Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dog_eat_dog) wrote2013-09-19 05:13 pm
dog_eat_dog) wrote2013-09-19 05:13 pm
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FICLET 011
Tess nestles in closer, and Joel pulls her in, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He gives her a squeeze, a handful of ass that makes her give a peep.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Tess replies, "I'm getting fat."
There's a mutual joke in there, and Joel rests his chin on the top of her head and breathes in deeply. She smells like shampoo and soap.
"You keep eatin'," Joel rumbles, warm and sleepy. "I like this on you."
He shifts his hand a bit lower, and when she presses her lips up against his throat, he pulls her hips up harder against his. For a moment, they grind together, comfortable as can be, and then she tilts her head back to murmur, "You want a piece of it?"
Joel doesn't reply –– he doesn't need to. Tess moves with him when he lets go of her, and she rolls over so her back is against his chest. His thumb hooks over the hem of her panties and pulls them down with a helpful wiggle of her hips, and Tess presses her ass back against his cock with a grin.
"Thought so," she teases, which then turns into a breathy gasp when his hand slides down to cup her. He pulls her up against him, hard, and she reaches back to hold him. "Mmm."
"I don't want a piece of your ass," Joel says, low in her ear, and god, does it ever make her wet. "I want all of it."
With his free hand, Joel reaches to grab a pillow from the top of the bed, and he puts it down level with their hips before pushing Tess over onto her belly. She laughs, adjusting the pillow under her with a smirk, and he shushes her.
"It's all yours," Tess breathes, stretching out like a cat, and Joel swings a leg over to straddle her thighs. She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled, and for a hot second they just look at each other.
If he could wait before that, he certainly can't now.
They fuck hard.
-x-
Once more, Tess nestles in closer; this time, her chest heaving, her head light. Joel's the same way, rolled over on his back, a chuckle at the back of his throat.
"Scootch back over, Tess, I'm almost off the bed," he says, though he wraps an arm around her. She's settled in the crook of his elbow, head against his shoulder.
"It's wet over there," she murmurs back.
"You're the one who gets so wet," he tells her.
"I let you do anal and you blame me for all the mess? You're no gentleman, Tex." Tess says, even as she pulls away from him and moves to her hands and knees. She hovers over him, and he lifts his hand to run it along her inner thigh and up.
"Proof's still there, Freckles," he replies.
For a moment he has her, but then Tess chuckles and climbs over him, feet touching down on the floor on the other side, and he lets her go. Joel flops his head back into the pillows, and shifts over so his shoulder isn't hanging off the side of the bed. Tess crosses the floor to the bathroom, turning on the light and casting her own shadow across the dark bedroom.
"I'm gonna take a shower," she says. "You coming?"
Joel lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the light, preferring the bare minimum of light leaking through the bedroom curtains. He does, however, look to the alarm clock and its red LED glow.
"It is three A.M., Tess, I am gonna get some damn shut-eye."
Tess tosses a smirk his way –– not that he can see beyond her silhouetted shape –– and offers, "If that's your way of saying you're too old for a second round in the shower, I am hearing you loud and clear."
She turns away to start the shower, water running hot on the fancy dark tile. Tess steps in, right under the shower head, and as her hair starts to plaster down to her head, she sees Joel's shape on the other side of the frosted shower curtain.
And then a few moments later, Joel's taking her space under the water and she's sliding down the length of his body with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Tess replies, "I'm getting fat."
There's a mutual joke in there, and Joel rests his chin on the top of her head and breathes in deeply. She smells like shampoo and soap.
"You keep eatin'," Joel rumbles, warm and sleepy. "I like this on you."
He shifts his hand a bit lower, and when she presses her lips up against his throat, he pulls her hips up harder against his. For a moment, they grind together, comfortable as can be, and then she tilts her head back to murmur, "You want a piece of it?"
Joel doesn't reply –– he doesn't need to. Tess moves with him when he lets go of her, and she rolls over so her back is against his chest. His thumb hooks over the hem of her panties and pulls them down with a helpful wiggle of her hips, and Tess presses her ass back against his cock with a grin.
"Thought so," she teases, which then turns into a breathy gasp when his hand slides down to cup her. He pulls her up against him, hard, and she reaches back to hold him. "Mmm."
"I don't want a piece of your ass," Joel says, low in her ear, and god, does it ever make her wet. "I want all of it."
With his free hand, Joel reaches to grab a pillow from the top of the bed, and he puts it down level with their hips before pushing Tess over onto her belly. She laughs, adjusting the pillow under her with a smirk, and he shushes her.
"It's all yours," Tess breathes, stretching out like a cat, and Joel swings a leg over to straddle her thighs. She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled, and for a hot second they just look at each other.
If he could wait before that, he certainly can't now.
They fuck hard.
-x-
Once more, Tess nestles in closer; this time, her chest heaving, her head light. Joel's the same way, rolled over on his back, a chuckle at the back of his throat.
"Scootch back over, Tess, I'm almost off the bed," he says, though he wraps an arm around her. She's settled in the crook of his elbow, head against his shoulder.
"It's wet over there," she murmurs back.
"You're the one who gets so wet," he tells her.
"I let you do anal and you blame me for all the mess? You're no gentleman, Tex." Tess says, even as she pulls away from him and moves to her hands and knees. She hovers over him, and he lifts his hand to run it along her inner thigh and up.
"Proof's still there, Freckles," he replies.
For a moment he has her, but then Tess chuckles and climbs over him, feet touching down on the floor on the other side, and he lets her go. Joel flops his head back into the pillows, and shifts over so his shoulder isn't hanging off the side of the bed. Tess crosses the floor to the bathroom, turning on the light and casting her own shadow across the dark bedroom.
"I'm gonna take a shower," she says. "You coming?"
Joel lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the light, preferring the bare minimum of light leaking through the bedroom curtains. He does, however, look to the alarm clock and its red LED glow.
"It is three A.M., Tess, I am gonna get some damn shut-eye."
Tess tosses a smirk his way –– not that he can see beyond her silhouetted shape –– and offers, "If that's your way of saying you're too old for a second round in the shower, I am hearing you loud and clear."
She turns away to start the shower, water running hot on the fancy dark tile. Tess steps in, right under the shower head, and as her hair starts to plaster down to her head, she sees Joel's shape on the other side of the frosted shower curtain.
And then a few moments later, Joel's taking her space under the water and she's sliding down the length of his body with a grin.