin, soft cotton and when he traces an infinity loop on her bare thigh, a sharp bolt of want makes itself known.
"Please," she says against his lips, knowing that he can't hear her because she can't even hear herself think. The music picks up in tempo and everything in her is thrumming; amped up, wanting, as he opens his eyes and looks at her.
He shifts against her and she pushes closer, feeling his cock against her leg as his chest rumbles with a groan. They pause together for just a moment, long enough that she tries to catch her breath before his fingers slide between her legs.
The pressure of his fingertips against the damp silk of her panties almost makes her knees buckle. He rubs her clit through the fabric, making her cling to his arms as he kisses her slowly. Nicole feels herself moan as Jon smiles against her lips, kissing her harder and tangling their tongues together as heat pools at the base of her spine.
Jon thrusts against her, lazily, it seems like as Nicole puts her arms over his shoulders. Her fingers go to his hair, short as it is, but it gives her something to focus on when he pushes her panties aside, fingers sliding easily against her clit. She's slick, and hot, and she wants to tell him that they're in public, that they shouldn't do this here.
She doesn't.
Instead, she tightens her fingers in his hair, pulling back to draw in deep breaths of air as he slides a finger into her. She shudders, moaning quietly, the sound lost in the music thankfully as he pushes her further. Everything sparks at once, she thinks; his lips drag along her neck and when his teeth lightly close over her earlobe, she comes.
When she opens her eyes, he's grinning at her with dark eyes, and it's like nothing changed. They're still in the dark corner, the music is still loud, and when he kisses her, he still tastes the same.
"Take me home, Walker," she says into his ear.
The picture hits the gossip blogs the next day and Nicole thinks that she's fairly glad that the photographer was taken out of the party before he got anything else.
"We're on the gossip blogs," Nicole says to Jon as he comes out of the shower. She grins as she looks over at him. He gives her a sleepy grin, the same sleepy grin that always makes her want to drag him back to bed.
"Oh yeah? Are they talking about my stunning good looks or yours this time?"
"I'll tell you later," Nicole says, grinning as she reaches over, tugging on the towel around his waist only to pull him down on top of her, laughing.
