"A Girl's Best Friend" - Hobbs/Raydor (and Louis Vuitton) Fic
Title: A Girl's Best Friend
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor and a Louis Vuitton handbag
Rating: T
Word Count: 441 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: Inspired by Andrea's reaction to the counterfeit Louis Vuitton bags in tonight's episode. Also, THIS is the bag I am referring to in the fic.
Andrea groaned as she toed her pumps off and hung her jacket in the front closet. Sharon had arrived home much earlier in the evening while Andrea had gotten stuck working three hours overtime, on a Friday evening no less. Sighing, she decided that she would forgo dinner this evening in favor of getting her exhausted self to bed as soon as possible.
She tip toed down the hall as quietly as she could manage, knowing that Rusty was already in bed. He’d texted her half an hour ago saying that he and Sharon had left some risotto in the fridge for her and that he was heading off to bed. The risotto would still make for a good lunch tomorrow, when she was alert enough to be able to enjoy it.
All thoughts of crawling under the covers and going straight to sleep left her as soon as she entered the bedroom.
Sharon Raydor was sprawled across the mattress, as naked as the day she was born. Propped rather strategically against her beautifully bare curves was a Louis Vuitton Pallas handbag.
“Good evening DDA Hobbs,” Sharon said, her tone was sultry but Andrea could hear the giggles that she was trying to hold back.
“I think I may be dreaming,” Andrea said. She pinched her forearm and Sharon giggled. “Nope. Not dreaming. Are you actually in bed with a Louis Vuitton bag? Have I been replaced by supple leather and shiny golden brass metallic pieces?” she asked as she lay down facing Sharon.
“No,” Sharon drawled. “Your birthday is on Monday, and we both know that it will be nearly impossible trying to celebrate on a work and school night. I wasn’t sure what I should get you, until of course I saw your rather enthusiastic reaction to all those fake counterfeit bags last week.”
Andrea trailed her eager fingers across the soft leather of the purse, up and around Sharon’s forearm, and across her collarbone; as soft as the leather was, it dulled in comparison to her lover’s skin. “This is a very nice birthday gift,” Andrea said excitedly.
Sharon’s tongue darted out to catch Andrea’s fingers as they ghosted along her jaw and lips. She felt Andrea shiver in response.
“So, which gift do you want to unwrap first?” Sharon asked, quirking her eyebrow.
Andrea carefully moved the gorgeous, handmade leather bag aside so that she could see the rest of her very naked, very beautiful partner.
“Oh Sharon, this purse has nothing on you babe,” Andrea purred as she pulled Sharon close to her.
The bag toppled over onto the floor, where it lay forgotten until morning.
***
Also, a visual (of the BAG you pervs :P):
Pairing: Hobbs/Raydor and a Louis Vuitton handbag
Rating: T
Word Count: 441 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: Inspired by Andrea's reaction to the counterfeit Louis Vuitton bags in tonight's episode. Also, THIS is the bag I am referring to in the fic.
Andrea groaned as she toed her pumps off and hung her jacket in the front closet. Sharon had arrived home much earlier in the evening while Andrea had gotten stuck working three hours overtime, on a Friday evening no less. Sighing, she decided that she would forgo dinner this evening in favor of getting her exhausted self to bed as soon as possible.
She tip toed down the hall as quietly as she could manage, knowing that Rusty was already in bed. He’d texted her half an hour ago saying that he and Sharon had left some risotto in the fridge for her and that he was heading off to bed. The risotto would still make for a good lunch tomorrow, when she was alert enough to be able to enjoy it.
All thoughts of crawling under the covers and going straight to sleep left her as soon as she entered the bedroom.
Sharon Raydor was sprawled across the mattress, as naked as the day she was born. Propped rather strategically against her beautifully bare curves was a Louis Vuitton Pallas handbag.
“Good evening DDA Hobbs,” Sharon said, her tone was sultry but Andrea could hear the giggles that she was trying to hold back.
“I think I may be dreaming,” Andrea said. She pinched her forearm and Sharon giggled. “Nope. Not dreaming. Are you actually in bed with a Louis Vuitton bag? Have I been replaced by supple leather and shiny golden brass metallic pieces?” she asked as she lay down facing Sharon.
“No,” Sharon drawled. “Your birthday is on Monday, and we both know that it will be nearly impossible trying to celebrate on a work and school night. I wasn’t sure what I should get you, until of course I saw your rather enthusiastic reaction to all those fake counterfeit bags last week.”
Andrea trailed her eager fingers across the soft leather of the purse, up and around Sharon’s forearm, and across her collarbone; as soft as the leather was, it dulled in comparison to her lover’s skin. “This is a very nice birthday gift,” Andrea said excitedly.
Sharon’s tongue darted out to catch Andrea’s fingers as they ghosted along her jaw and lips. She felt Andrea shiver in response.
“So, which gift do you want to unwrap first?” Sharon asked, quirking her eyebrow.
Andrea carefully moved the gorgeous, handmade leather bag aside so that she could see the rest of her very naked, very beautiful partner.
“Oh Sharon, this purse has nothing on you babe,” Andrea purred as she pulled Sharon close to her.
The bag toppled over onto the floor, where it lay forgotten until morning.
***
Also, a visual (of the BAG you pervs :P):