Drinking Apple Wine on Skyline Drive: Part III
Title: Drinking Apple Wine on Skyline Drive
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree and Rex Van deKamp
Chapter: Part III
Rating: N17
Warning: More corny endings! :/
Disclaimer: Bree Mason and Rex Van deKamp finally enjoy some time together.
* * *
Out of respect for Bree, Rex Van deKamp had kept a polite distance since the night he’d found her wandering the streets and though he’d thought of her often, Ty Grant was still hanging around glaring at Rex as he tried to talk to Bree at her locker. Tonight, Rex was preparing for the speech he’d be making at the Republican meeting the next day, going over his notes and setting out his outfit for the next day. He’s always found politics fascinating and it had become one of his passions.
Much to his surprise, the next day Bree Mason stepped up after his address to compliment him on the eloquence of his lecture. Looking down at the redhead, Rex was in awe of how many facets there were to Bree. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been dirty and vulnerable. Now, she seemed in total control with every hair in place and collared shirt ironed perfectly. Shaking his head, Rex took a chance and invited her for dinner.
“I’d love to.” Bree smiled beguilingly, glancing over her shoulder to glare at Ty as he looked on. Turning, she linked arms with Rex and headed to his car.
Rex took her to a nearby diner, making the excuse that they had the best burgers in town. They both ordered one. Bree licked mustard from between her fingers and laughed as a blob of ketchup inevitably found its way to the front of Rex’s blazer. Reaching between the milkshakes and mountain of fries, she dabbed at the stain with a napkin and cursed the day she’d begun ignoring her mother when she told her the finer details of housekeeping.
They talked for hours, joking about the milkshake headrushes and bloated french fry tummies they were getting. Finally, the kitchen stopped serving food and they ordered cup after horrible-tasting cup of diner coffee until Bree’s yawning signaled that it was time to go home.
At the entrance to her dorm, Bree turned to Rex and smiled. “I’ve had a lovely evening, Rex. Thank you.” Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he stroked hers.
“Can I see you again?” Rex pulled away breathlessly to hold her gaze, watching the uncertainty flicker there for a moment before her resolved steeled against any doubts she might have had and she nodded.
“Call me sometime.” With a smile, Bree pulled a pen from her purse, grabbed Rex’s hand and wrote her number on his palm with a flourish. Then she opened the door and with a wave, headed down the path. Rex grinned down at his palm, already memorizing the digits inked on his flesh as if they had been tattooed on his heart. With a triumphant whoop, he watched until Bree was safely inside and then drove away.
Bree let out a loud sigh as she walked back towards her room, leaning against the doorframe she closed her eyes and pictured Rex. Her mouth formed the words that whispered dreamily from her lips; “Bree Van deKamp.”
* * *
The fridge light tossed Bree’s silhouette against the kitchen counters; she stood there indecisively in nothing but a tank top and undies. Grabbing the milk carton, she opened the spout and poured the icy liquid into her mouth as she eyed the midnight snack possibilities.
“Well, you don’t say….!” Rex interrupted her mid-gulp and she choked on the milk, her eyes wide. “I would never have pegged you for the drinking-out-of-the-carton type, Bree Mason.” Rex looked amused as he leaned against the doorframe in his boxers.
Much to Bree’s parents’ chagrin, Bree had started formally dating Rex Van deKamp a month after the night at the diner. Now, it was several months later, they had moved in together and were nearing graduation. Bree was desperately hoping the end of college would mean the beginning of their life together but Rex had yet to ask for her had in marriage. Every time Bree went home, her parents argued that Ty Grant had been a much better choice and why had she ended things with that boy? Bree would never tell them what had happened between Ty and herself; she hadn’t even told Rex, so she just rolled her eyes and told them Rex was her man.
Bree giggled and put the carton back in the fridge, closing the door with her hip as she wiped milk from her mouth with the back of her hand and walked into the circle of Rex’s arms. “Oh, there’s a lot about me you never would have pegged.” Leaning up, she pressed her mouth against his and as their tongues danced hurriedly, her hand slid down his boxers.
A bit breathless as Bree teased him, Rex murmured against her mouth, “So what you’re telling me is we don’t have any food in the fridge?” Bree growled and slapped her hand against Rex’s chest.
“You’re always thinking with your stomach!” Pulling away, she wiggled her hips back towards the bedroom. Her fingers curled around the bottom of her tank top and she pulled it off, tossing it over her shoulder at him. “Am I not a good enough midnight snack?” Arching her brow, Bree’s hands caressed her flanks and hooked into her boy shorts, yanking them down as she bent over and stepped out of them. Her hair flew in a tangled crimson mass around her face as she tossed it aside and turned to face Rex.
With a groan, Rex’s eyes traveled the length of Bree’s languid form. Every inch of her begging to be touched, licked, bitten. It took all of his self-control to stay against that wall and see where she would take him. He watched as her eyes narrowed and she stalked back towards him.
“I don’t think you’ve ever complained…” Her voice lowered to a sultry honeyed tease as she grabbed his hand and thrust it between her legs, he felt his cock twitch at the warm liquid silk he found there. “…about how I’ve tasted before.” With those words, she brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked her juices from them.
Her lewd behaviour had his boxers pooled around his feet in a matter of seconds as Rex grabbed her around the waist with a growl. Bree squealed triumphantly as he shoved her up onto the counter and guided his stiff cock into her. The coffee pot handle was jabbing into the small of her back and the height of the counter forced her neck at an awkward angle but Bree Mason ignored all of those factors as she stared into Rex’s impassioned gaze and curled her legs tightly around him.
Rex thrust himself violently into Bree, encouraged by her gyrating hips and the deep feral moans that broke loose between her lips. Then, taking her by surprise, Rex hoisted her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen table where he laid her down on top of the newspapers and tax receipts. Reaching up, over her head, he held onto the edge of the table and used it as leverage to pull himself deeper into her. Bree gasped and cried out loudly, her eyes screwed shut as she was torridly fucked on her grandmother’s antique oak wood table. Her nails dug into Rex’s shoulders as her heels found purchase on the wood and she fucked back, riding Rex for all he was worth.
Her orgasm caught her off guard, she bucked wildly to catch up to it and her flailing arm crashed a coffee cup to the ground; Bree Mason barely blinked an eye as a dark brown stain grew cold amongst shards of porcelain on the linoleum floor. Spent, Rex scooped Bree up into his arms and as she giggled with a bit of a protest, he carried her over the threshold of their bedroom. Leaning her head against his still heaving chest, Bree closed her eyes, feeling loved and protected for the first time in her life.
....To Be Continued...
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Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Bree and Rex Van deKamp
Chapter: Part III
Rating: N17
Warning: More corny endings! :/
Disclaimer: Bree Mason and Rex Van deKamp finally enjoy some time together.
* * *
Out of respect for Bree, Rex Van deKamp had kept a polite distance since the night he’d found her wandering the streets and though he’d thought of her often, Ty Grant was still hanging around glaring at Rex as he tried to talk to Bree at her locker. Tonight, Rex was preparing for the speech he’d be making at the Republican meeting the next day, going over his notes and setting out his outfit for the next day. He’s always found politics fascinating and it had become one of his passions.
Much to his surprise, the next day Bree Mason stepped up after his address to compliment him on the eloquence of his lecture. Looking down at the redhead, Rex was in awe of how many facets there were to Bree. The last time he’d seen her, she’d been dirty and vulnerable. Now, she seemed in total control with every hair in place and collared shirt ironed perfectly. Shaking his head, Rex took a chance and invited her for dinner.
“I’d love to.” Bree smiled beguilingly, glancing over her shoulder to glare at Ty as he looked on. Turning, she linked arms with Rex and headed to his car.
Rex took her to a nearby diner, making the excuse that they had the best burgers in town. They both ordered one. Bree licked mustard from between her fingers and laughed as a blob of ketchup inevitably found its way to the front of Rex’s blazer. Reaching between the milkshakes and mountain of fries, she dabbed at the stain with a napkin and cursed the day she’d begun ignoring her mother when she told her the finer details of housekeeping.
They talked for hours, joking about the milkshake headrushes and bloated french fry tummies they were getting. Finally, the kitchen stopped serving food and they ordered cup after horrible-tasting cup of diner coffee until Bree’s yawning signaled that it was time to go home.
At the entrance to her dorm, Bree turned to Rex and smiled. “I’ve had a lovely evening, Rex. Thank you.” Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he stroked hers.
“Can I see you again?” Rex pulled away breathlessly to hold her gaze, watching the uncertainty flicker there for a moment before her resolved steeled against any doubts she might have had and she nodded.
“Call me sometime.” With a smile, Bree pulled a pen from her purse, grabbed Rex’s hand and wrote her number on his palm with a flourish. Then she opened the door and with a wave, headed down the path. Rex grinned down at his palm, already memorizing the digits inked on his flesh as if they had been tattooed on his heart. With a triumphant whoop, he watched until Bree was safely inside and then drove away.
Bree let out a loud sigh as she walked back towards her room, leaning against the doorframe she closed her eyes and pictured Rex. Her mouth formed the words that whispered dreamily from her lips; “Bree Van deKamp.”
* * *
The fridge light tossed Bree’s silhouette against the kitchen counters; she stood there indecisively in nothing but a tank top and undies. Grabbing the milk carton, she opened the spout and poured the icy liquid into her mouth as she eyed the midnight snack possibilities.
“Well, you don’t say….!” Rex interrupted her mid-gulp and she choked on the milk, her eyes wide. “I would never have pegged you for the drinking-out-of-the-carton type, Bree Mason.” Rex looked amused as he leaned against the doorframe in his boxers.
Much to Bree’s parents’ chagrin, Bree had started formally dating Rex Van deKamp a month after the night at the diner. Now, it was several months later, they had moved in together and were nearing graduation. Bree was desperately hoping the end of college would mean the beginning of their life together but Rex had yet to ask for her had in marriage. Every time Bree went home, her parents argued that Ty Grant had been a much better choice and why had she ended things with that boy? Bree would never tell them what had happened between Ty and herself; she hadn’t even told Rex, so she just rolled her eyes and told them Rex was her man.
Bree giggled and put the carton back in the fridge, closing the door with her hip as she wiped milk from her mouth with the back of her hand and walked into the circle of Rex’s arms. “Oh, there’s a lot about me you never would have pegged.” Leaning up, she pressed her mouth against his and as their tongues danced hurriedly, her hand slid down his boxers.
A bit breathless as Bree teased him, Rex murmured against her mouth, “So what you’re telling me is we don’t have any food in the fridge?” Bree growled and slapped her hand against Rex’s chest.
“You’re always thinking with your stomach!” Pulling away, she wiggled her hips back towards the bedroom. Her fingers curled around the bottom of her tank top and she pulled it off, tossing it over her shoulder at him. “Am I not a good enough midnight snack?” Arching her brow, Bree’s hands caressed her flanks and hooked into her boy shorts, yanking them down as she bent over and stepped out of them. Her hair flew in a tangled crimson mass around her face as she tossed it aside and turned to face Rex.
With a groan, Rex’s eyes traveled the length of Bree’s languid form. Every inch of her begging to be touched, licked, bitten. It took all of his self-control to stay against that wall and see where she would take him. He watched as her eyes narrowed and she stalked back towards him.
“I don’t think you’ve ever complained…” Her voice lowered to a sultry honeyed tease as she grabbed his hand and thrust it between her legs, he felt his cock twitch at the warm liquid silk he found there. “…about how I’ve tasted before.” With those words, she brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked her juices from them.
Her lewd behaviour had his boxers pooled around his feet in a matter of seconds as Rex grabbed her around the waist with a growl. Bree squealed triumphantly as he shoved her up onto the counter and guided his stiff cock into her. The coffee pot handle was jabbing into the small of her back and the height of the counter forced her neck at an awkward angle but Bree Mason ignored all of those factors as she stared into Rex’s impassioned gaze and curled her legs tightly around him.
Rex thrust himself violently into Bree, encouraged by her gyrating hips and the deep feral moans that broke loose between her lips. Then, taking her by surprise, Rex hoisted her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen table where he laid her down on top of the newspapers and tax receipts. Reaching up, over her head, he held onto the edge of the table and used it as leverage to pull himself deeper into her. Bree gasped and cried out loudly, her eyes screwed shut as she was torridly fucked on her grandmother’s antique oak wood table. Her nails dug into Rex’s shoulders as her heels found purchase on the wood and she fucked back, riding Rex for all he was worth.
Her orgasm caught her off guard, she bucked wildly to catch up to it and her flailing arm crashed a coffee cup to the ground; Bree Mason barely blinked an eye as a dark brown stain grew cold amongst shards of porcelain on the linoleum floor. Spent, Rex scooped Bree up into his arms and as she giggled with a bit of a protest, he carried her over the threshold of their bedroom. Leaning her head against his still heaving chest, Bree closed her eyes, feeling loved and protected for the first time in her life.
....To Be Continued...
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