The List (1/1) - Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Title: The List
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Just a one-shot that kept twirling in my head. Oh, and it's smutty.
She was almost there. Just a few more steps... quietly, she grabbed the skirt that had been thrown on the floor more than thirty hours before, and a t-shirt that, on a second glance, was too big to be hers. She shook her head. It didn't matter. She could tie it up along her bellybutton when she was out of the room.
She tiptoed on the wooden floor, adding her flats to the clothes already in her hands, and opened silently the door, the golden morning light pouring in.
"...and exactly where do you think you're going?"
Crap. She turned around. "Hi, honey!"
He lazily rubbed the sleep off his eyes, and leant on his elbow to get a better look. "Trying to escape?" His voice was low and groggy from sleep, his cheeks darkened slightly by a two-days stubble, an eyebrow playfully corked up, short curly hairs peppering his chest. God, he's so sexy.
"Just trying to get us some groceries, sweetie. Have you had a chance to look at our fridge lately? It's so empty there's an echo when you open the door."
He chuckled, and slipped on his briefs under the covers, swung his legs across the side of the bed and got up, a little unsteady. "I don't really mind the echoing nearly as much as I mind not having you here with me."
She watched him approach her slowly, and allowed the shoes she was holding to fall to the floor. "We can't have that, sorry. I can't let my guy starve to death." She grinned as he grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her closer.
"Who said anything about starving, hm?" He kissed the side of her neck, and nibbled her earlobe.
She giggled. "I'm pretty sure my ear doesn't count as source for calories, unless you actually take a bite. In which case we might have a different kind of problem."
He chuckled and growled on her skin. "As I told you before, there's no chance I'm letting you out of my sight for these seventy-two hours." He bit her where her neck and shoulder met. "Not. A single. Tiny. Chance."
Her head tried feebly to protest, but when his lips reached her collarbone, all rational thought was pushed aside, and she threw her arms around his neck, dropping her clothes on the floor.
His victorious smirk should have been enough to make her want to resist more, but they had been apart for too long, and the only feeling she was interested in was his skin on hers, and she gladly allowed him to lay her on their bed, and straddle her waist, one of his hands running through her hair, the other lightly teasing the sensitive skin under her breasts.
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They had been apart for nine interminable days. He had flown back to Atlanta to reshoot some scenes for his movie, and from there had moved straight to New York for a few music sessions, while she had been literally glued to the Glee set, shooting scenes with the kids and Jane, juggling her little free time between workouts at the gym and interviews.
Even their constant phone calls and late-night video chats had to be reduced, because of their respective schedules, and she had found herself alone at home on a Friday night, after a whole day unable to hear his voice, ashamed of herself as she cried her loneliness away, her pets as her only comfort. Everything felt much stronger now, much more intense, ever since they had slipped a ring on the other's left hand. Their happiness was bigger and better than anything she had ever experienced, and their lows, be it a little disagreement that was always solved with a kiss and an apology before hard feelings could start forming, or being apart for more than a few hours, left both of them in a deep hole of emptiness, one only the other's presence could fix.
Her sorrows had been drowned with chocolate chips ice cream (that she had to work off the next day with an extra gym session) and an hour of ball game with the now gigantic-sized Daisy in the garden, while he had been on set until the early hours of morning, so tired he found it hard to stand, let alone concentrate on the scene, and missing her like crazy.
He had surprised her earlier than planned, sending a text just before his flight to LA departed, a day before his scheduled one, and as he came out of customs, dragging his trolley, he had been quite literally tackled by a petite yet strong redhead, who had launched herself in his hold as soon as the doors had opened, kissing all over his face. It was such an unusual scene for his shy, reserved wife that he had been forced to laugh out loud, holding her as tight as if she actually was supposed to mold into him.
They had quickly waved his travel companions goodbye and reached her car, a tense silence hovering between them, both scared to even touch the other for fear of starting a reaction neither knew how to stop before it got out of hand.
He grabbed her hips as soon as their entrance door was closed behind them, suddenly, pulling her closer.
She quite literally felt as if he wanted to devour her, as he kissed and licked and bit every inch of skin he could reach, her legs safely hooked around his hips, her shoulders pressed against the wall, his senses in overload from the perfume of her hair, the warmth of her skin, the moans and calls of his name, the feeling of her middle rubbing against his, and he wasn't sure if he had ever been hard like that, but he wanted her, no, he needed her, more than he had ever needed anything or anyone, and so he just tucked her skirt up under her waistband, and pushed her underwear aside, as she unbuckled his belt and jeans, and grabbed him in his briefs, pushing them down a little, his knees almost giving way as she stroked him, fast and hard, while his hands reached to free her from her white shirt, tugging her bra off.
He whispered her name as he entered her, her shoulders sliding up and down against the wall of their entrance hall, his luggage abandoned somewhere beside them, and it was all so powerful that she felt her orgasm build up as if it had been getting ready for months, his right hand clasping her hip, his left squeezing her breasts, her nipples hard and pink as they moved up and down in sync with his thrusts, and it was so strong she had to bit down on his shoulder, just to do something, anything, that was more than just screaming out loud, and her walls closed down on him when he still wasn't expecting it, the tightness in his crotch reaching unbearable levels, their rhythm growing more and more forceful, until he exploded inside of her, gasping for air, her teeth still clamped on his skin, his tongue tracing down her neck, as she screamed out his name in release and his vision blacked out for a second.
He still held her up as they came down from their respective highs, breathless and gasping, her mouth finally releasing his shoulder, a red mark shaped like her teeth that was likely to bear a memory for a few days to come, but he didn't care, as he leant his forehead on hers, their breaths mixing, his smiling eyes and grin mirroring hers.
"Hi, wife."
She kissed his cheek. "Hi, husband."
"I really, really missed you, in case it still hadn't come out..."
Her giggle was music to his ears, as he moved them both to their couch, and they laid down together, her head finding her spot between his shoulder and chest, his hands travelling back and forth the lenght of her spine and side.
He had told her his project for their upcoming three days as they held each other close. "I'm not letting you out of my sight for the next three days, in case you're wondering. And we're not leaving this house... unless you have some kinky stuff in mind, in which case I'm completely okay with the fact." He lifted an eyebrow, his look sexy and mischevious, and she laughed. "Bathroom breaks are allowed. The rest of the time, you're mine."
She blushed, kissing his collarbone. Feeling so wanted, after so many lonely days, was more than enough to make her head spin. "Hm, too bad. I've just decided yesterday we're gonna be one of those married couples who never have sex."
He twisted his body so he was hovering just above her, and started tickling her ruthlessly, mumbling something about his plans of beating every world record for the most sex for a married couple instead, and she gladly surrended to his touch.
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"...you see, as amazing as this has been, it still doesn't solve our groceries issue." His stomach grumbled under her hand. "And we're about to be in a state of emergency, from the sound of your belly."
He pouted playfully, swinging a leg over hers. "See, there's a reason why I don't want to get out. It'd involve stuff like getting dressed, which is of no use since I'm just going to tear it all apart the minute we get back. And I can't promise I wouldn't try and start something in the frozen foods aisle anyway."
She mockingly rolled her eyes, and took his hand, dragging him downstairs. "Fine, you win. Call for delivery to that cute Italian restaurant we went to last week. I'll order online some groceries."
She saw him make a fist pump victory sign, and gave him a stern look. "It's just 'cos I missed you so much, mister. Don't even think we're spending our weekends like this from now on..."
"Why not? We have running water and electricity, food isn't so hard to get, a huge bed and several other... interesting surfaces we can exploit to our liking," he smirked, and she cast a look to the wall in the hall, "a pool if it's too hot and a jacuzzi if it's too cold."
She giggled at his list, as he pulled her down on his lap on a chair. He nodded ahead, and she noticed they were sitting across the room from a full sized mirror they had placed beside the downstairs closet.
They entwined their fingers together, their wedding bands still new and shiny, their expressions speaking of love, and bliss, a perfection so obvious as it was laid down right in front of them.
"Nice list." She stared at their naked bodies molded together so perfectly, his arms closing protectively around her waist. "This." She took his left hand, and kissed it, palm, knuckles and ring. "This is everything I need."
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...told ya I couldn't just stop writing... ;)
Hope you liked this, it was just a fun one-shot. More little scenes from their married life will probably follow.
As usual, I don't write for reviews, but I love to read your thoughts, if you want to share them. :)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Just a one-shot that kept twirling in my head. Oh, and it's smutty.
She was almost there. Just a few more steps... quietly, she grabbed the skirt that had been thrown on the floor more than thirty hours before, and a t-shirt that, on a second glance, was too big to be hers. She shook her head. It didn't matter. She could tie it up along her bellybutton when she was out of the room.
She tiptoed on the wooden floor, adding her flats to the clothes already in her hands, and opened silently the door, the golden morning light pouring in.
"...and exactly where do you think you're going?"
Crap. She turned around. "Hi, honey!"
He lazily rubbed the sleep off his eyes, and leant on his elbow to get a better look. "Trying to escape?" His voice was low and groggy from sleep, his cheeks darkened slightly by a two-days stubble, an eyebrow playfully corked up, short curly hairs peppering his chest. God, he's so sexy.
"Just trying to get us some groceries, sweetie. Have you had a chance to look at our fridge lately? It's so empty there's an echo when you open the door."
He chuckled, and slipped on his briefs under the covers, swung his legs across the side of the bed and got up, a little unsteady. "I don't really mind the echoing nearly as much as I mind not having you here with me."
She watched him approach her slowly, and allowed the shoes she was holding to fall to the floor. "We can't have that, sorry. I can't let my guy starve to death." She grinned as he grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her closer.
"Who said anything about starving, hm?" He kissed the side of her neck, and nibbled her earlobe.
She giggled. "I'm pretty sure my ear doesn't count as source for calories, unless you actually take a bite. In which case we might have a different kind of problem."
He chuckled and growled on her skin. "As I told you before, there's no chance I'm letting you out of my sight for these seventy-two hours." He bit her where her neck and shoulder met. "Not. A single. Tiny. Chance."
Her head tried feebly to protest, but when his lips reached her collarbone, all rational thought was pushed aside, and she threw her arms around his neck, dropping her clothes on the floor.
His victorious smirk should have been enough to make her want to resist more, but they had been apart for too long, and the only feeling she was interested in was his skin on hers, and she gladly allowed him to lay her on their bed, and straddle her waist, one of his hands running through her hair, the other lightly teasing the sensitive skin under her breasts.
-----
They had been apart for nine interminable days. He had flown back to Atlanta to reshoot some scenes for his movie, and from there had moved straight to New York for a few music sessions, while she had been literally glued to the Glee set, shooting scenes with the kids and Jane, juggling her little free time between workouts at the gym and interviews.
Even their constant phone calls and late-night video chats had to be reduced, because of their respective schedules, and she had found herself alone at home on a Friday night, after a whole day unable to hear his voice, ashamed of herself as she cried her loneliness away, her pets as her only comfort. Everything felt much stronger now, much more intense, ever since they had slipped a ring on the other's left hand. Their happiness was bigger and better than anything she had ever experienced, and their lows, be it a little disagreement that was always solved with a kiss and an apology before hard feelings could start forming, or being apart for more than a few hours, left both of them in a deep hole of emptiness, one only the other's presence could fix.
Her sorrows had been drowned with chocolate chips ice cream (that she had to work off the next day with an extra gym session) and an hour of ball game with the now gigantic-sized Daisy in the garden, while he had been on set until the early hours of morning, so tired he found it hard to stand, let alone concentrate on the scene, and missing her like crazy.
He had surprised her earlier than planned, sending a text just before his flight to LA departed, a day before his scheduled one, and as he came out of customs, dragging his trolley, he had been quite literally tackled by a petite yet strong redhead, who had launched herself in his hold as soon as the doors had opened, kissing all over his face. It was such an unusual scene for his shy, reserved wife that he had been forced to laugh out loud, holding her as tight as if she actually was supposed to mold into him.
They had quickly waved his travel companions goodbye and reached her car, a tense silence hovering between them, both scared to even touch the other for fear of starting a reaction neither knew how to stop before it got out of hand.
He grabbed her hips as soon as their entrance door was closed behind them, suddenly, pulling her closer.
She quite literally felt as if he wanted to devour her, as he kissed and licked and bit every inch of skin he could reach, her legs safely hooked around his hips, her shoulders pressed against the wall, his senses in overload from the perfume of her hair, the warmth of her skin, the moans and calls of his name, the feeling of her middle rubbing against his, and he wasn't sure if he had ever been hard like that, but he wanted her, no, he needed her, more than he had ever needed anything or anyone, and so he just tucked her skirt up under her waistband, and pushed her underwear aside, as she unbuckled his belt and jeans, and grabbed him in his briefs, pushing them down a little, his knees almost giving way as she stroked him, fast and hard, while his hands reached to free her from her white shirt, tugging her bra off.
He whispered her name as he entered her, her shoulders sliding up and down against the wall of their entrance hall, his luggage abandoned somewhere beside them, and it was all so powerful that she felt her orgasm build up as if it had been getting ready for months, his right hand clasping her hip, his left squeezing her breasts, her nipples hard and pink as they moved up and down in sync with his thrusts, and it was so strong she had to bit down on his shoulder, just to do something, anything, that was more than just screaming out loud, and her walls closed down on him when he still wasn't expecting it, the tightness in his crotch reaching unbearable levels, their rhythm growing more and more forceful, until he exploded inside of her, gasping for air, her teeth still clamped on his skin, his tongue tracing down her neck, as she screamed out his name in release and his vision blacked out for a second.
He still held her up as they came down from their respective highs, breathless and gasping, her mouth finally releasing his shoulder, a red mark shaped like her teeth that was likely to bear a memory for a few days to come, but he didn't care, as he leant his forehead on hers, their breaths mixing, his smiling eyes and grin mirroring hers.
"Hi, wife."
She kissed his cheek. "Hi, husband."
"I really, really missed you, in case it still hadn't come out..."
Her giggle was music to his ears, as he moved them both to their couch, and they laid down together, her head finding her spot between his shoulder and chest, his hands travelling back and forth the lenght of her spine and side.
He had told her his project for their upcoming three days as they held each other close. "I'm not letting you out of my sight for the next three days, in case you're wondering. And we're not leaving this house... unless you have some kinky stuff in mind, in which case I'm completely okay with the fact." He lifted an eyebrow, his look sexy and mischevious, and she laughed. "Bathroom breaks are allowed. The rest of the time, you're mine."
She blushed, kissing his collarbone. Feeling so wanted, after so many lonely days, was more than enough to make her head spin. "Hm, too bad. I've just decided yesterday we're gonna be one of those married couples who never have sex."
He twisted his body so he was hovering just above her, and started tickling her ruthlessly, mumbling something about his plans of beating every world record for the most sex for a married couple instead, and she gladly surrended to his touch.
-----
"...you see, as amazing as this has been, it still doesn't solve our groceries issue." His stomach grumbled under her hand. "And we're about to be in a state of emergency, from the sound of your belly."
He pouted playfully, swinging a leg over hers. "See, there's a reason why I don't want to get out. It'd involve stuff like getting dressed, which is of no use since I'm just going to tear it all apart the minute we get back. And I can't promise I wouldn't try and start something in the frozen foods aisle anyway."
She mockingly rolled her eyes, and took his hand, dragging him downstairs. "Fine, you win. Call for delivery to that cute Italian restaurant we went to last week. I'll order online some groceries."
She saw him make a fist pump victory sign, and gave him a stern look. "It's just 'cos I missed you so much, mister. Don't even think we're spending our weekends like this from now on..."
"Why not? We have running water and electricity, food isn't so hard to get, a huge bed and several other... interesting surfaces we can exploit to our liking," he smirked, and she cast a look to the wall in the hall, "a pool if it's too hot and a jacuzzi if it's too cold."
She giggled at his list, as he pulled her down on his lap on a chair. He nodded ahead, and she noticed they were sitting across the room from a full sized mirror they had placed beside the downstairs closet.
They entwined their fingers together, their wedding bands still new and shiny, their expressions speaking of love, and bliss, a perfection so obvious as it was laid down right in front of them.
"Nice list." She stared at their naked bodies molded together so perfectly, his arms closing protectively around her waist. "This." She took his left hand, and kissed it, palm, knuckles and ring. "This is everything I need."
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...told ya I couldn't just stop writing... ;)
Hope you liked this, it was just a fun one-shot. More little scenes from their married life will probably follow.
As usual, I don't write for reviews, but I love to read your thoughts, if you want to share them. :)