Friday Night Lights Fic: this is love
Title: this is love
Rating: R
Category: Het
Characters/Pairings: Brian ‘Smash’ Williams/Waverly Grady
Warnings: Spoilers for 1x18 - Extended Families
Disclaimer: I wish upon a star that I owned this show.
Notes: I’ve wanted to write a R or NC-17 rated fic for this pairing since forever. I just love this pairing. Finally my muse got it together. *kisses muse* Follows For You I Still Care.
i wanna love you and treat you right
i wanna love you every day and every night
we'll be together with a roof right over our head
we'll share the shelter of my single bed
~ Is This Love by Bob Marley
She hadn’t given it up in high school.
Not even when her skin was slick and cool to the touch because of the water. When her mouth was hot against his and he could imagine that kind of heat surrounding his dick.
He tried. He’d heard the often repeated ‘preacher’s kids are the wildest ones.’ Though she’d never done anything like that before, he wasn’t about to let the moment pass.
He slid his hands down her body, palmed her ass and she, no protests whatsoever, wrapped her legs around him.
His cock was pressed in between their bodies. The slip slide of his belly, her belly against it felt so damn good. But it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t what he really wanted.
He settled for her hand - stronger and surer than expected - wrapped around him.
She’s about to give it up now and he can’t believe it.
Well, a part of him does because he’s above her, space enough between the two of them that he can look her in the eye.
She smiles up at him, eyes trusting and bright.
She doesn’t speak. He doesn’t think he could if he tried.
He’s glad this is the first time for them. This day, this time, this place. Not in some public pool, the backseat of his mama’s car or worse, her daddy’s couch. He’s glad he’s the man he is now and not the man he thought he was.
She reaches for him, one hand on his face and the other guiding him inside her.
It’s a steady, push push push until he’s buried to the hilt. He holds himself and tries to commit this moment to memory as if it’s not going to happen again. He knows that’s not true. He’s not letting her slip out of his life again.
Rating: R
Category: Het
Characters/Pairings: Brian ‘Smash’ Williams/Waverly Grady
Warnings: Spoilers for 1x18 - Extended Families
Disclaimer: I wish upon a star that I owned this show.
Notes: I’ve wanted to write a R or NC-17 rated fic for this pairing since forever. I just love this pairing. Finally my muse got it together. *kisses muse* Follows For You I Still Care.
i wanna love you and treat you right
i wanna love you every day and every night
we'll be together with a roof right over our head
we'll share the shelter of my single bed
~ Is This Love by Bob Marley
She hadn’t given it up in high school.
Not even when her skin was slick and cool to the touch because of the water. When her mouth was hot against his and he could imagine that kind of heat surrounding his dick.
He tried. He’d heard the often repeated ‘preacher’s kids are the wildest ones.’ Though she’d never done anything like that before, he wasn’t about to let the moment pass.
He slid his hands down her body, palmed her ass and she, no protests whatsoever, wrapped her legs around him.
His cock was pressed in between their bodies. The slip slide of his belly, her belly against it felt so damn good. But it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t what he really wanted.
He settled for her hand - stronger and surer than expected - wrapped around him.
She’s about to give it up now and he can’t believe it.
Well, a part of him does because he’s above her, space enough between the two of them that he can look her in the eye.
She smiles up at him, eyes trusting and bright.
She doesn’t speak. He doesn’t think he could if he tried.
He’s glad this is the first time for them. This day, this time, this place. Not in some public pool, the backseat of his mama’s car or worse, her daddy’s couch. He’s glad he’s the man he is now and not the man he thought he was.
She reaches for him, one hand on his face and the other guiding him inside her.
It’s a steady, push push push until he’s buried to the hilt. He holds himself and tries to commit this moment to memory as if it’s not going to happen again. He knows that’s not true. He’s not letting her slip out of his life again.