Hello friends. I'm back. :) I promised my therapist i'll go back to writing lol
okay 2 things:
1) i still have not seen the season finale. i havent seen most of the season lmao.
2) i also promised my therapist that i will make friends with people who like the same things I like and not hide behind my fics SO i made a twitter lmfao duckiewrites162 (pls be my friend also i havent had a twitter in like 6 years wtf is going on) because i feel like a lot of you guys are on twitter and i need people to talk to about these two dumdums :) but idk how to make friends lmao. And i think it will inspire me to write more when i have people to bounce ideas with! :)
3) here's a fic about a horny teddy. im sorry it's short. :) but we al have to start (or restart) somewhere.. so go easy on me.
Loving is Easy - Rex Orange County
Teddy looks around her. The rays of the sun beating down on her. She makes a mental note to maybe reapply some sunscreen on her face. She notices the beads of sweat on her arm, but smiles triumphantly when there was a breeze. She was in such bliss, absorbing the silence and the mild buzz in her head. She gazes up at the blue skies—far cry from the current gray skies looming over Seattle (She just checked her phone to look at the weather.)
She tries to reflect on the past couple of years of her life—mainly to pass time and make a mental note on how the fuck she ended up somewhere in Bora-Bora. She's not going to lie, its a pretty fucking good life. She's very blessed. Very, very blessed. But she can't help but think thoroughly. She supposes she doesn't really need to. Why waste her energy thinking and overthinking when she's living the life she's always dreamed of. Everything is perfect. Things are easy between her and Owen. Sure there are bumps, it's probably good that there are bumps, but everything is clear and copacetic.
But she is in Bora Bora because they decided that since they didn't really spend much on their wedding, maybe they deserve a luxurious vacation. Well, he thinks she deserved a luxurious vacation. She could care less. She just wants to be with him.
The honest-to-god truth, though, now that she's mildly buzzed and trying to be honest with herself, is that she is actually excited to be in Bora Bora. Once they've talked about all their options and all the ways they can spend their honeymoon—and there were many, many options like Caribbean, Mediterranean, Africa, Southeast Asia—Teddy came across a picture of these private villas in Bora Bora. She spent a very long amount of time in a bath one night just googling every information she can find about this particular villa. It was the bathroom that made her want to sell her organs just to be able to shower with him in there with the glass wall with a breathtaking view. The water was coming the entire ceiling, cascading down like actual rain. The way her brain just went straight to images of Owen pressed against that fucking glass, nothing but blue, blue (very fucking blue like his eyes) water. Warm water cascading over them. Her lips attached to his neck, sucking like a vampire. Her hands on his chest. She shudders at the thought—The point was that she is in Bora Bora because of an ad targeted just for her and her dirty thoughts that popped up while she's scrolling aimlessly on instagram one boring night while Owen forced her to sit in epsom salt bath to relax her muscles. So she sends Owen the little ad and a few weeks later she is Bora Bora, laying in the sun.
The thing though is that she has been in Bora Bora for a good 12 hours and she still have not had Owen pressed up against the glass window. They got in late the night before. They had a nice dinner and some drinks and too tired to even begin honeymoon festivities. Teddy doesn't even remember getting back to the hotel. It was a long grueling travel she doesn't even want to rethink it. They woke up in the morning and Teddy drags him to the beach already.
"So?" She asks, poking his pale arm as she takes a sip from her out-of-character, very cliched piña colada. She was bored out of her mind, unclear how anyone can sit still for hours.
It is a welcome change of pace, though. It's weird. No kids. No work. No trauma. But she cannot focus on sitting still and relaxing.
He lifts the hat covering his face and squints at her and gives her a questioning look. "Hmm?"
She chuckles at his confusion. He was definitely napping. She doesn't feel bad waking him up.
"This is it? This is all we're going to do?"
He blinks a few times, she knows he's adjusting to the sunlight. Adjusting from the nap she rudely pulled him out of. She thinks he shouldn't be napping anyway. They were in Bora Bora, for fucks sake— or maybe that's exactly what she needs to do in Bora Bora. Take a breath and relax.
"I'm bored" She says, taking another sip.
He rolls over to his side and props his head up with and looks at her with smile. She knows he's amused. That gorgeous smile, almost smirk. His kind eyes are gentle on her. She bites her lower lip and scrunches her nose at him.
"What do you wanna do?"
"We can go on that excursion. Or—"
"It's too hot—"
"Or-Or—surfing!" she exclaims, maybe a little too loud. Her sugar and rum drink is probably impairing her judgment when it comes to her volume.
He chuckles at that. "What about the sea creatures that you were so afraid of two hours ago? Plus you've had how many piña coladas? Surfing sounds dangerous"
"Bike riding around the island!—"
"—Five piña coladas" He says thoughtfully but also sternly, which makes her quiver.
"And by the way, Owen, just so we're clear, I am not afraid of the sea creatures. Just the jellyfish—"
"—Okay—"
"Or you know, we can do what people do on their honeymoon" Teddy says with a smile, dopey more than sexy, trying to wiggle her eyebrows, which makes Owen throw back his head in laughter. He pulls her closer to him, catching her face his large, warm hand. Teddy melts. It was very loving and affectionate. He smelled like sun and sweat and sunblock. Reminiscent of the desert, but saltier. He was getting a little red, surprisingly tan, after a few hours of surfing. This was a surprise to Teddy. Owen was a lot of things but she never thought about Owen as a surfer. He claims he just learned one day while he was in Hawaii many moons ago and it was just like riding a bike (Teddy rolls her eyes at this. She knows it's pure bullshit. He later admits he used to drive hundreds of miles out of Seattle to catch a wave or two in his youth)(It comforts her that she's still learning things about him). She kisses him. Tasting the sun and sunblock and the ocean. Slipping her piña colada-soaked tongue into his mouth, which she knows was the reason why he chuckled against her mouth.
Grunting gently, he pulls away and gives her a smile. "Finish your drink. Let's go back to the suite"
She giggles as he roughly (okay, mildly) presses her against the closed door. She appreciates that he made sure the door knob was out of the way. It's happened to the two of them too many times—realizing hours later that there is a huge bruise forming. They usually laugh it off remembering where the bruise manifested from. Teddy tries not to think about the lack of bruising and focuses on him. Strong arm around her waist, pulling her closely, tightly against him. She can feel him showing signs of life pressing against her hip. She smirks against his mouth and she runs her fingers through his hair, her fingernails grazing his scalp. She feels him get harder and she melts at the sound of his muffled groan against her mouth. She pulls away and pushes him gently and wiggles out of his grasps. She decides to torture him slightly and put on a show. Slipping her loose dress off. Untying her bikini top as she saunters to the bedroom. She looks back at him with a smirk, he is frozen in place. Jaw slightly open. She chuckles when she realizes his eyes were on his ass, mainly the strings on her bikini bottom. She knows he's thinking about untying them, which is also why she particularly picked this set for that day.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" She smirks and chuckles and kept walking towards the bathroom.
"The shower, huh?"
"Just hurry, Owen"
"Impatient"
"Don't test me, Hunt"
He laughs. It was genuine. She notices the sparkle in his eye. He shakes his head in that adorable way he always does and follows her in the bathroom, catching her hips and spins her around and gives her a kiss. She laughs into his mouth as he unties her bikini bottom and lets it fall on the floor.
"I love you" He whispers when he pulls away to catch his breath. She lets her hands rest on the back of his neck and gives it a gentle scratch, enough to make him twitch. She rests her forehead against his and whispers it back.
Showing Owen love and passion is easy. She's done it for decades, but to hear those word come from his mouth with such sincerity gives her so much fire and life. Like she wants to combust into tiny little pieces, but at the same time feel as whole and she'll ever feel. Hearing him say those words gives her hope and a thousand butterflies in her stomach—it doesn't matter if it's casually or with such complete fervor. Owen loves her. She loves Owen. They are married. They have a family. And she's in Bora Bora on their honeymoon. Sometimes she still can't believe it.
A little squeeze on her ass brings her back to reality. She pulls him closer by the neck and kisses his jaw. She lets him lift her into the shower and press her against the glass wall and she wraps her legs around him. Pulling him tight. Her lips travel to his neck. The taste of his skin turns her on. His sweat. Salty. His scent. Just the perfect Owen under the sun smell. Her lips trail up, closer to his ear. She pulls away to breathe him in. Savoring him, because, God, he feels and smells and tastes like heaven.
"Teddy" He breathes out as his fingers shimmy between their bodies. She shivers, not sure if it was his touch, the way he sounded, or the way the cold glass wall felt against her hot skin.
"Honey" She responds breathily. She knows her slick juices are pulled between her legs. She knows it was the reason he grunted when slipped in two immediately. She grabs onto him tightly and slightly tugged at his hair.
Warm water started to cascade down them. She was so deliriously enjoying his touch that she's not completely sure when or how he turned on the shower. It didn't matter to her. HIs body pressed against her as she rides his hand. Moving rhythmically against him, against the glass wall. When his thumb pressed against her clit, she felt lightning through her body. She knows it won't be long until he's completely taken over her. Her juices spill against his hand mixed with the warm water. She loosens up the grip of her legs around his waist and he slowly lets her go. Her feet touch the floor with the gorgeous tiles, his arm around her waist to steady her, while his other hand caresses her face. His eyes pierces through hers. It's filled with love and affection and suddenly surprise when she grabs his already hard cock in her hand.
"Oh, Teds" He breathes out. She knows he's pulsing and ready and it's almost torture when she grazes her finger nails lightly "Fuck"
She just chuckles. Enjoying the reaction. She bites her lip when he tucks a strand of her hair out of her face and behind her ear and gasps when he roughly whispers turn around. The glass starts to fog from their body heat, or it could be the water, but she chuckles at her handprint against the glass and gasps again as he enters her slowly from behind. Filling every inch of her. She couldn't help it. She couldn't help but let out a long moan. It was almost involuntary. But god damn that felt so good. She moans again when his one hand gripped her hip tightly and the other hand pressed against the glass wall next to hers for stability.
He moves rhythmically, grunting, almost animalistic, and she clenches around and she knows his enjoying it because he grips on her hip harder—hard enough that it could form a bruise—and he increases his pace. She comes again, it doesn't take her long because it's really hard to control herself these days. But she wants him to take his time. Teddy.
"Owen" she breathes out, almost abrupt.
"What?" He asks, alarmed, movement slowing down.
"I want to suck you off"
"Teddy—"
"Now" She doesn't know where the authoritative tone came from. Maybe it was impatience. She was hungry after all.
She takes a mental image of his reaction and she smirks, pressing him against the glass. Right beside their handprints in the fogged up wall. She gets on her knees, her hand gently on his shaft at first, kissing the tip, which makes him chuckle impatiently. He was hot and throbbing and she can see a little bit of his cum threatening to come out already. She licks it fast, like a kitty cat, and his hand flies to her head immediately.
"You tease"
She just makes a sinister noise because licking again, but this time more purposefully. She runs her tongue up his shaft before taking him in. She starts to bob her head, hand moving along with it. He grunts and moans and pulls her hair, just like how she likes it sometimes. Not too rough, but not too light. Just enough. She responds that she's enjoying it by twirling her tongue at the tip. He stiffens and she knows it will be a few seconds until he spills in her mouth. She sucks him clean and she stands up to kiss him. Letting him taste himself. He laughs softly against her tongue.
"You do realize your mouth still somehow taste like Pina coladas" He says as he takes her into his arms and laughs against her hair once he's caught his breath.
"Pineapple flavored Owen" She says dorkily which makes him laugh harder.
"God, I love you" He says, still laughing. She just scrunches her nose in response and buries her face into his chest.
He reaches for the shampoo and he looks at her questioningly. "May I?"
"Yeah, of course"
He lathers her hair with shampoo and rubs her scalp. Massaging gently. She enjoys the silence and the touch and the affection. This—this nurturing moment—is just a cherry on top. It's not hard to show love these days. It's a whole lot of work because they're both broken. But lately it's just as simple as remembering that all they need is each other. But this villa in Bora Bora doesn't hurt either.
Who wants a honeymoon #2