By Vera Priscaleth
R (for sexual situations) - Love Actually - John/Judy
Yep, it's a fic(let) centering everyone's favourite porn stand-ins, John & 'Just Judy'. From the film "Love Actually". I don't know. I just had to write about them. All the other couples in the movie sucked.
No one has a fit like I do/I'm the only one that fits you ~ Foo Fighters, "Disenchanted Lullaby"
"John."
His attention shifts from his fingers unbuttoning her blouse to her face. How clumsy his fingers are on this very wrong moment to be clumsy. She's got this look on her face. As if something just occured to her.
Something did.
"I don't want to do it like this."
Her name is Judy and he's called John. They're in this situation and he realises what she means. She's on top of him, sitting on his hips and it's familiar.
"We've done it like this before," Judy says.
They haven't, not exactly, but he sees her point.
It must've been the first or the second day on the job and Judy was gently rocking on the top of him. The thing about the work of being a porno stand-in is, besides not rising to the occation as that would be just embarrassing, it can be comfortable or it can be really bizarre. It's only bizarre if the other person makes it bizarre or if you start feeling uncomfortable and weird yourself.
And the odd thing was, with Judy it was neither comfortable or weird. Or maybe it was just both at the same time. John couldn't really say. But simulating sex with Judy, talking about something completely unrelated to their situation, it felt nice. Not weird.
Like cool and warm at the same time. Like falling in love.
When he thought of it, he was a bit alarmed. But why not. And it's almost Christmas. So he went with it.
"Well, I'll just..."
John lifted her off himself. Her small hands immediately search his shirt to grab a hold of it. Judy pulls him towards her as she lays down next to him. There's a moment of silence, the two of them simply gazing at each other. Their Christmas wish.
"John."
"Yes?"
His breathing is only slightly quicker than before.
"Maybe I should move in here."
"With me?"
His other hand begins to open the buttons again.
"Yes, as we're-"
"Encaged."
He glances at her and smiles.
"I'd very much like that," he continues.
She raises her hand to gently touch his neck, then pulls his mouth on hers. They kiss for a moment, then for a longer one. They shift on the bed, removing pieces of clothing and throwing them aside. Hands touching eagerly, but gently. Getting ready. The pre-sex noise of sheets and pillows and quickened breathing filling the room.
No staged humping with clothes on. No repeated movements while being almost bored with the situation, trying to find something interesting to say, no camera-angles to consider. John doesn't even remember those times on that moment.
He wants to tell Judy something, but she silences him instantly and whispers:
"Let's not talk."
So instead he just smiles against her skin.