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Spoiler Warning(s): Last Week Fights, This Week Tights. Recipes and Raincoats.
Rated: STRONG R for adult displays of affection and language. If you cannot handle Showtime go very far away.
Acknowledgments: Jewls my Beta, rock on. And to the person who anonymously signed Just A Hint for their review of Reverie of Indecent Compliments; this is an R rated piece of fan fiction I rated it R to be cautionary considering what follows is not appropriate for people who cannot have sexual relations legally, that's twice that all have been warned of the nature of this story I may believe that sexuality is a healthy thing however if a 13 year-olds parents look over the History of what their child has been doing on the net I don't want them to go apoplectic because I have the ability to express human sexuality in a light they do not appreciate.
I Think of Ice Cubes
Chapter Six:
Shiny Like the Top of the...
Bewitching huh?she says above my head.
You have no idea.
Very green too?
They've got a little flower and a rhine stone see? she points out the flower printed near the waist band the center an iridescent rhine stone.
Shinier than the top of the Chrysler Building.
Are makin' fun of my underwear?
Not even slightly.
Because I could just as easily make fun of your underwear. She reaches down and snaps my waistband which totally takes me by surprise. Rory Gilmore just snapped my underwear, while I'm still in them!
What's to make fun of. They're utilitarian, thought you liked that I was so utilitarian.
They're plaid Jess.
Oh my God!
You've turned into mini-Luke.
I - I, can we focus on something else maybe?
She smirks.
Like the fact that I could very easily do this to you if I wanted.
I lean my face forward digging my nose right into her crotch my mouth coming in to play as well, tongue slipping out so I can give her a french kiss through cotton. I feel and hear her take a sharp intake of breath. My nose separating her folds, my tongue searching out that elusive bundle of nerves. I take in a deep breath getting a half lungful of her scent, fucking intoxicating. I think I hit the right spot because she jerks up suddenly and let's out a half moan. Placing my left hand at the top of her folds, I hold them back freeing my tongue for further exploration.
It's the tiny whimpers that get to me, and the sighs like she's eating something really good. My name does it too. My name said like there's something wonderful to it, instead of a something snide and disappointing. She's not saying no. She's not saying no and I still have yet to taste her.
My nose is circling her clit, my tongue skimming the edges of her entrance. My saliva and her arousal is soaking the cotton through, I really want to take them off and get a better look. She reads my mind, reaching her hands down-- one pushing my face away the other slipping them past her knees. I take them the rest of the way leaving them in a bunch on the floor. There she is in all her naked from the waist down glory, dark hair trimmed neatly into a square shape, she waxes.
You wax? I ask.
Her eyes are bleary but she's completely lucid. I'm my mother's daughter she taught me two things; always wear matching underwear and keep the nether regions tidy.
Nether regions?
Better than saying hoo-hoo.
/SC/EN/EC/HA/NG/E
She's mumbling things to herself like she's asleep but she's so not sleeping right now. I'm holding her legs apart, my face right where I kind of always wanted it to be, and the fucking amazing thing that I'm still not and probably will never get over, is she's letting me. Of course I asked her if it was okay before I went much farther than taking off her underpants, she kind of gave me this wan smile and said if you really want to. to which I said Oh, I really want to.
She let her legs flop open a little more and I took the initiative and expanded them better. And now I'm here french kissing her labia, if my high school health class still holds true, and she's making these insane sounds almost cat like very female and very human. I keep lapping at her, just trying to get as much in as possible because I don't think anything like this will happen again between us. I take it back to that tiny nubbin which I first heard about in books, take it inside my mouth and treat it like something sweet and delicate, treat it well. She let's out an Sliding down further into the sheets as I pass my tongue over her clit over and over and over. I bite down gently once or twice and the sounds she makes are excruciating, like a wince but one that means god that feels good. I keep teasing her, letting her go, then coming back, my right hand delves down, reaching one then two fingers inside her I feel her muscles contract. My fingers inside, my tongue passing over her clit, she starts to make sounds she didn't make before. Desperate, on the edge I know she's gonna come soon. Hooking my fingers, I try to find the best angle for her, taking her clit inside my mouth and sucking hard she pushing up inside my mouth goes rigid and stops breathing, she's cumming. I feel her muscles spasm around my fingers and I keep sucking gently on her clit trying to prolong that feeling for her. When her body goes quiet she slumps down into the mattress and I have to look at her. She's got the most contented expression on her face.
/SC/EN/EC/HA/NG/E
For the night shows stars and women in a better light. I say to the back of her neck, we're back to spooning.
Are you trying to be romantic, because I know you didn't write that. She says out into the still room.
Oh I didn't, did I?
No you didn't, Lord Byron did. Don't question the Yalie. We know many useless things, like what a cloaca is.
The common cavity into the intestinal, urinary, and generative canals in reptiles?
We're sick. She says with conviction.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I say into her ear.
Oh my God, you just quoted Shakespeare! She almost yelps.
I did. I laugh.
That's so, we have the weirdest pillow talk ever. she leans more into me.
Pillow Talk is a Doris Day movie, Rory. I counter.
Rock Hudson. She snickers.
Rock Hudson was gay. I say.
She questions.
Do you really want to bring up homosexuals and/or homosexuality after we-- I did that to you.
Rock Hudson was hot period I don't care if he was gay.
Are you saying you were imagining Rock Hudson while I was going down on you? I laugh.
Not even... it was Jude Law the whole time I swear!
Oooh snap. Holding her tighter.
Just call me Snappy.
Go to sleep Rory.
Fine by me Jude.
I say into her neck, playfully toying with one of her breasts.
Jude I thought you were a proper Englishman, no fondling post cunnilingus.
I soothe.
She gives in.
I'm almost asleep, having fuzzy thoughts that include a grocery list and the good feeling of having a warm willing body lying in my arms.
she whispers
Should I have reciprocated?
I'm on alert after she says this.
It's just that I've never done that and I wasn't sure even if I could, but I will-- you know eventually.
I have to question her because she's either talking about my going down on her, or her eventually going down on me, or she's talking about actual sex which doesn't make sense because she's had sex. She slept with Dean.
You're going to make me say it, okay fine... I've never given a blow job before.
Ohhh!
I roll her over so I can look her in the face. I wanted to give you that, I didn't ask you to do anything for me. And I don't mean to sound all... I dunno smut piece bodice ripper or whatever, but that was enough for me.
For now?
For now.
Okay, just clarifying. She smiles and nods.
Go to sleep, the guys'll be here in awhile rather not be conversing when they walk in.
Are they noisy?She looks concerned.
As noisy as two guys can be after working eight hour shifts and getting home at 2 am. They're fine, just be asleep and they'll stay quiet.
Okay, g'night. she flops back onto her side and I drape my arm over her.
Credits: Pillow Talk is a bedroom comedy of the early 1960s starring Rock Hudson and Doris Day. Rock Hudson was gay which doesn't matter because the man was gorgeous and also very talented. For the night/ Shows stars and women in a/ better light. - Byron Don Juan. Jude Law is not mine, he's his own person. "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. - Shakespeare the Tempest Act II, Sc 2. Lastly the green underwear is Victoria Secrets.