new fic
A couple of RPFs written for bsg_kink's RPF World Series tonight.
Title: Business or Pleasure
Rating: MA
Actors: Edward James Olmos/Mary McDonnell
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Eddie’s got a whirlpool in his room, or a viable excuse for one, anyway. It’s just big enough for two people, so it’s convenient that he's only invited her.
He didn't tell her to bring a suit, of course.
Mary remains modest, keeping up an illusion of mystery as she slips off her red dress, stepping out of it. She notices him watching her from the steam rising from the water.
When she approaches in her bra and underwear, he cocks his eyebrows. "That's it?"
She steps into the bath, warmth swirling around her ankle. "You say that to every woman?"
Eddie chuckles and doesn't seem terribly disturbed, not disturbed enough to peel his eyes away from her as she settles her body on the other side of the tub. The hot water and pulsing jets are exactly what she needs after a day on her feet. Hours of autographs have worn out her wrist; hours of photographs have worn out her feet and left her feeling slightly used.
"Jesus," she groans, sinking her shoulders into the water. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes. "There's a reason I only do this every two years."
She stretches her toes out, just enough to nudge against his calf and retreat.
"It wears you out."
She hums in response, trying not to smile as she feels the weight of the water shift when he moves closer. Then she feels his hand cupping her knee gently. Her gut reaction is to respond to his touch with a sassy remark about taking advantage of a weary woman, but instead, she stays silent. She is a weary woman and doesn't terribly mind the idea of being taken advantage of tonight.
Eddie's hand slides further up her leg and stops. He moves closer. She can feel his presence in the water and the nudge of his knee against her own.
"How worn out are you?" His fingers begin to stroke her inner thigh, firm, pressing, possessing.
She feels herself begin to throb in expectation. "I could be inspired to move."
Mary hears the water rippling and then feels his breath on her cheek. His fingers reach higher, an inch from the fabric between her legs, his mouth an inch from her lips.
He kisses her bottom lip at the same time two fingers graze over her, making her gasp. She lifts her chin and kisses him back, shifting her hips downward to press against his hand. He responds, stroking harder, pressing deeper to cause a spark up her body.
She slips a hand into his hair and pulls him closer, their tongues greeting, then opens her eyes and pushes her body up, her wet hair sticking to her skin. She pushes his shoulder so that he's sitting back, then stands up in front of him and peels her panties off, making sure he gets an eyeful of what she knows he wants. He always wants it.
His hands immediately clutch her ass and draw her nearer, nearly knocking her off balance. She doesn't mind his desperation; he's a passionate lover and she takes advantage of him, too.
She straddles his thighs, pleased to find them naked, and reaches down between them to grasp at his hardened cock. His breath hisses out as she strokes him from root to tip, looking down into his eyes.
"I might not be wet enough yet," she says.
A low hum of disapproval escapes him from somewhere deep in his chest. His hand slides between her legs and he finds her clit, pinching it until she gasps. Then he rolls it between fingers and she bucks against him. He slips his fingers down and presses one, then two inside of her, holding her ass with his free hand.
"Fuck," Mary whispers, arching her back. He bites at a nipple through the fabric of her bra and begins to finger her, rapid strokes with his palm crushing her clit. She feels herself getting wetter around him and moves her hips with him, soft pants and moans encouraging him to work her harder.
"How about now?" he asks, his teeth still set on her nipple.
"Just do it," she pants. "I'll live."
He withdraws his fingers and she helps guide him in, and it's tight and the friction is almost intolerable. She pants and bears down on him, forcing him in, the burn as pleasurable as it is distracting. A few rolls of her hips and she's getting slicker around him and he's groaning, running his hands through her hair and down her back to her ass, directing her. Forcefully downward, again and again.
The water is splashing around them and out of the tub and she actually doesn't give a fuck. She grabs the edge and rides him harder. They have this down to an art form; she knows when to slow down and when to speed up and when to grind down against his thighs, craving him deeper. She rides him for long minutes, giggling at his frustration when she alters her speed.
"Make me come too," she breathes.
His hand immediately returns to her clit. He knows what to do. He's been well trained at this. She feels her body swirl with warmth as his frenzied fingers rub her in just the right way. She squeezes his cock and he thrusts up into her. And she rides him, leaning back as her orgasm hits her, crying out and listening to it echo against the tile walls.
"So good." He nearly grunts it. With a few remaining thrusts he's come too, his face twisted into an expression reserved for this or excruciating pain. "Fuck, Mary."
She smiles and kisses him full on the mouth. "Mmmhmm."
This is why she really comes to Atlanta.
Title: Just Thoughts
Rating: MA
Actors: Edward James Olmos/Katee Sackhoff
Eddie feels like a dirty old man when he thinks about Katee while he strokes off.
But frankly, he's fucking tired of pushing her out of his mind. Thoughts are just that-thoughts. Nobody would have to know.
He couldn't deny the chemistry between them when they were on-screen. They had an energy that actors often have together, but this pretty blonde had hit him hard and left him wanting. It wasn't like he wanted to fuck her, not really. It would be a terrible mistake. But how could he not notice her curvy ass in those pants, or her tits that fit so snugly into those wretchedly ugly tanks?
So he jerks at his cock in his trailer when shooting ends, his eyes half-closed and his legs sprawled out on the couch. He hears her raucous laughter and envisions the fire in her eyes. He wonders if she would play innocent or seductive, if she would let him hold her hair while he fucked her mouth.
And then she would purr when he settled between her muscular thighs, grabbing those hips and smearing her juices all over his face. He'd show her how a real man eats pussy.
The idea nearly sends him over the edge, but he doesn't want the fantasy to end, not until she's on all fours for him, looking back at him and letting him choose how he wants her.
Either way, she'd be moaning his name-he can hear it in his head, getting louder and more desperate, whimpers between her shouts as he fucked her, hoping a passerby might hear.
Not Bill. Eddie. Fuck me, Eddie, yes, Eddie, more.
That idea is what did him in.
Title: Business or Pleasure
Rating: MA
Actors: Edward James Olmos/Mary McDonnell
-
Eddie’s got a whirlpool in his room, or a viable excuse for one, anyway. It’s just big enough for two people, so it’s convenient that he's only invited her.
He didn't tell her to bring a suit, of course.
Mary remains modest, keeping up an illusion of mystery as she slips off her red dress, stepping out of it. She notices him watching her from the steam rising from the water.
When she approaches in her bra and underwear, he cocks his eyebrows. "That's it?"
She steps into the bath, warmth swirling around her ankle. "You say that to every woman?"
Eddie chuckles and doesn't seem terribly disturbed, not disturbed enough to peel his eyes away from her as she settles her body on the other side of the tub. The hot water and pulsing jets are exactly what she needs after a day on her feet. Hours of autographs have worn out her wrist; hours of photographs have worn out her feet and left her feeling slightly used.
"Jesus," she groans, sinking her shoulders into the water. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes. "There's a reason I only do this every two years."
She stretches her toes out, just enough to nudge against his calf and retreat.
"It wears you out."
She hums in response, trying not to smile as she feels the weight of the water shift when he moves closer. Then she feels his hand cupping her knee gently. Her gut reaction is to respond to his touch with a sassy remark about taking advantage of a weary woman, but instead, she stays silent. She is a weary woman and doesn't terribly mind the idea of being taken advantage of tonight.
Eddie's hand slides further up her leg and stops. He moves closer. She can feel his presence in the water and the nudge of his knee against her own.
"How worn out are you?" His fingers begin to stroke her inner thigh, firm, pressing, possessing.
She feels herself begin to throb in expectation. "I could be inspired to move."
Mary hears the water rippling and then feels his breath on her cheek. His fingers reach higher, an inch from the fabric between her legs, his mouth an inch from her lips.
He kisses her bottom lip at the same time two fingers graze over her, making her gasp. She lifts her chin and kisses him back, shifting her hips downward to press against his hand. He responds, stroking harder, pressing deeper to cause a spark up her body.
She slips a hand into his hair and pulls him closer, their tongues greeting, then opens her eyes and pushes her body up, her wet hair sticking to her skin. She pushes his shoulder so that he's sitting back, then stands up in front of him and peels her panties off, making sure he gets an eyeful of what she knows he wants. He always wants it.
His hands immediately clutch her ass and draw her nearer, nearly knocking her off balance. She doesn't mind his desperation; he's a passionate lover and she takes advantage of him, too.
She straddles his thighs, pleased to find them naked, and reaches down between them to grasp at his hardened cock. His breath hisses out as she strokes him from root to tip, looking down into his eyes.
"I might not be wet enough yet," she says.
A low hum of disapproval escapes him from somewhere deep in his chest. His hand slides between her legs and he finds her clit, pinching it until she gasps. Then he rolls it between fingers and she bucks against him. He slips his fingers down and presses one, then two inside of her, holding her ass with his free hand.
"Fuck," Mary whispers, arching her back. He bites at a nipple through the fabric of her bra and begins to finger her, rapid strokes with his palm crushing her clit. She feels herself getting wetter around him and moves her hips with him, soft pants and moans encouraging him to work her harder.
"How about now?" he asks, his teeth still set on her nipple.
"Just do it," she pants. "I'll live."
He withdraws his fingers and she helps guide him in, and it's tight and the friction is almost intolerable. She pants and bears down on him, forcing him in, the burn as pleasurable as it is distracting. A few rolls of her hips and she's getting slicker around him and he's groaning, running his hands through her hair and down her back to her ass, directing her. Forcefully downward, again and again.
The water is splashing around them and out of the tub and she actually doesn't give a fuck. She grabs the edge and rides him harder. They have this down to an art form; she knows when to slow down and when to speed up and when to grind down against his thighs, craving him deeper. She rides him for long minutes, giggling at his frustration when she alters her speed.
"Make me come too," she breathes.
His hand immediately returns to her clit. He knows what to do. He's been well trained at this. She feels her body swirl with warmth as his frenzied fingers rub her in just the right way. She squeezes his cock and he thrusts up into her. And she rides him, leaning back as her orgasm hits her, crying out and listening to it echo against the tile walls.
"So good." He nearly grunts it. With a few remaining thrusts he's come too, his face twisted into an expression reserved for this or excruciating pain. "Fuck, Mary."
She smiles and kisses him full on the mouth. "Mmmhmm."
This is why she really comes to Atlanta.
Title: Just Thoughts
Rating: MA
Actors: Edward James Olmos/Katee Sackhoff
Eddie feels like a dirty old man when he thinks about Katee while he strokes off.
But frankly, he's fucking tired of pushing her out of his mind. Thoughts are just that-thoughts. Nobody would have to know.
He couldn't deny the chemistry between them when they were on-screen. They had an energy that actors often have together, but this pretty blonde had hit him hard and left him wanting. It wasn't like he wanted to fuck her, not really. It would be a terrible mistake. But how could he not notice her curvy ass in those pants, or her tits that fit so snugly into those wretchedly ugly tanks?
So he jerks at his cock in his trailer when shooting ends, his eyes half-closed and his legs sprawled out on the couch. He hears her raucous laughter and envisions the fire in her eyes. He wonders if she would play innocent or seductive, if she would let him hold her hair while he fucked her mouth.
And then she would purr when he settled between her muscular thighs, grabbing those hips and smearing her juices all over his face. He'd show her how a real man eats pussy.
The idea nearly sends him over the edge, but he doesn't want the fantasy to end, not until she's on all fours for him, looking back at him and letting him choose how he wants her.
Either way, she'd be moaning his name-he can hear it in his head, getting louder and more desperate, whimpers between her shouts as he fucked her, hoping a passerby might hear.
Not Bill. Eddie. Fuck me, Eddie, yes, Eddie, more.
That idea is what did him in.