Title: Scenes in Magazines
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: not mines.
Pairing: J/R
Summary: For sex, we defy death.
A/N: So I JUST wrote this...dunno why, just felt like it. I didn't really intend for this to be a second chapter, but after I was done with it, I just felt like throwing it in. Besides, it's kinda short on its own. Well, here we go, for the first time ever in my J/R fanfic writing history, A SEQUEL! Whoot whoot marmoot!
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The hard wood is cool against her back as she leans stiffly, locked in a staring contest with the younger girl parallel to her. She wants to think to herself that it's been well over an eternity when she cracks, but it hasn't. It's barely been five minutes until she has to push herself off the wall and approach the shorter woman. In return, that shorter woman glares up at her, smirks pretentiously, and with that molasses slow drawl tells her, "Say uncle..."
She dips in, closer and closer, and as hands glide up along the front of her lab coat, barely whispers, "Uncle."
In a quick tug, their lips are pushed together and she begins to feel sparks spill from the younger girl's mouth and into hers. So dizzied that when she feels herself being pushed backwards, she has to grasp onto the smaller body to keep herself from tipping over. A door opens behind her and they stumble onto her bed. Hurriedly clawing at the clothing seperating the two, she moans when she feels a feral growl being muffled into her neck...
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She clenches her fists, lying limp at either side of her head. Waits for the breath to slip out between her lips, it's so cold, she wonders if she's turned blue. Blue with purple fingerprints left along every inch of her body. Though her body movements are sluggish, she's left with a whirlwind of cinders for thoughts. So hot and close and deadly. Hungry lips begging for a taste and eager hands looking for something to hold onto. Dark hair spilling over a moonlight pale shoulder, tiny freckles along a sleek collar, and a twisted painting of veins and scars hidden under a pair of gloves. She remembers the feeling of sin washing over her and a battle between dying and ecstasy so tangled, she couldn't tell them apart. A warm tongue flickering along her pulse, a more than friendly brush along her arm. She lies in a numb puddle, letting the stir of emotions in her belly boil her through. The lingering feelings of a slender knee creeping up along her thigh and the soft caress of feather light fingers along her waist. She begins to take deep breaths, letting blood fill her up again and soon she's showered up, wrapped in her bathrobe. When Scott strolls in and tosses aside his jacket, he leans into her for a kiss. Mirroring him, she leans. They pull away and he smiles, but all she can do is sigh and wish for that spark to fall on her lips again.
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: not mines.
Pairing: J/R
Summary: For sex, we defy death.
A/N: So I JUST wrote this...dunno why, just felt like it. I didn't really intend for this to be a second chapter, but after I was done with it, I just felt like throwing it in. Besides, it's kinda short on its own. Well, here we go, for the first time ever in my J/R fanfic writing history, A SEQUEL! Whoot whoot marmoot!
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The hard wood is cool against her back as she leans stiffly, locked in a staring contest with the younger girl parallel to her. She wants to think to herself that it's been well over an eternity when she cracks, but it hasn't. It's barely been five minutes until she has to push herself off the wall and approach the shorter woman. In return, that shorter woman glares up at her, smirks pretentiously, and with that molasses slow drawl tells her, "Say uncle..."
She dips in, closer and closer, and as hands glide up along the front of her lab coat, barely whispers, "Uncle."
In a quick tug, their lips are pushed together and she begins to feel sparks spill from the younger girl's mouth and into hers. So dizzied that when she feels herself being pushed backwards, she has to grasp onto the smaller body to keep herself from tipping over. A door opens behind her and they stumble onto her bed. Hurriedly clawing at the clothing seperating the two, she moans when she feels a feral growl being muffled into her neck...
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She clenches her fists, lying limp at either side of her head. Waits for the breath to slip out between her lips, it's so cold, she wonders if she's turned blue. Blue with purple fingerprints left along every inch of her body. Though her body movements are sluggish, she's left with a whirlwind of cinders for thoughts. So hot and close and deadly. Hungry lips begging for a taste and eager hands looking for something to hold onto. Dark hair spilling over a moonlight pale shoulder, tiny freckles along a sleek collar, and a twisted painting of veins and scars hidden under a pair of gloves. She remembers the feeling of sin washing over her and a battle between dying and ecstasy so tangled, she couldn't tell them apart. A warm tongue flickering along her pulse, a more than friendly brush along her arm. She lies in a numb puddle, letting the stir of emotions in her belly boil her through. The lingering feelings of a slender knee creeping up along her thigh and the soft caress of feather light fingers along her waist. She begins to take deep breaths, letting blood fill her up again and soon she's showered up, wrapped in her bathrobe. When Scott strolls in and tosses aside his jacket, he leans into her for a kiss. Mirroring him, she leans. They pull away and he smiles, but all she can do is sigh and wish for that spark to fall on her lips again.