Kink Bingo - Vehicular
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a_qTitle: Her Way (Or The Highway)
Fandoms: Supernatural / Sons of Anarchy
Pairing: Mary Winchester / Gemma Teller
Kink: vehicular
Word count: 501
Notes: before Impala was Dean's, it was Mary's. (Slight hunter!Mary AU?)
”I love your car.”
”It's not my car.”
”I know. That's why I love it,” Gemma said, her smile flashing white in the dark. Mary laughed with her, trapped in awkward angle between Gemma's body and the seat.
“You have a car too,” Mary noted, snapping the button of Gemma's jeans, slipping her hand inside.
“My trunk isn't full of crosses, holy water and guns.”
“Liar. You have more guns than me,” Mary said, skimming her hand quickly across Gemma's skin, like remembering a familiar landscape. It had been awhile, but some things you just don't forget. Gemma sighed, pressing harder against her, hand already deep in Mary. She had always been the skilled one.
“Guns, yes, but I don't carry any of that religion shit. Much too dangerous,” Gemma muttered, kissing Mary's neck, none too gently. Mary laughed.
“That's rich, coming from the queen of bikers! You are the most dangerous thing in this car, not the crosses, or the holy water.”
“No, you are the most dangerous thing in this car, you and your clever fingers and quick tongue...” Gemma said, tugging and pushing Mary's shirt out of the way. There was not enough room, but it didn't stop her from trying. Mary squirmed around, thinking once again how it would be like to do this in bed, somewhere. Large bed with fresh linen, and endless time just for them. It was a fleeting fancy, and she didn't dwell on it. She had a half naked, wild and horny woman on top of her, in this dark space, and soon, much too soon, she would be gone again.
“You got quite the trigger finger yourself, lady. Yeah...That's it, keep going...God Gemma! Shit!”
Gemma laughed and bit down on her shoulder. Mary groaned and arched and smashed her head against the Impala's door. The pain sparked behind her eyes, but she didn't care. It happened every time, and every time she loved it more and more. It was their thing, bruises, sudden sharp pain that lighted up the pleasure.
“Tell me what you have hunted,” Gemma asked, fingers moving in maddening circles, “Tell me what you've killed.”
“No shoptalk when we fuck, you promised, damn Gemma! You know I don't like it...”
“Your shoptalk is so damn sexy, you have no idea. Tell me about the iron again,” Gemma muttered and Mary sighed. It was hard to keep up the mood when she insisted bringing the topic up every time.
“Are we going to fuck or talk? Pick one, or get out of my car!”
“It's not your car,” Gemma laughed, fingers moving faster and faster, Mary's annoyance like an aphrodisiac for her. Mary grunted and dig her fingers into her soft, sweaty flesh. It was Gemma's turn to groan.
“I can still kick you out, I'm the one driving it,” Mary said, through clenched teeth. Gemma was very good when she aimed to fuck and annoy at the same time.
“Are you, really?”
“Driver calls the shots.”
Fandoms: Supernatural / Sons of Anarchy
Pairing: Mary Winchester / Gemma Teller
Kink: vehicular
Word count: 501
Notes: before Impala was Dean's, it was Mary's. (Slight hunter!Mary AU?)
”I love your car.”
”It's not my car.”
”I know. That's why I love it,” Gemma said, her smile flashing white in the dark. Mary laughed with her, trapped in awkward angle between Gemma's body and the seat.
“You have a car too,” Mary noted, snapping the button of Gemma's jeans, slipping her hand inside.
“My trunk isn't full of crosses, holy water and guns.”
“Liar. You have more guns than me,” Mary said, skimming her hand quickly across Gemma's skin, like remembering a familiar landscape. It had been awhile, but some things you just don't forget. Gemma sighed, pressing harder against her, hand already deep in Mary. She had always been the skilled one.
“Guns, yes, but I don't carry any of that religion shit. Much too dangerous,” Gemma muttered, kissing Mary's neck, none too gently. Mary laughed.
“That's rich, coming from the queen of bikers! You are the most dangerous thing in this car, not the crosses, or the holy water.”
“No, you are the most dangerous thing in this car, you and your clever fingers and quick tongue...” Gemma said, tugging and pushing Mary's shirt out of the way. There was not enough room, but it didn't stop her from trying. Mary squirmed around, thinking once again how it would be like to do this in bed, somewhere. Large bed with fresh linen, and endless time just for them. It was a fleeting fancy, and she didn't dwell on it. She had a half naked, wild and horny woman on top of her, in this dark space, and soon, much too soon, she would be gone again.
“You got quite the trigger finger yourself, lady. Yeah...That's it, keep going...God Gemma! Shit!”
Gemma laughed and bit down on her shoulder. Mary groaned and arched and smashed her head against the Impala's door. The pain sparked behind her eyes, but she didn't care. It happened every time, and every time she loved it more and more. It was their thing, bruises, sudden sharp pain that lighted up the pleasure.
“Tell me what you have hunted,” Gemma asked, fingers moving in maddening circles, “Tell me what you've killed.”
“No shoptalk when we fuck, you promised, damn Gemma! You know I don't like it...”
“Your shoptalk is so damn sexy, you have no idea. Tell me about the iron again,” Gemma muttered and Mary sighed. It was hard to keep up the mood when she insisted bringing the topic up every time.
“Are we going to fuck or talk? Pick one, or get out of my car!”
“It's not your car,” Gemma laughed, fingers moving faster and faster, Mary's annoyance like an aphrodisiac for her. Mary grunted and dig her fingers into her soft, sweaty flesh. It was Gemma's turn to groan.
“I can still kick you out, I'm the one driving it,” Mary said, through clenched teeth. Gemma was very good when she aimed to fuck and annoy at the same time.
“Are you, really?”
“Driver calls the shots.”