Kink Bingo - Free Square
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a_qTitle: Afternoon Delight
Fandoms: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles / Gilmore Girls
Pairing: Sarah Connor / Lorelai Gilmore
Kink: free square, perhaps closest to rubbing/grinding
Word count: 770
Notes: My timeline decisions: I couldn't find certain birth date for John Connor, so I figured both Rory & John were born 1984. Also, I couldn't find the bit of trivia when Lorelai bought the house, but I wrote it to be at this juncture where Rory is 5, she is 21. I also assumed that Sarah traveled all over with young John. If nitpicking is your pleasure, feel free to do so in the comments!
The walls were still bare, so it was convenient to press Lorelai against the only free surface. The floors were filled with cardboard boxes, the sofa was filled with toys and the bedroom was just too far away. Time was an issue.
”But what about the kids...”
”They are fine, they have a big book.” Sarah glanced outside where the kids sat side by side on a cardboard box, immersed in a heated discussion. ”I think John is telling Rory about the Amazon again.”
Sarah knew that Lorelai's objections were just for show, her body shivered where Sarah touched her. It was a tell-tale sign. Sarah had learned it during this week they had spent together. So she didn't waste any time with talking, because she could never out-talk Lorelai. Instead she yanked the dress hem up to Lorelai's waist and took a hold of her hips, pulling her forward. Lorelai quivered when Sarah slid her thigh up along hers, the jeans scraping their way across the soft skin.
“They might come back inside, if they want a snack or... Oh, damn...”
Sarah applied some strategic grinding against her sensitive spot and the move worked like magic: Lorelai's thought was cut short. This always required a good timing. Too soon and Lorelai started to comment the action, too late and she started to babble what ever things floated through her mind. It was like building a bomb; careful timing and precise movements. Sarah was good with bombs. She knew all the tricks.
“If you keep mentioning the kids, I have to stop what I'm doing right now. It is distracting.” Sarah said and watched how Lorelai's expressions changed from worry, to lust, to fear and back to lust again. It was interesting, yet Sarah wanted to dip the scales to definite lust. She sneaked her hand under Lorelai's t-shirt and started to fiddle with the edge of the bra. It was the satin one, with sparkling gold accents. Sarah slid it up with a practiced move. The nipple was hard as a pebble.
“I don't know if afternoon delights are mentioned in the Big Book of Good Motherhood. Especially ones against the wall... Maybe in crisp, ironed sheets in a well made bed?”
“You don't have a bed.” Sarah pointed out while she pressed harder, letting the inseam dig deeper into her own wet pussy. She liked to stay in control. Lorelai moved her hips in short, erratic yanks and the sheer desperation made her look sweet and innocent. Sarah smiled and kissed her, sampling the artificial flavor of her lip gloss. Piña Colada.
Lorelai was an excellent kisser; clever and expert in teasing. Sarah let Lorelai control that, while she guide the yanks of her hips. The mutual rhythm was easy to find.
Sarah glanced sideways to see if the kids were still busy with their book. There was some discussion going on that involved pointing and slapping the book page. Judging from John's posture they had only few minutes left before the kids would rush in to get a referee for their spat. Sarah shifted her hand from Lorelai's hip into the spot where she knew Lorelai would explode in a snap and with a practiced move she pushed. Lorelai mewled and thrashed against her hand, the force of the release going through her like an electric current.
Sarah tucked Lorelai's bra back to its proper place and released her hold on her, so the hem of her dress fell back down. It was if nothing strange had happened here, besides the new rosy shade of Lorelai's cheeks and the wet smudge on Sarah's jeans.
Only seconds to spare, the kids burst through the door. Rory first with the righteous fury of a five year old, John second with a sullen look that indicated that the mind of girls was just too much for a boy to understand.
“Mom, tell him that Amazon is not the longest river in the world, its Nile! Tell him!”
Sarah smiled to Rory and patted John on the back, nodding towards the kitchen. “Why don't you go have a snack, we can discuss geography after that.”
“You should stay for another day, the bed is arriving tomorrow.” Lorelai said in low voice, pecking a little kiss in the back of Sarah's neck when she walked past her towards the kitchen.
“Beds are overestimated, and Amazon wins.” Sarah said, following behind her. “John and I have to get going again.”
Fandoms: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles / Gilmore Girls
Pairing: Sarah Connor / Lorelai Gilmore
Kink: free square, perhaps closest to rubbing/grinding
Word count: 770
Notes: My timeline decisions: I couldn't find certain birth date for John Connor, so I figured both Rory & John were born 1984. Also, I couldn't find the bit of trivia when Lorelai bought the house, but I wrote it to be at this juncture where Rory is 5, she is 21. I also assumed that Sarah traveled all over with young John. If nitpicking is your pleasure, feel free to do so in the comments!
The walls were still bare, so it was convenient to press Lorelai against the only free surface. The floors were filled with cardboard boxes, the sofa was filled with toys and the bedroom was just too far away. Time was an issue.
”But what about the kids...”
”They are fine, they have a big book.” Sarah glanced outside where the kids sat side by side on a cardboard box, immersed in a heated discussion. ”I think John is telling Rory about the Amazon again.”
Sarah knew that Lorelai's objections were just for show, her body shivered where Sarah touched her. It was a tell-tale sign. Sarah had learned it during this week they had spent together. So she didn't waste any time with talking, because she could never out-talk Lorelai. Instead she yanked the dress hem up to Lorelai's waist and took a hold of her hips, pulling her forward. Lorelai quivered when Sarah slid her thigh up along hers, the jeans scraping their way across the soft skin.
“They might come back inside, if they want a snack or... Oh, damn...”
Sarah applied some strategic grinding against her sensitive spot and the move worked like magic: Lorelai's thought was cut short. This always required a good timing. Too soon and Lorelai started to comment the action, too late and she started to babble what ever things floated through her mind. It was like building a bomb; careful timing and precise movements. Sarah was good with bombs. She knew all the tricks.
“If you keep mentioning the kids, I have to stop what I'm doing right now. It is distracting.” Sarah said and watched how Lorelai's expressions changed from worry, to lust, to fear and back to lust again. It was interesting, yet Sarah wanted to dip the scales to definite lust. She sneaked her hand under Lorelai's t-shirt and started to fiddle with the edge of the bra. It was the satin one, with sparkling gold accents. Sarah slid it up with a practiced move. The nipple was hard as a pebble.
“I don't know if afternoon delights are mentioned in the Big Book of Good Motherhood. Especially ones against the wall... Maybe in crisp, ironed sheets in a well made bed?”
“You don't have a bed.” Sarah pointed out while she pressed harder, letting the inseam dig deeper into her own wet pussy. She liked to stay in control. Lorelai moved her hips in short, erratic yanks and the sheer desperation made her look sweet and innocent. Sarah smiled and kissed her, sampling the artificial flavor of her lip gloss. Piña Colada.
Lorelai was an excellent kisser; clever and expert in teasing. Sarah let Lorelai control that, while she guide the yanks of her hips. The mutual rhythm was easy to find.
Sarah glanced sideways to see if the kids were still busy with their book. There was some discussion going on that involved pointing and slapping the book page. Judging from John's posture they had only few minutes left before the kids would rush in to get a referee for their spat. Sarah shifted her hand from Lorelai's hip into the spot where she knew Lorelai would explode in a snap and with a practiced move she pushed. Lorelai mewled and thrashed against her hand, the force of the release going through her like an electric current.
Sarah tucked Lorelai's bra back to its proper place and released her hold on her, so the hem of her dress fell back down. It was if nothing strange had happened here, besides the new rosy shade of Lorelai's cheeks and the wet smudge on Sarah's jeans.
Only seconds to spare, the kids burst through the door. Rory first with the righteous fury of a five year old, John second with a sullen look that indicated that the mind of girls was just too much for a boy to understand.
“Mom, tell him that Amazon is not the longest river in the world, its Nile! Tell him!”
Sarah smiled to Rory and patted John on the back, nodding towards the kitchen. “Why don't you go have a snack, we can discuss geography after that.”
“You should stay for another day, the bed is arriving tomorrow.” Lorelai said in low voice, pecking a little kiss in the back of Sarah's neck when she walked past her towards the kitchen.
“Beds are overestimated, and Amazon wins.” Sarah said, following behind her. “John and I have to get going again.”
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Date: 2010-07-16 06:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-16 07:48 pm (UTC)Thanks for the feedback!