"Serendipity" (Billy/Rachel)
This is where our AU started. It's basically in the same storyline as our Establishment Billy/Rachel universe - they met at a premiere after-party and went for dinner. But that is where things diverge: in this version, (apart from the fact that they're both members of the club) Billy stays the night at Rachel's flat instead of returning to his shoot in Luxembourg. And the next morning they wake up, neither of them yet knowing about the other's kinkiness, and make a rather fun discovery....
Title: Serendipity
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, if only it were true. But sadly it's not. We made it up.
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Billy wakes first, and lies a moment in a daze before remembering where he is and with whom. Lovely woman, Rachel. Very... enthusiastic. Bloody great sex. He pulls on his shirt and shorts, leaving his suit on the back of the chair, and wanders into the rest of her flat to piss, put on the kettle for tea, and ring the people in Luxembourg. Once he's done explaining, firmly, that he won't be back until they start filming again (Rachel wins over dull production meetings), he moves back to the bedroom. She's pushed back the duvet, and turned partway, so he can admire her breasts and belly, and the curve of her hips.
Rachel opens one eye slowly, and smiles at him, a lazy sexy come-hither look that hits him right in the groin. But he stands his ground, leaning against the doorframe. "You're beautiful, I like to look," he says with a smirk, thinking of all the things he'd like to watch her do. She'd be glorious tied to the bedframe, kept there all day. He could do a bit of work on his laptop and watch her at the same time. He could see how many orgasms she'd have, from his mouth and hands and cock. Or tease her with silk and feathers and maybe a riding crop, until she's begging, and then undo one of her hands and watch her get herself off. He sets his jaw and banishes the ideas rushing through his mind. For a bit, at least. Just now, he'll watch her and see what she's up for.
"Just look? Or watch?" Rachel says, raking her eyes up and down Billy's body, taking in the slight tenting of his boxers. She stretches up to grab the bed head, arching her back and displaying herself for him. "Because I like to be looked at."
Smirking, Billy lets his eyes travel across her body. She is enticing, slender but with a lovely shape, not like those starlets dieting themselves into oblivion. "Like to show off, do you?" he asks, "want to let me see all of you?" She is still partly covered by the duvet, and he wants to see more.
"Whatever you say," Rachel says, grinning. She pushes the duvet off her body and parts her legs a little, running her hands up her body and cupping her breasts. "I hope you like what you see," she adds a little huskily, aroused by displaying herself to such an appreciative audience.
Billy whistles appreciatively at her sexual display. "Gorgeous," he pronounces. He'd like to touch, but he shan't beg -- he'll wait until she invites him. He leans on the doorframe and lets himself enjoy the show, imagining her naked in the club, maybe playing like this, maybe with a bit more bondage...
"What do you like?" Rachel asks, hoping he's up for at least giving her some instructions. "Tell me what you'd like to watch me do. I'm all yours."
Magic words, those. Billy loves hearing them: he wants have her completely give over to him. Now, though, he knows it only applies in a limited way. He considers a moment, and finds words to suggest gently, as he doesn't want to startle or scare her. "I like the way you started, touching yourself, offering yourself. Very sexy, that. Love to see more."
Rachel's wet already. She smiles and slides a hand down to her pussy, the other one still cupping her breast, pinching and rubbing the nipple. Billy's eyes widen visibly in a very satisfactory way as she glides two fingertips over her clit, dipping them into her cunt and slowly bringing them to her mouth, her gaze locked with his. Tastes. Smiles. Rachel spreads her legs a little wider, drags her fingers back down her body and starts slowly stroking her clit.
She's gorgeous, uninhibited, moving far faster than he expected. Billy's body is responding to her, his heart beating fast at her little show, and his cock hardening. It's bloody hard to watch without touching, but Billy keeps his body leaning lazily against the doorframe. "Good girl," he says, alert to her response now, surprised at how much he hopes she's a bit subby.
"I'm all yours, sweetie, you do with me what you want," Rachel says, still stroking herself. He's displaying an amazing amount of control, except for the rather obvious tenting of his shorts, a dead giveaway. "Whatever you'd like."
Well. That's quite clearly a comprehensive invitation. Billy walks slowly to the bed, trying to choose among the myriad lovely possibilities. "An embarrassment of riches," he says, smiling. He ghosts his fingers down her arms and along her fingers over her cunt. "So many sexy things to do," he says as teases the inside of her thigh, soft and strong as silk. His other hand slides along her neck and chest to her lovely breast. "Could watch you come and then fuck you after..."
"Mm, the possibilities are endless, aren't they?" Rachel says, a wicked smile on her face. "But I'm very naughty, you know. A very naughty girl. I might not do as you say." She's searching his face, hoping that this is going where it seems to be going.
Billy echoes her smile, and tweaks her nipple. "I'd have to spank you then, wouldn't I," he says, without any hint of a question in his voice. His hands roam across her teasingly, barely touching her skin, just hinting at more to come. He wants to do so much to her, wants to have her over his lap and writhing under his hand.
"I think you might have to," Rachel answers huskily. "Just to make sure you can have your way with me." Fuck, yes. Please.
Oh fucking God, I'm so lucky. Billy takes a breath and keeps his voice steady. "Come here, you little minx." He sits on the bed and pulls her over his lap, letting his hand 'accidentally' slip across her cunt. Her incredibly hot, gorgeously slippery wet cunt.
"Oh!" Rachel gasps. "Oh sir, please! I've been such a bad girl!" Rachel pushes her arse up in the air a little to encourage him.
She says that and he nearly comes against her belly, rubbing accross his todger as she cavorts on his lap. It takes several deep breaths and the prospect of an abso-fucking-lutely fabulous little scene to give Billy the strength to go on. "Naughty, very bad, must be punished," he growls, rubbing round her arse and then giving it an experimental smack.
"Oh yes, sir, thank you!" Rachel writhes and moans on Billy's lap.
Billy grabs her hands and holds both wrists with his left hand. She likes that, he can tell from the way she pulls against them, testing but not truly trying to get free. Her breasts are against his thigh and her body draped over him, so sexy and yielding he can barely stand it. He gives her a good hard spank on one cheek, feeling the impact through her body which rubs against his erection perfectly. She moans and wriggles for him, and he sees how much she likes it -- maybe needs it.
It's been ages since Billy found a girl who could take a real beating, and this is getting closer, passing the odd little love pat and into something more intense. Her arse is pinking up beautifully, and she'll be feeling this for a few days. But she still isn't crying or asking him to stop, and he's thrilled by it, by doing it her and having her beg for more.
As Rachel moans and writhes, Billy spanks her over and over. She can feel how excited he is, and can't wait for him to fuck her hard, hoping he'll take her from behind. "Oh sir, please, fuck me, sir! Want to feel your cock in me, making me come so hard - please, sir!" Rachel begs.
"Lovely slut," Billy murmurs, stroking her arse and enjoying the heat against his hand. He pinches her arse and watches her flinch and moan. He deliberately dips his fingers in her cunt and smears it round, wondering if she'd let him put his whole fist up her. So many ways to play with a girl like this, he hopes she'll be up for those kind of games. Finally, he's teased her enough, and says, "All right, naughty little minx, fetch me a condom quick."
Rachel scrambles off Billy's lap and gets a condom out of the drawer beside the bed. Kneeling down in front of Billy - slightly gingerly because of her sore behind - she looks up at him demurely. "Would you like me to put it on you, sir?"
"Good girl, you do that," Billy answers, smirking. The word 'sir' coming out of her mouth is one of the sexiest things he's heard lately. She rolls it on deftly with her mouth, and he makes an absent note to himself that she's clearly comfortable giving head. He pulls her up for a good long kiss, one in which he completely takes over her mouth, pushing his tongue into every crevice, not giving her an inch to herself.
He's taking from her, taking and taking, and Rachel feels herself sinking, letting him have his way with her, whatever he wants. "You're very good to me, sir," she murmurs when he finally comes up for air. "How would you like me?"
"Hands and knees," he decides, "showing off your very fetching pink arse for me." This is so brilliant, it's like his wet dreams come true. She's gorgeous, talented on film and in bed, and subbing for him with no hint of irony. Billy licks his lips and waits while she arranges herself.
On her hands and knees, the bed jiggles when Billy crawls up behind her. She can feel him, the brush of hairy skin on her well-spanked arse, his erection bumping against her as he maneuvres into position. "Please, sir, want your cock in me. Please." Breathing heavily she looks back between her arms and legs, sees his thighs and his balls, feels him fumbling and spreads her knees apart a little more.
Suspecting he won't last long, given everything that's happened already, Billy pushes into her cunt slowly. He revels in the heat and slickness and only wishes he could fuck her without a condom and truly feel her cunt around him. He gets his balance, and reaches down to her clit, not as neatly as he wishes, but her sudden breath and shudder tell him he's found it. "Such a good girl," he croons in her ear, "want to feel you coming, and coming, and coming."
He's fucking her hard now, every thrust generating friction against the sore skin on her arse, making her gasp. "Oh, yeah, fuck me!" she moans, porn-star style. It's been too long since she's met a man that she not only clicks with personally, but in bed as well, and it's bloody brilliant and makes her want to let rip. "Please! It's so good!"
"Gonna fuck you so hard," Billy says, panting, "you'll be feeling it for days." Her little noises are as good as her words and her cunt at heating him up. He fumbles again for her clit and rubs round it gently, as gently as he can while he's fucking her. He only has a little bit before he'll have to give up, just push her down and fuck her until he comes, but he is trying to be generous.
Rachel rocks in time with Billy's thrusts, clenching and squeezing his cock. "Please, sir, more," she begs. "Harder, faster!"
Billy gives a mental shrug and moves his hand back to her shoulder. "Needy little minx, aren't you," he observes, a bit amused. He pushes her down, pressing her head to the sheet and then with his hand on the small of her back, he starts pumping in earnest. If she doesn't come, she can diddle herself or go without. Or beg him and he'll grant it to her... And God, the images and the feeling of her -- he's so close to coming he can taste it.
Hard and fast, just how she likes it when she's feeling subby. Rachel clutches the sheets, gasping, wanting. "Yeah, so good, so fucking good!"
With a final set of thrusts, Billy comes convulsively, in waves through his body. "Fuck yeah," he gasps, "fantastic." He gives her a friendly swat on the thigh, just as a little reminder, and rocks his hips back to thrust in again, extracting all the pleasure he can.
"Please, sir..." Rachel turns her head sideways as Billy rocks into her with little rumbles of pleasure. "Please may I touch myself?"
She's still down, subbing, and Billy wishes he could get it up again. "Not yet," he says sternly, "you didn't come when I was fucking you, and I ordered you to." He pulls out, and peels off the condom, tossing it in her little bin. He strokes down her back, pushing down, hard, against her head, and using fingernails all the way down, dragging a moan out of her when he reaches her tender bum. "Turn over, spread your legs, and let me watch."
"Yes, thank you Sir!" Rachel moans, doing as he asks, spreading her legs wide open and starting to stroke herself. She's close to orgasm, writhing and moaning, loving being watched, putting on as good a display for him as she can.
Billy wipes himself with a corner of the sheet, then leans back and crosses his arms, not just watching the show, but making it clear that he's doing so. It's quite something: Rachel's completely uninhibited and he's rarely seen any girl diddle herself with such enthusiasm. And rare to watch her face, be able to see every jolt of pleasure. Hard to keep his hands off her. He murmurs, "Gorgeous slut, put on a show for me."
"O god, yes..." Rachel moans, head rolling from side to side, hips rocking against her hand. "Gonna come for you, oh fuck, yes, yes!" Lifting her hips off the bed she loses herself to her orgasm, gasping with pleasure, pressing her clit to make it last.
It's bloody hot, no question. A bit odd, but hot. Billy leans over to give her a good long snog, hand wrapped round her head pull her close. When they're done, he says, "I'd no idea you were so interesting in bed. I want to find out more about you, much, much more..."
"Mm, me too," Rachel says happily, wrapping her legs around him. "That was fun." She kisses him again, loathe to let him go until her stomach rumbles rather loudly, making them both laugh. "Time for breakfast?"
Title: Serendipity
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, if only it were true. But sadly it's not. We made it up.
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Billy wakes first, and lies a moment in a daze before remembering where he is and with whom. Lovely woman, Rachel. Very... enthusiastic. Bloody great sex. He pulls on his shirt and shorts, leaving his suit on the back of the chair, and wanders into the rest of her flat to piss, put on the kettle for tea, and ring the people in Luxembourg. Once he's done explaining, firmly, that he won't be back until they start filming again (Rachel wins over dull production meetings), he moves back to the bedroom. She's pushed back the duvet, and turned partway, so he can admire her breasts and belly, and the curve of her hips.
Rachel opens one eye slowly, and smiles at him, a lazy sexy come-hither look that hits him right in the groin. But he stands his ground, leaning against the doorframe. "You're beautiful, I like to look," he says with a smirk, thinking of all the things he'd like to watch her do. She'd be glorious tied to the bedframe, kept there all day. He could do a bit of work on his laptop and watch her at the same time. He could see how many orgasms she'd have, from his mouth and hands and cock. Or tease her with silk and feathers and maybe a riding crop, until she's begging, and then undo one of her hands and watch her get herself off. He sets his jaw and banishes the ideas rushing through his mind. For a bit, at least. Just now, he'll watch her and see what she's up for.
"Just look? Or watch?" Rachel says, raking her eyes up and down Billy's body, taking in the slight tenting of his boxers. She stretches up to grab the bed head, arching her back and displaying herself for him. "Because I like to be looked at."
Smirking, Billy lets his eyes travel across her body. She is enticing, slender but with a lovely shape, not like those starlets dieting themselves into oblivion. "Like to show off, do you?" he asks, "want to let me see all of you?" She is still partly covered by the duvet, and he wants to see more.
"Whatever you say," Rachel says, grinning. She pushes the duvet off her body and parts her legs a little, running her hands up her body and cupping her breasts. "I hope you like what you see," she adds a little huskily, aroused by displaying herself to such an appreciative audience.
Billy whistles appreciatively at her sexual display. "Gorgeous," he pronounces. He'd like to touch, but he shan't beg -- he'll wait until she invites him. He leans on the doorframe and lets himself enjoy the show, imagining her naked in the club, maybe playing like this, maybe with a bit more bondage...
"What do you like?" Rachel asks, hoping he's up for at least giving her some instructions. "Tell me what you'd like to watch me do. I'm all yours."
Magic words, those. Billy loves hearing them: he wants have her completely give over to him. Now, though, he knows it only applies in a limited way. He considers a moment, and finds words to suggest gently, as he doesn't want to startle or scare her. "I like the way you started, touching yourself, offering yourself. Very sexy, that. Love to see more."
Rachel's wet already. She smiles and slides a hand down to her pussy, the other one still cupping her breast, pinching and rubbing the nipple. Billy's eyes widen visibly in a very satisfactory way as she glides two fingertips over her clit, dipping them into her cunt and slowly bringing them to her mouth, her gaze locked with his. Tastes. Smiles. Rachel spreads her legs a little wider, drags her fingers back down her body and starts slowly stroking her clit.
She's gorgeous, uninhibited, moving far faster than he expected. Billy's body is responding to her, his heart beating fast at her little show, and his cock hardening. It's bloody hard to watch without touching, but Billy keeps his body leaning lazily against the doorframe. "Good girl," he says, alert to her response now, surprised at how much he hopes she's a bit subby.
"I'm all yours, sweetie, you do with me what you want," Rachel says, still stroking herself. He's displaying an amazing amount of control, except for the rather obvious tenting of his shorts, a dead giveaway. "Whatever you'd like."
Well. That's quite clearly a comprehensive invitation. Billy walks slowly to the bed, trying to choose among the myriad lovely possibilities. "An embarrassment of riches," he says, smiling. He ghosts his fingers down her arms and along her fingers over her cunt. "So many sexy things to do," he says as teases the inside of her thigh, soft and strong as silk. His other hand slides along her neck and chest to her lovely breast. "Could watch you come and then fuck you after..."
"Mm, the possibilities are endless, aren't they?" Rachel says, a wicked smile on her face. "But I'm very naughty, you know. A very naughty girl. I might not do as you say." She's searching his face, hoping that this is going where it seems to be going.
Billy echoes her smile, and tweaks her nipple. "I'd have to spank you then, wouldn't I," he says, without any hint of a question in his voice. His hands roam across her teasingly, barely touching her skin, just hinting at more to come. He wants to do so much to her, wants to have her over his lap and writhing under his hand.
"I think you might have to," Rachel answers huskily. "Just to make sure you can have your way with me." Fuck, yes. Please.
Oh fucking God, I'm so lucky. Billy takes a breath and keeps his voice steady. "Come here, you little minx." He sits on the bed and pulls her over his lap, letting his hand 'accidentally' slip across her cunt. Her incredibly hot, gorgeously slippery wet cunt.
"Oh!" Rachel gasps. "Oh sir, please! I've been such a bad girl!" Rachel pushes her arse up in the air a little to encourage him.
She says that and he nearly comes against her belly, rubbing accross his todger as she cavorts on his lap. It takes several deep breaths and the prospect of an abso-fucking-lutely fabulous little scene to give Billy the strength to go on. "Naughty, very bad, must be punished," he growls, rubbing round her arse and then giving it an experimental smack.
"Oh yes, sir, thank you!" Rachel writhes and moans on Billy's lap.
Billy grabs her hands and holds both wrists with his left hand. She likes that, he can tell from the way she pulls against them, testing but not truly trying to get free. Her breasts are against his thigh and her body draped over him, so sexy and yielding he can barely stand it. He gives her a good hard spank on one cheek, feeling the impact through her body which rubs against his erection perfectly. She moans and wriggles for him, and he sees how much she likes it -- maybe needs it.
It's been ages since Billy found a girl who could take a real beating, and this is getting closer, passing the odd little love pat and into something more intense. Her arse is pinking up beautifully, and she'll be feeling this for a few days. But she still isn't crying or asking him to stop, and he's thrilled by it, by doing it her and having her beg for more.
As Rachel moans and writhes, Billy spanks her over and over. She can feel how excited he is, and can't wait for him to fuck her hard, hoping he'll take her from behind. "Oh sir, please, fuck me, sir! Want to feel your cock in me, making me come so hard - please, sir!" Rachel begs.
"Lovely slut," Billy murmurs, stroking her arse and enjoying the heat against his hand. He pinches her arse and watches her flinch and moan. He deliberately dips his fingers in her cunt and smears it round, wondering if she'd let him put his whole fist up her. So many ways to play with a girl like this, he hopes she'll be up for those kind of games. Finally, he's teased her enough, and says, "All right, naughty little minx, fetch me a condom quick."
Rachel scrambles off Billy's lap and gets a condom out of the drawer beside the bed. Kneeling down in front of Billy - slightly gingerly because of her sore behind - she looks up at him demurely. "Would you like me to put it on you, sir?"
"Good girl, you do that," Billy answers, smirking. The word 'sir' coming out of her mouth is one of the sexiest things he's heard lately. She rolls it on deftly with her mouth, and he makes an absent note to himself that she's clearly comfortable giving head. He pulls her up for a good long kiss, one in which he completely takes over her mouth, pushing his tongue into every crevice, not giving her an inch to herself.
He's taking from her, taking and taking, and Rachel feels herself sinking, letting him have his way with her, whatever he wants. "You're very good to me, sir," she murmurs when he finally comes up for air. "How would you like me?"
"Hands and knees," he decides, "showing off your very fetching pink arse for me." This is so brilliant, it's like his wet dreams come true. She's gorgeous, talented on film and in bed, and subbing for him with no hint of irony. Billy licks his lips and waits while she arranges herself.
On her hands and knees, the bed jiggles when Billy crawls up behind her. She can feel him, the brush of hairy skin on her well-spanked arse, his erection bumping against her as he maneuvres into position. "Please, sir, want your cock in me. Please." Breathing heavily she looks back between her arms and legs, sees his thighs and his balls, feels him fumbling and spreads her knees apart a little more.
Suspecting he won't last long, given everything that's happened already, Billy pushes into her cunt slowly. He revels in the heat and slickness and only wishes he could fuck her without a condom and truly feel her cunt around him. He gets his balance, and reaches down to her clit, not as neatly as he wishes, but her sudden breath and shudder tell him he's found it. "Such a good girl," he croons in her ear, "want to feel you coming, and coming, and coming."
He's fucking her hard now, every thrust generating friction against the sore skin on her arse, making her gasp. "Oh, yeah, fuck me!" she moans, porn-star style. It's been too long since she's met a man that she not only clicks with personally, but in bed as well, and it's bloody brilliant and makes her want to let rip. "Please! It's so good!"
"Gonna fuck you so hard," Billy says, panting, "you'll be feeling it for days." Her little noises are as good as her words and her cunt at heating him up. He fumbles again for her clit and rubs round it gently, as gently as he can while he's fucking her. He only has a little bit before he'll have to give up, just push her down and fuck her until he comes, but he is trying to be generous.
Rachel rocks in time with Billy's thrusts, clenching and squeezing his cock. "Please, sir, more," she begs. "Harder, faster!"
Billy gives a mental shrug and moves his hand back to her shoulder. "Needy little minx, aren't you," he observes, a bit amused. He pushes her down, pressing her head to the sheet and then with his hand on the small of her back, he starts pumping in earnest. If she doesn't come, she can diddle herself or go without. Or beg him and he'll grant it to her... And God, the images and the feeling of her -- he's so close to coming he can taste it.
Hard and fast, just how she likes it when she's feeling subby. Rachel clutches the sheets, gasping, wanting. "Yeah, so good, so fucking good!"
With a final set of thrusts, Billy comes convulsively, in waves through his body. "Fuck yeah," he gasps, "fantastic." He gives her a friendly swat on the thigh, just as a little reminder, and rocks his hips back to thrust in again, extracting all the pleasure he can.
"Please, sir..." Rachel turns her head sideways as Billy rocks into her with little rumbles of pleasure. "Please may I touch myself?"
She's still down, subbing, and Billy wishes he could get it up again. "Not yet," he says sternly, "you didn't come when I was fucking you, and I ordered you to." He pulls out, and peels off the condom, tossing it in her little bin. He strokes down her back, pushing down, hard, against her head, and using fingernails all the way down, dragging a moan out of her when he reaches her tender bum. "Turn over, spread your legs, and let me watch."
"Yes, thank you Sir!" Rachel moans, doing as he asks, spreading her legs wide open and starting to stroke herself. She's close to orgasm, writhing and moaning, loving being watched, putting on as good a display for him as she can.
Billy wipes himself with a corner of the sheet, then leans back and crosses his arms, not just watching the show, but making it clear that he's doing so. It's quite something: Rachel's completely uninhibited and he's rarely seen any girl diddle herself with such enthusiasm. And rare to watch her face, be able to see every jolt of pleasure. Hard to keep his hands off her. He murmurs, "Gorgeous slut, put on a show for me."
"O god, yes..." Rachel moans, head rolling from side to side, hips rocking against her hand. "Gonna come for you, oh fuck, yes, yes!" Lifting her hips off the bed she loses herself to her orgasm, gasping with pleasure, pressing her clit to make it last.
It's bloody hot, no question. A bit odd, but hot. Billy leans over to give her a good long snog, hand wrapped round her head pull her close. When they're done, he says, "I'd no idea you were so interesting in bed. I want to find out more about you, much, much more..."
"Mm, me too," Rachel says happily, wrapping her legs around him. "That was fun." She kisses him again, loathe to let him go until her stomach rumbles rather loudly, making them both laugh. "Time for breakfast?"