MY FIRST RPF - YAY!
Title: Bedhead
Author: Kai (missy7280)
Pairing: Stephen Drew/Laura Drew (his wifey)
Rating: R?
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Remember that time Stephen was out of the lineup because of a mysterious "groin pull" injury, and he was seen in the dugout with major bedhead that rivaled Eric Byrnes? Yeah, this is a possible explanation for that.
Warning(s): HET fic this time (yeah, so sorry). Slight bondage. :) Crack!fic, totally.
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephen Drew, Laura does. (And I do not own her either.) I do not know Stephen personally, and I don't know much about him anyway (except for that Jesus speaks to him, trufax). I know even less about Laura (actually all I know is her name). If you haven't figured it out yet, this is a work of FICTION. No harm is intended. Not even to you, Jesus.
It was another late night waiting up for Stephen to come back from the ballpark. Laura swore that it was physically impossible for Stephen to not be the last player to leave the clubhouse. He always had something he had to work on, he'd tell her. Another part of his game that he had failed at that day that he needed to improve. Laura thought it was a bullshit excuse. She loved the game, sure. She probably wouldn't be able to be married to a ballplayer if she didn't. But Stephen had a responsibility towards her, damn it. She had needs.
Earlier, after finishing dinner and doing dishes, she had sat in front of the TV to watch the rest of the ballgame. She wasn't paying much attention to how the game was going, though. All of Laura's attention was focused on her husband. The way he moved when he went to dive for a ground ball. His body language as he stood in the batter's box. His facial expression after he'd make an out and the camera man would do a close-up on his face. Though he was usually so calm about everything, tonight he looked really unhappy. The look of bitterness on his face actually shocked her a bit. She wanted to help him. She wanted to throw him down on their bed, devour every inch of him, make him completely forget whatever was bothering his simple mind.
She was horny. Fuck.
And now the game was over, but she was still waiting for Stephen to come home. At least it wasn't an away game this time. Laura was tired of masturbating on the lonely nights when Stephen was away on a road trip. She craved the real thing so much more. She knew absence was supposed to make the heart grow fonder and all that shit, but as the wife of a baseball player she found that saying to be total nonsense.
While lost in her musing about the perils of being married to an athlete, Laura's reverie was broken by the distinct sound of the door opening and someone coming in. Finally! She wasn't going to waste time with words. She walked up to Stephen and grabbed him, pulling him into a passionate embrace. She did not give him the chance to greet her, immediately smashing her lips to his instead. Although he was almost always reserved on and off the field, Laura got lucky tonight. He hungrily kissed her back, obviously just as desperate as she was. After making out in the middle of their kitchen for a few moments, Stephen pulled back and Laura whimpered at the loss of contact.
"You must have missed me," he said in that monotone voice of his. The one that was sweet and endearing, yet Laura had to admit got on her nerves sometimes.
"Yeah, there's that. Plus I just want to fuck."
Stephen winced at her choice of words. He rarely used curse words himself, which was fine, but he also acted morally righteous when those around him swore. It was one of the few annoying habits of his that she forced herself to overlook.
"Meet me in the bedroom. I'm going to fuck your brains out," she added, just to rile him up. He gave her a brief glare as he turned in the direction of their bedroom. Sure he was annoyed with her, but he still did what he was told. And he clearly still wanted sex. Men were so easy, Laura thought. Just offer to sleep with them and they were practically putty in your hands.
As Stephen went into the other room, Laura went to the hall closet and grabbed her secret box. She opened it and pulled out the restraints she kept in there for special occasions. She kept other toys there too, but they were mostly for herself since Stephen wasn't into kinky sex. He'd allow her to tie him up but that was about it. He said he did it to please her, but Laura had a suspicion that Stephen secretly liked being dominated. He would never actually admit to taking pleasure in something that wasn't wholly virtuous.
Now that she had what she needed, Laura practically ran to the bedroom. When she got there, Stephen was already under the covers, clearly naked, and waiting for her. She smiled at his obvious shyness even though they had been married for a while and had had sex countless times. It really was quite charming and she realized all over again why she was in love with this man.
Laura got on top of the bed and pulled the comforter away. She saw Stephen blush as he noticed the restraints she was holding in her hand. She wasted no time in using them.
"Spread out your arms," she told him. She then continued to tie his wrists to the bedposts. After tightening them and making sure they were secure, Laura quickly straddled Stephen and leaned forward to kiss him again.
"I love you," she breathed out against his lips. She meant it more at that moment than maybe she ever had before, and the emotion was obvious in her tone. He looked at her intensely and visibly swallowed.
"I love you too," he whispered. He was so quiet that Laura could barely hear him. But his feelings were obvious.
After a moment of silent contentment passed, Laura positioned herself on top of Stephen and started moving. She had been waiting for this all night, and she couldn't hold back any longer. As she started to increase the speed of her movements Stephen stuggled to move his wrists. It was clear that he wanted to touch her, but his current position obviously made that impossible.
"Just relax," Laura said. "This is all about you."
The words were out of her mouth before she really thought about it, but it was true. Before she had been thinking only about herself and her own pleasure, but now she realized she wanted to do this for him. With that in mind, she moved up and down with increasing force and crushed their lips together once again. He moaned then and she knew he was close.
"Come for me," she whispered in his ear. And before she knew it, that's what he was doing. As he emptied himself inside her, her own orgasm was triggered. "God, yes!" she yelled, as she grabbed his hair, slammed downwards once more, and began quivering in pleasure.
After it was over and she had untied Stephen, they lay next to each other in a spooning position. Laura closed her eyes and was about to drift off into pleasant slumber when Stephen's voice broke the silence.
"I think I pulled a muscle or something," he said.
Laura turned around to look at him, and couldn't help laughing at his mussed up hair coupled with his entirely serious expression.
"Your hair is a mess, too. Everyone will probably figure out what you've been up to."
"Really?" he asked, still completely serious as he used his hand to try to flatten out his hair.
"No, leave it," she said. "I want everyone to know who you belong to."
He smiled back at her as he dropped his hand to the side.
Author's Note: Even though everyone knows about my obsession with Stephen Drew, this was not meant to be a Mary Sue fic, I SWEAR! I characterized Laura how I wanted to, and it is in no way, shape, or form supposed to represent me. Ok, just wanted to make that clear.
Author: Kai (missy7280)
Pairing: Stephen Drew/Laura Drew (his wifey)
Rating: R?
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Remember that time Stephen was out of the lineup because of a mysterious "groin pull" injury, and he was seen in the dugout with major bedhead that rivaled Eric Byrnes? Yeah, this is a possible explanation for that.
Warning(s): HET fic this time (yeah, so sorry). Slight bondage. :) Crack!fic, totally.
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephen Drew, Laura does. (And I do not own her either.) I do not know Stephen personally, and I don't know much about him anyway (except for that Jesus speaks to him, trufax). I know even less about Laura (actually all I know is her name). If you haven't figured it out yet, this is a work of FICTION. No harm is intended. Not even to you, Jesus.
It was another late night waiting up for Stephen to come back from the ballpark. Laura swore that it was physically impossible for Stephen to not be the last player to leave the clubhouse. He always had something he had to work on, he'd tell her. Another part of his game that he had failed at that day that he needed to improve. Laura thought it was a bullshit excuse. She loved the game, sure. She probably wouldn't be able to be married to a ballplayer if she didn't. But Stephen had a responsibility towards her, damn it. She had needs.
Earlier, after finishing dinner and doing dishes, she had sat in front of the TV to watch the rest of the ballgame. She wasn't paying much attention to how the game was going, though. All of Laura's attention was focused on her husband. The way he moved when he went to dive for a ground ball. His body language as he stood in the batter's box. His facial expression after he'd make an out and the camera man would do a close-up on his face. Though he was usually so calm about everything, tonight he looked really unhappy. The look of bitterness on his face actually shocked her a bit. She wanted to help him. She wanted to throw him down on their bed, devour every inch of him, make him completely forget whatever was bothering his simple mind.
She was horny. Fuck.
And now the game was over, but she was still waiting for Stephen to come home. At least it wasn't an away game this time. Laura was tired of masturbating on the lonely nights when Stephen was away on a road trip. She craved the real thing so much more. She knew absence was supposed to make the heart grow fonder and all that shit, but as the wife of a baseball player she found that saying to be total nonsense.
While lost in her musing about the perils of being married to an athlete, Laura's reverie was broken by the distinct sound of the door opening and someone coming in. Finally! She wasn't going to waste time with words. She walked up to Stephen and grabbed him, pulling him into a passionate embrace. She did not give him the chance to greet her, immediately smashing her lips to his instead. Although he was almost always reserved on and off the field, Laura got lucky tonight. He hungrily kissed her back, obviously just as desperate as she was. After making out in the middle of their kitchen for a few moments, Stephen pulled back and Laura whimpered at the loss of contact.
"You must have missed me," he said in that monotone voice of his. The one that was sweet and endearing, yet Laura had to admit got on her nerves sometimes.
"Yeah, there's that. Plus I just want to fuck."
Stephen winced at her choice of words. He rarely used curse words himself, which was fine, but he also acted morally righteous when those around him swore. It was one of the few annoying habits of his that she forced herself to overlook.
"Meet me in the bedroom. I'm going to fuck your brains out," she added, just to rile him up. He gave her a brief glare as he turned in the direction of their bedroom. Sure he was annoyed with her, but he still did what he was told. And he clearly still wanted sex. Men were so easy, Laura thought. Just offer to sleep with them and they were practically putty in your hands.
As Stephen went into the other room, Laura went to the hall closet and grabbed her secret box. She opened it and pulled out the restraints she kept in there for special occasions. She kept other toys there too, but they were mostly for herself since Stephen wasn't into kinky sex. He'd allow her to tie him up but that was about it. He said he did it to please her, but Laura had a suspicion that Stephen secretly liked being dominated. He would never actually admit to taking pleasure in something that wasn't wholly virtuous.
Now that she had what she needed, Laura practically ran to the bedroom. When she got there, Stephen was already under the covers, clearly naked, and waiting for her. She smiled at his obvious shyness even though they had been married for a while and had had sex countless times. It really was quite charming and she realized all over again why she was in love with this man.
Laura got on top of the bed and pulled the comforter away. She saw Stephen blush as he noticed the restraints she was holding in her hand. She wasted no time in using them.
"Spread out your arms," she told him. She then continued to tie his wrists to the bedposts. After tightening them and making sure they were secure, Laura quickly straddled Stephen and leaned forward to kiss him again.
"I love you," she breathed out against his lips. She meant it more at that moment than maybe she ever had before, and the emotion was obvious in her tone. He looked at her intensely and visibly swallowed.
"I love you too," he whispered. He was so quiet that Laura could barely hear him. But his feelings were obvious.
After a moment of silent contentment passed, Laura positioned herself on top of Stephen and started moving. She had been waiting for this all night, and she couldn't hold back any longer. As she started to increase the speed of her movements Stephen stuggled to move his wrists. It was clear that he wanted to touch her, but his current position obviously made that impossible.
"Just relax," Laura said. "This is all about you."
The words were out of her mouth before she really thought about it, but it was true. Before she had been thinking only about herself and her own pleasure, but now she realized she wanted to do this for him. With that in mind, she moved up and down with increasing force and crushed their lips together once again. He moaned then and she knew he was close.
"Come for me," she whispered in his ear. And before she knew it, that's what he was doing. As he emptied himself inside her, her own orgasm was triggered. "God, yes!" she yelled, as she grabbed his hair, slammed downwards once more, and began quivering in pleasure.
After it was over and she had untied Stephen, they lay next to each other in a spooning position. Laura closed her eyes and was about to drift off into pleasant slumber when Stephen's voice broke the silence.
"I think I pulled a muscle or something," he said.
Laura turned around to look at him, and couldn't help laughing at his mussed up hair coupled with his entirely serious expression.
"Your hair is a mess, too. Everyone will probably figure out what you've been up to."
"Really?" he asked, still completely serious as he used his hand to try to flatten out his hair.
"No, leave it," she said. "I want everyone to know who you belong to."
He smiled back at her as he dropped his hand to the side.
Author's Note: Even though everyone knows about my obsession with Stephen Drew, this was not meant to be a Mary Sue fic, I SWEAR! I characterized Laura how I wanted to, and it is in no way, shape, or form supposed to represent me. Ok, just wanted to make that clear.