Dee! That screencap arrested me, too, and I was so glad to see it inspired you. Hell, it's a one-shot! I got time for that. (I'd be reading more of yours, but I'm deep in Dawn's fic right now, rewarding myself with a chapter per my updates so I can get to the much-lauded Can You Read My Mind and fully appreciate it) Anyway, here I am...
It had been a while, but she remembered just how tall he was and knew exactly where she needed to be for this.
Is it weird that this makes it even sexier to me? I mean, for a short girl, being with a taller man does require a certain know-how and there's a certain intimacy in knowing where to place yourself for a man you know so well. Sigh!
His hands roamed freely over her back, clearly getting reacquainted with the lines of her body. A burgeoning hardness between her thighs elicited a low moan from her throat, and she reached for the hem of his t-shirt…
…just as the dim thud of footsteps and the chatter of approaching voices sunk into her subconscious mind, shattering the languorous mood.
BOOO! That's it. I've barely touched on writing Rick Flagg and have now decided to punish him in some heinous way the first chance I get. Booo!
There was a lot more work to be done tonight; the others had yet to be liberated, and Oliver was sure to have questions for her when the night was done.
Oh, fine. Go save people and stuff and don't have any smutty times at all! FINE!
He stepped slightly out of her embrace but still kept his arms around her. The heat of his palms warmed her back, and she smiled shyly up at him. “Hi,” she whispered. He brushed his nose delicately over hers and grinned. “Hi.”
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Date: 2013-08-04 12:46 pm (UTC)It had been a while, but she remembered just how tall he was and knew exactly where she needed to be for this.
Is it weird that this makes it even sexier to me? I mean, for a short girl, being with a taller man does require a certain know-how and there's a certain intimacy in knowing where to place yourself for a man you know so well. Sigh!
His hands roamed freely over her back, clearly getting reacquainted with the lines of her body. A burgeoning hardness between her thighs elicited a low moan from her throat, and she reached for the hem of his t-shirt…
…just as the dim thud of footsteps and the chatter of approaching voices sunk into her subconscious mind, shattering the languorous mood.
BOOO! That's it. I've barely touched on writing Rick Flagg and have now decided to punish him in some heinous way the first chance I get. Booo!
There was a lot more work to be done tonight; the others had yet to be liberated, and Oliver was sure to have questions for her when the night was done.
Oh, fine. Go save people and stuff and don't have any smutty times at all! FINE!
He stepped slightly out of her embrace but still kept his arms around her. The heat of his palms warmed her back, and she smiled shyly up at him.
“Hi,” she whispered.
He brushed his nose delicately over hers and grinned. “Hi.”
Aw, heck! I just can't stay mad at this fic!
Lovely ficlet, Dee!