WRITING POST: Shop Talk, One-Shot:Ben 10 Fanfic; PG-13 [adult themes?]
Title: Shop Talk
Summary: Takes place shortly after Computer Games, a question's been on Gwen's mind.
Prompts: Gwen/Kevin requested by angelchan_2004, play
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Kevin
Genre: humor, romance
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Word Count: 588 words
Progress: Complete
The first night with my license, Kevin let me drive his car the whole night, considering the fuss he’d made about teaching me to drive I was just a little impressed. We dropped Ben off back at his house after we got smoothies and I drove us back to the garage, it was sort of a routine on the calmer nights. After parking, we both sat on the hood for a little.
“So Kevin…how do you treat a car like a woman?” My voice broke the silence of the garage, echoing just a little and he looked at me sharply, a slow grin pulling his lips upward. That lopsided grin that always made me want to grin too because it just made me want to kiss him. He shifted next to me and I looked sideways at him, an eyebrow raised. This ought to be good. I turned towards him on the warm hood of the car ever so slightly as he leaned close. Kevin’s hands rested on the top of the car, close to my hips. “Well?” My face was calm, innocent.
His lips fell on my neck and I giggled a little. My face softening as his hand slipped up over the arc of my hip, fingers ghosting nimbly over the cloth. He was so good at making me forget I even asked him something sometimes. “Slow and gentle.” Kevin’s breath was on my neck, his voice in my ear, the hair at my nape sweeping back and forth with his breath. My lips curved into a smile before my teeth gently bit down.
“Is that so? You never drive it very slowly...”
His snicker puffed against my neck before his lips pressed softly to my flesh. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle of my own and tilted my head, exposing more skin for his lips. Idiot. Sometimes he was so immature.
“You hug the curves.” He continued quietly, his voice deep and husky. For a moment, I didn’t realize what he meant but once I did, my chuckle was quiet in the silent garage. His fingers traced up the curve of my waist, under my top. With a gasp, my neck arched just a bit more at the feel of his cold hands on my bare flesh. Those hands continued their journey and my own hands tangled in his hair. My body fell backwards on the hood of the car and his body followed mine, the hard muscles of his chest barely brushing against me.
My hands glided down from where they tangled in his hair, one on his shoulder and the other clinging to his bicep. My nails dug into the soft fabric of his shirt, watching his face for just a moment. He gave me a full-on grin and I raised an eyebrow once again as he began to speak. “You start in first gear and then gun it.” He kept grinning at me, his eyes intent as he looked at me and his hips rocked hard against me. I smiled and slid both hands onto his shoulders. And then…then, I pushed him onto the floor and hopped off the hood of the car in one quick movement.
“Really? And that is how you handle an idiot boyfriend.” I grinned at him, waiting for him to catch up and realize just what happened. It didn’t take long before he was scrambling off the floor and towards me. With a snicker, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Night Kevin.”
“Gwen! Gwen! Oh come on Gwen!”
This has been in my mind for a bit...practically since the episode aired. I wanted to know how you treat a woman like a car. The look on my face was the same as Gwen's. Really Kevin? I would have liked to have more car metaphors but I really couldn't think of any but I actually think less works for this. Otherwise it wouldn't have worked for the ending.
I'm pretty happy with it. Teenage Dream was my soundtrack to write this. lol
Summary: Takes place shortly after Computer Games, a question's been on Gwen's mind.
Prompts: Gwen/Kevin requested by angelchan_2004, play
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Kevin
Genre: humor, romance
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Word Count: 588 words
Progress: Complete
The first night with my license, Kevin let me drive his car the whole night, considering the fuss he’d made about teaching me to drive I was just a little impressed. We dropped Ben off back at his house after we got smoothies and I drove us back to the garage, it was sort of a routine on the calmer nights. After parking, we both sat on the hood for a little.
“So Kevin…how do you treat a car like a woman?” My voice broke the silence of the garage, echoing just a little and he looked at me sharply, a slow grin pulling his lips upward. That lopsided grin that always made me want to grin too because it just made me want to kiss him. He shifted next to me and I looked sideways at him, an eyebrow raised. This ought to be good. I turned towards him on the warm hood of the car ever so slightly as he leaned close. Kevin’s hands rested on the top of the car, close to my hips. “Well?” My face was calm, innocent.
His lips fell on my neck and I giggled a little. My face softening as his hand slipped up over the arc of my hip, fingers ghosting nimbly over the cloth. He was so good at making me forget I even asked him something sometimes. “Slow and gentle.” Kevin’s breath was on my neck, his voice in my ear, the hair at my nape sweeping back and forth with his breath. My lips curved into a smile before my teeth gently bit down.
“Is that so? You never drive it very slowly...”
His snicker puffed against my neck before his lips pressed softly to my flesh. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle of my own and tilted my head, exposing more skin for his lips. Idiot. Sometimes he was so immature.
“You hug the curves.” He continued quietly, his voice deep and husky. For a moment, I didn’t realize what he meant but once I did, my chuckle was quiet in the silent garage. His fingers traced up the curve of my waist, under my top. With a gasp, my neck arched just a bit more at the feel of his cold hands on my bare flesh. Those hands continued their journey and my own hands tangled in his hair. My body fell backwards on the hood of the car and his body followed mine, the hard muscles of his chest barely brushing against me.
My hands glided down from where they tangled in his hair, one on his shoulder and the other clinging to his bicep. My nails dug into the soft fabric of his shirt, watching his face for just a moment. He gave me a full-on grin and I raised an eyebrow once again as he began to speak. “You start in first gear and then gun it.” He kept grinning at me, his eyes intent as he looked at me and his hips rocked hard against me. I smiled and slid both hands onto his shoulders. And then…then, I pushed him onto the floor and hopped off the hood of the car in one quick movement.
“Really? And that is how you handle an idiot boyfriend.” I grinned at him, waiting for him to catch up and realize just what happened. It didn’t take long before he was scrambling off the floor and towards me. With a snicker, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Night Kevin.”
“Gwen! Gwen! Oh come on Gwen!”
This has been in my mind for a bit...practically since the episode aired. I wanted to know how you treat a woman like a car. The look on my face was the same as Gwen's. Really Kevin? I would have liked to have more car metaphors but I really couldn't think of any but I actually think less works for this. Otherwise it wouldn't have worked for the ending.
I'm pretty happy with it. Teenage Dream was my soundtrack to write this. lol