FIC: With Our Names On It
Fic! Impromptly written for the "Plus One Ficathon" .
Title: With Our names On It
Author: LadyRiona
Rating: M, definitely
Summary: AU. It's the Roaring '20s. John Smith is at a local dive, enjoying the night, when he sees her, all legs and red, red lips.
Also, Happy birthday to spooky_knight!
The bar was full, hazy from cigarette smoke and buzzing with chatter. Bits and pieces of conversation meshed together, forming a cacophony of voices. The clink of glass could be heard behind the counter as the bartender poured shots and mixed drinks. There was a band playing, the brass pulling all the sound together in the room.
That was when I saw her. She had just walked down the stairs into the bar, fingers trailing on the rail like a lover’s skin. Her blonde hair was styled in the usual way that all the girls did these days, short and combed into perfect waves. Her lips were painted a deep red, parted slightly as she surveyed the room, taking in her surroundings. Her dress was short, shorter than most dames’ in the room and that’s when I knew.
This girl was fast, and she was going to be mine tonight.
I waited until she reached the bar, sitting prim and proper. Her hands moved deftly as she pulled a cigarette case out of her handbag. This was my moment. Quickly, I crossed the few feet of distance, pulling out my book of matches as I did. She had just brought the cigarette up to her lips when I was at her side, brandishing an unlit match.
“Need a light?” I asked, moving to ignite the matchstick.
She turned to look at me, eyes sweeping me up and down. A small smile crept onto her red lips and she nodded. Returning her smile, I obliged then shook out the match when she pulled the cigarette away from her lips.
“Thanks,” she replied, expelling a smooth stream of smoke. Tendrils swept around her hand as the paper and tobacco continued to burn.
“Don’t mention it,” I replied, putting away my matches. “Haven’t seen you around here before; you new in town?” I helped myself to the seat beside her, leaning in close. She smelled like cinnamon.
The dame nodded her head. “You could say that.” She gestured to the bartender and a water appeared at her elbow.
“Let me buy you a drink.” I took a chance and leaned even closer. “Fancy lady like you probably likes a cocktail?”
The woman shook her head gently. “Alcohol is bad for my legs,” she commented, sipping her water. Lipstick stuck to the glass as she pulled it away from her lips.
This response puzzled me. I waited a moment until she’d set her glass back on the counter. “Do they swell?” I asked, glancing down at her legs for emphasis.
She looked up at me, hazel eyes twinkling in the dim light. “No, they spread.” A matter-of-fact smirk twisted her lips.
I was momentarily taken aback by her answer. Then a mischievous smile crept over my face and I flashed my teeth at her. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I leaned in closer once more, still grinning.
The woman slid down from her stool, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette. “Not this early. Dance with me.” She didn’t so much ask as pull me off the barstool and after her amidst other dancing couples. The band had just finished a faster song, segueing into a slow tempoed one.
We danced for what felt like hours, but really could have been only a few songs. As we walked back to the bar, her hand in mine, I watched the sway of her hips, marveling at just how well they could move to the tunes. I wouldn’t be forgetting that anytime soon.
“How about that drink?” the woman asked as she perched back up on the barstool, lips pursed expectantly.
This was what I’d been waiting for all night. I leaned in close, my lips near her ear, and hoped this worked. “I have a bottle of brandy with our names on it just around the corner.” I paused, waited for only a moment; then, “Come back to mine?”
She was quiet, didn’t move. Seconds dragged on for a short eternity before she leaned back and smirked. “Lead the way.”
-----
When she had said alcohol made her legs spread, she hadn’t been kidding. We’d made it halfway through the bottle, talking and giggling before she’d leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were warm and pliant against mine, moving in what could only be described as a well practiced kiss. It wasn’t long before we made it to my room and her dress somehow made its way to the floor, hiding under my pinstriped suit.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as my tongue worked against her pearl, circling and flicking back and forth. “Just like that!”
Never one to deny a woman what she wanted, I kept at it. I licked up her slit with the flat of my tongue, nose buried in her sparse curls. My lips suckled at her folds, pulling them into my mouth as she keened in pleasure.
“Oh, I’m...” she gasped as my tongue swirled around her clit. I hummed against her in approval and that seemed to send her over her edge as she cried out again, legs quivering on either side of my face.
I reached down between my legs, palming myself to take the edge off for the moment. Her gasps were music to my ears as I used my other hand to lightly rub against her center, easing her down from her orgasm. When her breathing had evened out somewhat, I kissed my way up her body, lips lingering in any place that made her squirm or whine. Finding out what a girl liked was not for amateurs.
By the time I made it up to her lips, she was already ready to go again. A sly smile was on her lips as she reached between us, fingers curling around my erection. I sucked in a breath, body going rigid under her touch. Hers were skilled fingers; clearly she knew what men liked.
“Condom?” she asked after she’d stroked my cock for a few more moments, ensuring I was ready and raring to go.
I nodded, swallowing heavily. “Nightstand, in the drawer,” I answered, voice shaking only slightly.
I rolled off of her then encircled my cock again, lightly stroking as she dug around for a few moments. I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like with this woman. I didn’t often bring dames home the first night - especially not if I didn’t even know their names - but there was just something about her that had called out to me. Clearly she’d felt it too, if our current situation meant anything.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to see her long fingers caressing my cock before rolling the condom on. The sight of her red tipped nails around my erection made me even harder. I watched, completely enraptured as she climbed over me, straddling my hips. She brought one finger to her lips, the color now smeared; the tip disappeared into my mouth. The sight was sexy as hell.
As she lowered herself onto my cock, I groaned as her heat surrounded me. She moved slowly, almost too slowly, until she was fully seated on me. We both moaned lowly as she began to undulate her hips back and forth. I reached forward, gripping her thighs and guiding her movements as she rode me.
She was quick to come again, crying out as she did. Her quivering almost pulled me over the edge with her, but I wasn’t done with her yet. A gentleman should show a lady a good time, but a man showed a woman an even greater one.
Before she even had time to come down from the feeling, I shifted us, flipping so I pressed her into the mattress. She looked up at me, eyes twinkling naughtily. I thrust forward roughly and she gasped, fingers instantly digging into my shoulders as I set a punishing rhythm. I pushed up on my elbows, watching as her breasts bounced with each thrust. My eyes eventually traveled up to her face.
Red lips were parted, occasionally being worried with white teeth. Eyelids were heavy over hazel orbs. Pink tinged her cheeks, flushing down her neck and chest. She looked absolutely wrecked and it was positively sexy.
This woman had a mouth on her in bed. Between gasps and cries, expletives and general naughtiness exuded from her lips; I’d never been more turned on by hearing a woman talk.
“I’m gonna come,” I ground out as my pace began to falter slightly. I could feel the tension, already built up and ready to blow.
Carefully, I reached a hand between us, searching out her clit, rubbing it when I found it. Once more, she came with a cry, louder than before. This time, the quivering of her walls brought me with her. I gasped as I came, harder than I had in a long time. Stars shot in front of my eyes and I thought maybe she’d hit me in the head with something until my vision cleared.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her for a few moments before rolling off to one side. We both groaned at the loss of connection; I was already missing the feel of her around me. Quickly, I disposed of the used condom then pulled her close, tucking her head under my chin.
We lay there in silence together, listening to the sound of the street outside as cars drove by and people chattered on their way home. I don’t know how much time passed before she finally moved, tilting her head back to look up at me.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation: asking each other’s names after probably the most mind-blowing sex I’d had in years. “John Smith,” I answered, stroking her back with one hand. She shivered under my touch. “What’s yours?”
She tucked her head under my chin again; I kissed her hair tenderly. Her fingers played in the sprinkling of hair on my chest, nails lightly grazing my skin. “Rose. My name is Rose Tyler.”
Title: With Our names On It
Author: LadyRiona
Rating: M, definitely
Summary: AU. It's the Roaring '20s. John Smith is at a local dive, enjoying the night, when he sees her, all legs and red, red lips.
Also, Happy birthday to spooky_knight!
The bar was full, hazy from cigarette smoke and buzzing with chatter. Bits and pieces of conversation meshed together, forming a cacophony of voices. The clink of glass could be heard behind the counter as the bartender poured shots and mixed drinks. There was a band playing, the brass pulling all the sound together in the room.
That was when I saw her. She had just walked down the stairs into the bar, fingers trailing on the rail like a lover’s skin. Her blonde hair was styled in the usual way that all the girls did these days, short and combed into perfect waves. Her lips were painted a deep red, parted slightly as she surveyed the room, taking in her surroundings. Her dress was short, shorter than most dames’ in the room and that’s when I knew.
This girl was fast, and she was going to be mine tonight.
I waited until she reached the bar, sitting prim and proper. Her hands moved deftly as she pulled a cigarette case out of her handbag. This was my moment. Quickly, I crossed the few feet of distance, pulling out my book of matches as I did. She had just brought the cigarette up to her lips when I was at her side, brandishing an unlit match.
“Need a light?” I asked, moving to ignite the matchstick.
She turned to look at me, eyes sweeping me up and down. A small smile crept onto her red lips and she nodded. Returning her smile, I obliged then shook out the match when she pulled the cigarette away from her lips.
“Thanks,” she replied, expelling a smooth stream of smoke. Tendrils swept around her hand as the paper and tobacco continued to burn.
“Don’t mention it,” I replied, putting away my matches. “Haven’t seen you around here before; you new in town?” I helped myself to the seat beside her, leaning in close. She smelled like cinnamon.
The dame nodded her head. “You could say that.” She gestured to the bartender and a water appeared at her elbow.
“Let me buy you a drink.” I took a chance and leaned even closer. “Fancy lady like you probably likes a cocktail?”
The woman shook her head gently. “Alcohol is bad for my legs,” she commented, sipping her water. Lipstick stuck to the glass as she pulled it away from her lips.
This response puzzled me. I waited a moment until she’d set her glass back on the counter. “Do they swell?” I asked, glancing down at her legs for emphasis.
She looked up at me, hazel eyes twinkling in the dim light. “No, they spread.” A matter-of-fact smirk twisted her lips.
I was momentarily taken aback by her answer. Then a mischievous smile crept over my face and I flashed my teeth at her. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I leaned in closer once more, still grinning.
The woman slid down from her stool, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette. “Not this early. Dance with me.” She didn’t so much ask as pull me off the barstool and after her amidst other dancing couples. The band had just finished a faster song, segueing into a slow tempoed one.
We danced for what felt like hours, but really could have been only a few songs. As we walked back to the bar, her hand in mine, I watched the sway of her hips, marveling at just how well they could move to the tunes. I wouldn’t be forgetting that anytime soon.
“How about that drink?” the woman asked as she perched back up on the barstool, lips pursed expectantly.
This was what I’d been waiting for all night. I leaned in close, my lips near her ear, and hoped this worked. “I have a bottle of brandy with our names on it just around the corner.” I paused, waited for only a moment; then, “Come back to mine?”
She was quiet, didn’t move. Seconds dragged on for a short eternity before she leaned back and smirked. “Lead the way.”
-----
When she had said alcohol made her legs spread, she hadn’t been kidding. We’d made it halfway through the bottle, talking and giggling before she’d leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were warm and pliant against mine, moving in what could only be described as a well practiced kiss. It wasn’t long before we made it to my room and her dress somehow made its way to the floor, hiding under my pinstriped suit.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as my tongue worked against her pearl, circling and flicking back and forth. “Just like that!”
Never one to deny a woman what she wanted, I kept at it. I licked up her slit with the flat of my tongue, nose buried in her sparse curls. My lips suckled at her folds, pulling them into my mouth as she keened in pleasure.
“Oh, I’m...” she gasped as my tongue swirled around her clit. I hummed against her in approval and that seemed to send her over her edge as she cried out again, legs quivering on either side of my face.
I reached down between my legs, palming myself to take the edge off for the moment. Her gasps were music to my ears as I used my other hand to lightly rub against her center, easing her down from her orgasm. When her breathing had evened out somewhat, I kissed my way up her body, lips lingering in any place that made her squirm or whine. Finding out what a girl liked was not for amateurs.
By the time I made it up to her lips, she was already ready to go again. A sly smile was on her lips as she reached between us, fingers curling around my erection. I sucked in a breath, body going rigid under her touch. Hers were skilled fingers; clearly she knew what men liked.
“Condom?” she asked after she’d stroked my cock for a few more moments, ensuring I was ready and raring to go.
I nodded, swallowing heavily. “Nightstand, in the drawer,” I answered, voice shaking only slightly.
I rolled off of her then encircled my cock again, lightly stroking as she dug around for a few moments. I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like with this woman. I didn’t often bring dames home the first night - especially not if I didn’t even know their names - but there was just something about her that had called out to me. Clearly she’d felt it too, if our current situation meant anything.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to see her long fingers caressing my cock before rolling the condom on. The sight of her red tipped nails around my erection made me even harder. I watched, completely enraptured as she climbed over me, straddling my hips. She brought one finger to her lips, the color now smeared; the tip disappeared into my mouth. The sight was sexy as hell.
As she lowered herself onto my cock, I groaned as her heat surrounded me. She moved slowly, almost too slowly, until she was fully seated on me. We both moaned lowly as she began to undulate her hips back and forth. I reached forward, gripping her thighs and guiding her movements as she rode me.
She was quick to come again, crying out as she did. Her quivering almost pulled me over the edge with her, but I wasn’t done with her yet. A gentleman should show a lady a good time, but a man showed a woman an even greater one.
Before she even had time to come down from the feeling, I shifted us, flipping so I pressed her into the mattress. She looked up at me, eyes twinkling naughtily. I thrust forward roughly and she gasped, fingers instantly digging into my shoulders as I set a punishing rhythm. I pushed up on my elbows, watching as her breasts bounced with each thrust. My eyes eventually traveled up to her face.
Red lips were parted, occasionally being worried with white teeth. Eyelids were heavy over hazel orbs. Pink tinged her cheeks, flushing down her neck and chest. She looked absolutely wrecked and it was positively sexy.
This woman had a mouth on her in bed. Between gasps and cries, expletives and general naughtiness exuded from her lips; I’d never been more turned on by hearing a woman talk.
“I’m gonna come,” I ground out as my pace began to falter slightly. I could feel the tension, already built up and ready to blow.
Carefully, I reached a hand between us, searching out her clit, rubbing it when I found it. Once more, she came with a cry, louder than before. This time, the quivering of her walls brought me with her. I gasped as I came, harder than I had in a long time. Stars shot in front of my eyes and I thought maybe she’d hit me in the head with something until my vision cleared.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her for a few moments before rolling off to one side. We both groaned at the loss of connection; I was already missing the feel of her around me. Quickly, I disposed of the used condom then pulled her close, tucking her head under my chin.
We lay there in silence together, listening to the sound of the street outside as cars drove by and people chattered on their way home. I don’t know how much time passed before she finally moved, tilting her head back to look up at me.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation: asking each other’s names after probably the most mind-blowing sex I’d had in years. “John Smith,” I answered, stroking her back with one hand. She shivered under my touch. “What’s yours?”
She tucked her head under my chin again; I kissed her hair tenderly. Her fingers played in the sprinkling of hair on my chest, nails lightly grazing my skin. “Rose. My name is Rose Tyler.”