Fic: Eyeliner (RPS)
Title: "Eyeliner"
Genre: RPS, Het
Pairing: Jared & Sandy
Rating: Naughty R with sex and bad language
Words: 1129
Beta: Thank you jay_linden!
***
One second Jared was sitting at the dining room table reading the sports page, enjoying a cup of coffee and the next, he had a lapful of girlfriend.
Barely clothed girlfriend, holding eyeliner.
“Uh....hey baby,” Jared said, leaning back slightly. She had that glint in her eyes, the ones that usually rendered him into a spineless limp puddle of yes dear.
“Hey baby,” she purred back, pressing against his chest - still wielding the kohl pencil like a dangerous weapon.
“You have a nice bath?”
“Uh huh. Finished my book. And my wine.” There was that giggle and Jared’s spine stiffened slightly in one last attempt to make a stand. “I was thinking about something you know. Thinking about you.”
“Thinking how I would look with a mustache?” He eyed the thing in her hand.
“Close!” She wiggled a bit and Jared bit his lip because hello - shorts, lap, girlfriend in panties. And then Sandy bit her lip and squinched up her face, putting her hand on his jaw.
“Baby?”
“Mmmm....stay still. Open your eyes real wide and look up.”
“No?”
“Wrong answer.”
His spine had already melted and his dick was leading the charge because she did that wiggle again and yeah - Jared opened his eyes real wide and looked up.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened, not with Sandy and certainly not in his life. He had a baby sister and a weakness for all things small with Precious Moment eyes. There were blackmail pictures somewhere in his parent’s house of him in pink curlers and red lipstick courtesy of Meghan’s Beauty Parlor.
Sandy concentrated, her hand steady. Jared didn’t blink, didn’t move, didn’t disturb his maniacal girlfriend. His dick, however, took no part in the stillness thing trapped under the weight of Sandy’s body.
“Mmmm...that’s nice.”
Jared blinked as Sandy admired her handiwork, grinding down as she smiled.
“What? No sparkly blue eye shadow?”
“Noooo nooo. Too much. You don’t need a lot - just something to highlight your eyes.” Her voice had dropped to that low husky tone she used in the dark or when she wanted to drive him crazy in public. But this time everything was light, they were alone and her face had lit up like a sunrise as she stared at him.
“What’s gotten into you?” He laughed a little then ducked his head to rub a kiss over the curve of the camisole straining over her breasts.
She made a sound of happiness and he answered her and then her fingers were twisting in his hair to pull his head back up. And he thought sure he was going for a kiss but no, Sandy wanted to look at him again.
He saw fire and it was surprising.
Then she reached for the hem of his tee shirt and ripped it off with a strength that confirmed she had been doing more weight training at the gym. His brain went “uh” and then Jared moved - fast and eager and using his height/weight to a clear and arousing advantage.
Sandy moaned as her back hit the table and distantly the clatter of a coffee cup and rush of coffee alerted him to...something he didn’t quite give a shit about right now.
Jared should probably start talking dirty, show off his verbal skills (he won a prize in high school) but God, he had nothing as he pulled off her shorts and panties leaving them dangling off one shapely leg. He thought of mentioning her incredible body, the way she drove him absolutely freaking insane by just breathing but yeah - nothing. Her top joined his shirt on the floor and then he was laying on top of her (careful not to crush her, always careful) so he could get a taste of her dizzying smile.
She sucked on his tongue like it was candy, like it was a miracle cure for everything ever. He pushed her legs apart, knees up and the way she vibrated almost made him lose it right then, right there. One handed shove of his shorts, low enough to release his cock and then he slid inside her with a sigh.
Not a moan, not a curse but a sigh because it never stopped being perfect and he couldn’t get over that.
“O-open your eyes,” he heard and Jared’s eyelids obeyed; he looked down at her face and felt body pulse under his. “Yeah, keep....keep them open.”
As a reminder she pressed one hand into his hair, just enough pressure to let him know what she wanted and how she wanted it.
Jared swallowed.
He moved his hips.
Sandy moved hers.
The table shifted and creaked and Sandy’s knees pressed against Jared’s hips and her fingers tightened the pull against his scalp and then she said, “Fuck me pretty boy,” in a voice that wasn’t entirely hers or possibly human and wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
Keeping his eyes open as his hips rocked him, her and the table halfway across the room wasn’t easy. Breathing wasn’t easy. Bliss though, bliss felt like a good word, the way her body gripped him (like always, like forever), the way he knew to shift his weight forward and just where to slide his fingers between them to make sure she was the one who closed her eyes first.
The table gave one last warning screech or maybe it was him, but who cared because Sandy let loose a babble of cursing and Jared prayed to God just a little and then everything was quiet. And still.
“Holy...” Jared wheezed, pretty sure he’d lost spinal fluid with that last barrage of hip movements.
“Get up, I love you,” Sandy answered, words running together in a breathless moan as she peppered his face with kisses.
He pulled out and sat back down, taking her with him into his lap - and managed not to tip the chair backward. His arms were wrapped around her, she straddled him and maybe this was the best part of all.
“Baby I love you more than air but you are a kinky little thing,” he pointed out, speaking directly into the fluttering pulse point of her neck.
“Shut up, you loved it.”
“Not complainin’, makin’ a point.”
“And the point is - you let me put eyeliner on you and then you fucked me on the table.”
“Yep.”
“That makes you a kinky giant thing.”
“Which is why we’re perfect together.”
“Perfect.” Sandy purred that, tightening arms and legs until he felt like an octopus had claimed him as its own.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Good, then you can get the hell up and fetch me a paper towel...”
“Yes dear.”
Genre: RPS, Het
Pairing: Jared & Sandy
Rating: Naughty R with sex and bad language
Words: 1129
Beta: Thank you jay_linden!
***
One second Jared was sitting at the dining room table reading the sports page, enjoying a cup of coffee and the next, he had a lapful of girlfriend.
Barely clothed girlfriend, holding eyeliner.
“Uh....hey baby,” Jared said, leaning back slightly. She had that glint in her eyes, the ones that usually rendered him into a spineless limp puddle of yes dear.
“Hey baby,” she purred back, pressing against his chest - still wielding the kohl pencil like a dangerous weapon.
“You have a nice bath?”
“Uh huh. Finished my book. And my wine.” There was that giggle and Jared’s spine stiffened slightly in one last attempt to make a stand. “I was thinking about something you know. Thinking about you.”
“Thinking how I would look with a mustache?” He eyed the thing in her hand.
“Close!” She wiggled a bit and Jared bit his lip because hello - shorts, lap, girlfriend in panties. And then Sandy bit her lip and squinched up her face, putting her hand on his jaw.
“Baby?”
“Mmmm....stay still. Open your eyes real wide and look up.”
“No?”
“Wrong answer.”
His spine had already melted and his dick was leading the charge because she did that wiggle again and yeah - Jared opened his eyes real wide and looked up.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened, not with Sandy and certainly not in his life. He had a baby sister and a weakness for all things small with Precious Moment eyes. There were blackmail pictures somewhere in his parent’s house of him in pink curlers and red lipstick courtesy of Meghan’s Beauty Parlor.
Sandy concentrated, her hand steady. Jared didn’t blink, didn’t move, didn’t disturb his maniacal girlfriend. His dick, however, took no part in the stillness thing trapped under the weight of Sandy’s body.
“Mmmm...that’s nice.”
Jared blinked as Sandy admired her handiwork, grinding down as she smiled.
“What? No sparkly blue eye shadow?”
“Noooo nooo. Too much. You don’t need a lot - just something to highlight your eyes.” Her voice had dropped to that low husky tone she used in the dark or when she wanted to drive him crazy in public. But this time everything was light, they were alone and her face had lit up like a sunrise as she stared at him.
“What’s gotten into you?” He laughed a little then ducked his head to rub a kiss over the curve of the camisole straining over her breasts.
She made a sound of happiness and he answered her and then her fingers were twisting in his hair to pull his head back up. And he thought sure he was going for a kiss but no, Sandy wanted to look at him again.
He saw fire and it was surprising.
Then she reached for the hem of his tee shirt and ripped it off with a strength that confirmed she had been doing more weight training at the gym. His brain went “uh” and then Jared moved - fast and eager and using his height/weight to a clear and arousing advantage.
Sandy moaned as her back hit the table and distantly the clatter of a coffee cup and rush of coffee alerted him to...something he didn’t quite give a shit about right now.
Jared should probably start talking dirty, show off his verbal skills (he won a prize in high school) but God, he had nothing as he pulled off her shorts and panties leaving them dangling off one shapely leg. He thought of mentioning her incredible body, the way she drove him absolutely freaking insane by just breathing but yeah - nothing. Her top joined his shirt on the floor and then he was laying on top of her (careful not to crush her, always careful) so he could get a taste of her dizzying smile.
She sucked on his tongue like it was candy, like it was a miracle cure for everything ever. He pushed her legs apart, knees up and the way she vibrated almost made him lose it right then, right there. One handed shove of his shorts, low enough to release his cock and then he slid inside her with a sigh.
Not a moan, not a curse but a sigh because it never stopped being perfect and he couldn’t get over that.
“O-open your eyes,” he heard and Jared’s eyelids obeyed; he looked down at her face and felt body pulse under his. “Yeah, keep....keep them open.”
As a reminder she pressed one hand into his hair, just enough pressure to let him know what she wanted and how she wanted it.
Jared swallowed.
He moved his hips.
Sandy moved hers.
The table shifted and creaked and Sandy’s knees pressed against Jared’s hips and her fingers tightened the pull against his scalp and then she said, “Fuck me pretty boy,” in a voice that wasn’t entirely hers or possibly human and wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
Keeping his eyes open as his hips rocked him, her and the table halfway across the room wasn’t easy. Breathing wasn’t easy. Bliss though, bliss felt like a good word, the way her body gripped him (like always, like forever), the way he knew to shift his weight forward and just where to slide his fingers between them to make sure she was the one who closed her eyes first.
The table gave one last warning screech or maybe it was him, but who cared because Sandy let loose a babble of cursing and Jared prayed to God just a little and then everything was quiet. And still.
“Holy...” Jared wheezed, pretty sure he’d lost spinal fluid with that last barrage of hip movements.
“Get up, I love you,” Sandy answered, words running together in a breathless moan as she peppered his face with kisses.
He pulled out and sat back down, taking her with him into his lap - and managed not to tip the chair backward. His arms were wrapped around her, she straddled him and maybe this was the best part of all.
“Baby I love you more than air but you are a kinky little thing,” he pointed out, speaking directly into the fluttering pulse point of her neck.
“Shut up, you loved it.”
“Not complainin’, makin’ a point.”
“And the point is - you let me put eyeliner on you and then you fucked me on the table.”
“Yep.”
“That makes you a kinky giant thing.”
“Which is why we’re perfect together.”
“Perfect.” Sandy purred that, tightening arms and legs until he felt like an octopus had claimed him as its own.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Good, then you can get the hell up and fetch me a paper towel...”
“Yes dear.”