Stars (1/1) - Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Title: Stars (1/1)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: This is so silly I'm almost ashamed to be posting it. But here you go. Enjoy. ;)
She giggled as he attached his lips to her neck.
"Matty!" She playfully tried to catch his wandering hands, but he dodged her attempt, and allowed his right hand to land on her left hip, his fingers firmly clasping her side to bring her closer.
He pulled away for a second, a mischevious look in his eyes, as he jokingly shook his head at her, and then both his hands moved up to cup her cheeks, his fingers running through her red curls. "My baby..."
He leaned closer for a kiss, but then rested his forehead on hers for a long moment, eyes staring into each other, and then he captured her lips with his own, a sweet kiss, as he tasted, and felt, and breathed her in, but the more she responded to him, the more he lost control, and before he knew it he was biting and sucking and licking anywhere he could reach, his hands roaming under her yellow nightgown, and for a moment she lost all inhibitions, and gasped and moaned in rhythm with his movements, but then she regained lucidity in a flash, and stopped him gently.
"Matt... baby." She took his face in her hands, disconnecting his lips from her neck. "For God's sake, Matty, we're due on set in ten minutes, don't you dare leave me a hickey to cover up right now."
Her words were serious, but her eyes were sparkling with that glint he loved, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved upwards in a little smile, as if she was trying to restrain herself from giving up.
He pondered his options quickly, his hands still tangled in her hair. Hickeys were messy to cover up, and she hated the amused look on the make-up ladies' faces whenever she showed up sporting one or more; they were indeed needed on set in a very short time; they were in her trailer, in the middle of a very busy work day, and were likely to be overheard by people passing by just outside the door.
He scanned her for a second, her chest still heaving a little from the flush of excitement, her hair soft and a bit ruffled, her cheeks pink and her eyes shiny. What the hell.
He got closer again, and kissed her deeply. "No hickeys, I promise."
He winked at her, and lifted her up by her hips, sitting her on the table in the middle of the room. With a peck on the tip of her nose and a devilish grin, he grabbed her legs, and knelt down in front of her, placing her calves on his shoulders.
"My love asks for no hickeys... you have my word. No hickeys..." He opened her legs a little, and laid a kiss on her inner thigh, feeling her tremble with anticipation. He smirked a little, and slipped her underwear all the way off, his first instinct was to rip it open but she was already changed for the scene, and so he behaved as much as he could, and then placed her legs back to where they belonged, and dipped his face in her center, his right hand gently opening her folds, already swollen and wet for him.
He heard her take a deep breath in the same moment his tongue traced her slit, the tip teasing her nub with soft touches and light nudges until he heard her let go of a frustrated sigh.
They didn't have as much time as he would have liked, and so he firmly attached his lips to her flesh, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, bringing her even closer, as he marveled at the taste and scent of her, always enough to drive him out of his mind.
He gently nipped at her clit with his teeth, and felt her trembling, her heels digging in his shoulder blades, and then his right hand moved in between her legs, and two of his fingers entered her. By experience, he knew exactly what to do to make her come hard, and feeling her shake all around him was all he could ever imagine desiring.
He licked her folds all over, and then sucked firmly on her center as his fingers explored her, until they finally found that one spot that made her lose her mind. Her moans were acting as a guiding light to him, and he hit the very same place over and over again, until her legs shook over his shoulders, and one of her hands reached down to grab his curls, as she often did in the heat of passion.
He heard a strangled call of his name, as she tried to hold in her usually loud self in order not to give them away, and he kept on kissing and licking until he felt the clasp of her thighs and feet loosen up on him. Only then he allowed himself to turn his head, kiss her soft skin a few times before pulling away and emerging from under the yellow garment, a huge grin gracing his features.
"Hey, you."
She was panting, a hand on her chest, her head thrown back. "Oh, my God." She lifted her head, looked at him and burst into laughter, her breathing still heavy. "Oh, my God. You. Are going. To kill me. One of these days."
He widened his eyes. "Well then I should really stop doing this, since I wanna keep you alive and healthy for a long, long time." He grinned, and got closer, as she cupped his cheeks in her hands.
"Don't you dare." She pulled him closer, and kissed him hungrily. "Never stop doing this."
"Hmmm, I like it when you're happy..."
She grinned. "So happy."
He retrieved her panties from under the table and handed them to her, but she just threw her arms around him, and held him flush to her body for a long moment, her face nestled in the crook of his neck, his fingers gently massaging the back of her head, his lips grazing her hair lightly.
She circled his hips with her long legs, and raised her head in surprise when she came in contact with his middle, his erection restrained by the sweatpants he was wearing for the scene, but nonetheless hard and strong against her.
She looked at him sideways for a second, and then reached down to grab him through the cotton barrier, her right hand running gently along his length. His eyes fluttered closed and he mumbled an incoherent sound, but before she could take things too far, a loud knock on the door startled them both back to reality.
He groaned audibly as she released her grip, and rested his forehead on hers, pouting. "Not fair..."
She restrained from giggling, and kissed his nose. "I know, sweetie. But the scene should be quick, and then we're both free for a little while longer..." She laid her lips on his, and winked. "You won't be disappointed."
He stared at her for a long moment, and then sighed deeply, and pulled back. "Okay. Work's calling. Let's go."
-----
"The man had angioplasty! She's telling lies! She's playing dirty and she's getting away with it!"
"Breathe deep, breathe deep, breathe deep..." Her gaze fell for a moment to his crotch, and she blushed.
His pants were markedly tented- he had tried to switch to jeans, but had been denied the wardrobe change, and so he had gritted his teeth, trying with all his might to focus on anything other than the rush of blood converging all in one spot.
They shot the scene five times, plus two additional when they had to stop right in the middle and reshoot, either of them increasingly distracted by the other's presence, and finally, after a short time, that to Matt seemed painfully long to endure, were free to go.
As they made their way out of the soundstage, not even daring to hold hands for fear of jumping all over each other in public, they were stopped by Jane, who was getting ready for a scene.
"Hey guys, how's it going? Wanna grab some coffee? I'm not due for another half hour."
They exchanged a long, knowing look, and then Jayma scratched her throat. "Hey Jane! I am so sorry, but I promised Matt I'd show him something... another time? We can catch up for lunch if you want."
Jane looked at them slightly confused, but then decided it better not to push with questions, and waved them goodbye.
He breathed in her ear. "What are you supposed to show me, again?"
She smirked at him, and kissed his cheek, as they headed to her trailer. "Stars."
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: This is so silly I'm almost ashamed to be posting it. But here you go. Enjoy. ;)
She giggled as he attached his lips to her neck.
"Matty!" She playfully tried to catch his wandering hands, but he dodged her attempt, and allowed his right hand to land on her left hip, his fingers firmly clasping her side to bring her closer.
He pulled away for a second, a mischevious look in his eyes, as he jokingly shook his head at her, and then both his hands moved up to cup her cheeks, his fingers running through her red curls. "My baby..."
He leaned closer for a kiss, but then rested his forehead on hers for a long moment, eyes staring into each other, and then he captured her lips with his own, a sweet kiss, as he tasted, and felt, and breathed her in, but the more she responded to him, the more he lost control, and before he knew it he was biting and sucking and licking anywhere he could reach, his hands roaming under her yellow nightgown, and for a moment she lost all inhibitions, and gasped and moaned in rhythm with his movements, but then she regained lucidity in a flash, and stopped him gently.
"Matt... baby." She took his face in her hands, disconnecting his lips from her neck. "For God's sake, Matty, we're due on set in ten minutes, don't you dare leave me a hickey to cover up right now."
Her words were serious, but her eyes were sparkling with that glint he loved, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved upwards in a little smile, as if she was trying to restrain herself from giving up.
He pondered his options quickly, his hands still tangled in her hair. Hickeys were messy to cover up, and she hated the amused look on the make-up ladies' faces whenever she showed up sporting one or more; they were indeed needed on set in a very short time; they were in her trailer, in the middle of a very busy work day, and were likely to be overheard by people passing by just outside the door.
He scanned her for a second, her chest still heaving a little from the flush of excitement, her hair soft and a bit ruffled, her cheeks pink and her eyes shiny. What the hell.
He got closer again, and kissed her deeply. "No hickeys, I promise."
He winked at her, and lifted her up by her hips, sitting her on the table in the middle of the room. With a peck on the tip of her nose and a devilish grin, he grabbed her legs, and knelt down in front of her, placing her calves on his shoulders.
"My love asks for no hickeys... you have my word. No hickeys..." He opened her legs a little, and laid a kiss on her inner thigh, feeling her tremble with anticipation. He smirked a little, and slipped her underwear all the way off, his first instinct was to rip it open but she was already changed for the scene, and so he behaved as much as he could, and then placed her legs back to where they belonged, and dipped his face in her center, his right hand gently opening her folds, already swollen and wet for him.
He heard her take a deep breath in the same moment his tongue traced her slit, the tip teasing her nub with soft touches and light nudges until he heard her let go of a frustrated sigh.
They didn't have as much time as he would have liked, and so he firmly attached his lips to her flesh, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, bringing her even closer, as he marveled at the taste and scent of her, always enough to drive him out of his mind.
He gently nipped at her clit with his teeth, and felt her trembling, her heels digging in his shoulder blades, and then his right hand moved in between her legs, and two of his fingers entered her. By experience, he knew exactly what to do to make her come hard, and feeling her shake all around him was all he could ever imagine desiring.
He licked her folds all over, and then sucked firmly on her center as his fingers explored her, until they finally found that one spot that made her lose her mind. Her moans were acting as a guiding light to him, and he hit the very same place over and over again, until her legs shook over his shoulders, and one of her hands reached down to grab his curls, as she often did in the heat of passion.
He heard a strangled call of his name, as she tried to hold in her usually loud self in order not to give them away, and he kept on kissing and licking until he felt the clasp of her thighs and feet loosen up on him. Only then he allowed himself to turn his head, kiss her soft skin a few times before pulling away and emerging from under the yellow garment, a huge grin gracing his features.
"Hey, you."
She was panting, a hand on her chest, her head thrown back. "Oh, my God." She lifted her head, looked at him and burst into laughter, her breathing still heavy. "Oh, my God. You. Are going. To kill me. One of these days."
He widened his eyes. "Well then I should really stop doing this, since I wanna keep you alive and healthy for a long, long time." He grinned, and got closer, as she cupped his cheeks in her hands.
"Don't you dare." She pulled him closer, and kissed him hungrily. "Never stop doing this."
"Hmmm, I like it when you're happy..."
She grinned. "So happy."
He retrieved her panties from under the table and handed them to her, but she just threw her arms around him, and held him flush to her body for a long moment, her face nestled in the crook of his neck, his fingers gently massaging the back of her head, his lips grazing her hair lightly.
She circled his hips with her long legs, and raised her head in surprise when she came in contact with his middle, his erection restrained by the sweatpants he was wearing for the scene, but nonetheless hard and strong against her.
She looked at him sideways for a second, and then reached down to grab him through the cotton barrier, her right hand running gently along his length. His eyes fluttered closed and he mumbled an incoherent sound, but before she could take things too far, a loud knock on the door startled them both back to reality.
He groaned audibly as she released her grip, and rested his forehead on hers, pouting. "Not fair..."
She restrained from giggling, and kissed his nose. "I know, sweetie. But the scene should be quick, and then we're both free for a little while longer..." She laid her lips on his, and winked. "You won't be disappointed."
He stared at her for a long moment, and then sighed deeply, and pulled back. "Okay. Work's calling. Let's go."
-----
"The man had angioplasty! She's telling lies! She's playing dirty and she's getting away with it!"
"Breathe deep, breathe deep, breathe deep..." Her gaze fell for a moment to his crotch, and she blushed.
His pants were markedly tented- he had tried to switch to jeans, but had been denied the wardrobe change, and so he had gritted his teeth, trying with all his might to focus on anything other than the rush of blood converging all in one spot.
They shot the scene five times, plus two additional when they had to stop right in the middle and reshoot, either of them increasingly distracted by the other's presence, and finally, after a short time, that to Matt seemed painfully long to endure, were free to go.
As they made their way out of the soundstage, not even daring to hold hands for fear of jumping all over each other in public, they were stopped by Jane, who was getting ready for a scene.
"Hey guys, how's it going? Wanna grab some coffee? I'm not due for another half hour."
They exchanged a long, knowing look, and then Jayma scratched her throat. "Hey Jane! I am so sorry, but I promised Matt I'd show him something... another time? We can catch up for lunch if you want."
Jane looked at them slightly confused, but then decided it better not to push with questions, and waved them goodbye.
He breathed in her ear. "What are you supposed to show me, again?"
She smirked at him, and kissed his cheek, as they headed to her trailer. "Stars."