Something...More | R | Glee
Title: Something…More
Fandom: Sue Sylvester/Mrs. Schuester, Glee
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: R
Word Count: 794
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve ever written Sue Sylvester…I’m a bit nervous that I haven’t really captured her delicious vitriol...but I tried! I came up with this idea thanks to kit’s prompting, and now I kind of love them together. More Mrs. Schuester please! I love a lady who has a fetish for people who refer to themselves in the third person. Let me know how I did! Comments are love!
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“Are you sure this isn’t some ploy to get at my son?” Mrs. Schuester asks, her eyebrow rising into a concerned arch.
Sue Sylvester has to take a moment to ponder the question. The truthful answer to the woman’s inquiry would be a resounding yes, but Sue hesitates to say as much. Firstly, she doesn’t want a concerned, slightly alcoholic mother to tip off to her jerry-curled nemesis that she’s trying once again to sabotage him. Secondly, Sue isn’t sure if it’s about revenge anymore.
Sad, middle-aged winos are not typically Sue’s type. She generally prefers her partners, male or female, to be a little more self-assured and sober. But Mrs. Schuester…she surprises Sue Sylvester, and that is a breath of fresh air that she had not been expecting.
Sue is standing at her desk, jotting a note into her day planner when Mrs. Schuester asks the question. When she turns around, she folds her arms in front of her chest and studies the woman sitting in her bed, wrapped in the finest Egyptian cotton sheets that money can buy. Sue considers this to be an odd question to ask now after they’ve had seven different sex-related interludes. She tilts her head to the side. “Does the answer to that question really matter?”
Mrs. Schuester-what is her first name, anyway? Sue never bothered to ask-blushes and lowers her eyes. “He’s a good boy, you know. He doesn’t mean any harm with his glee club.”
Sue has a litany of various biting comments on her tongue, but she suppresses them. She doesn’t know why she’s protecting this woman, but Sue is overcome by a fierce desire to shield her from the evils of the world. She wants to save her.
As Sue stalks closer to the bed, she accepts the fact that she herself is just the sort of evil that Mrs. Schuester should be protected from. That doesn’t stop her from gripping the top of the sheet and dragging it down her body.
“No…don’t,” Mrs. Schuester says, covering her ample breasts from Sue’s view.
Sue raises an imperious eyebrow and swats the woman’s hands away. “Modesty isn’t very becoming.”
“It’s more self-consciousness than modesty,” Mrs. Schuester points out.
Sue brushes aside a lock of the woman’s ash blonde hair. “That’s even less becoming.”
The woman blushes brighter, her flesh stained pink. “Well, maybe I’m not trying to be becoming.”
“Then why, may I ask, are you here, Mrs. Schuester?”
“I’m not really sure.”
Sue smiles and reaches a hand out to trace the married woman’s nipple. It hardens at her touch. “And why haven’t you left yet?”
“I don’t know.” Mrs. Schuester sighs, her shoulder drooping. She looks genuinely lost. “You’re not a very nice person, Sue.”
“I never claimed to be. Everything about Sue Sylvester is out front and on the table. The thing is, Mrs. Schuester, you don’t keep coming back because you want someone to be nice to you. What your husband lacks in sexual prowess he makes up for in excessive kindness. I think that bores you. I think you’re so fed up with having a marriage filled will false smiles and zero passion that you’re willing to spend time fucking someone who tells you like it is and who actually makes you feel something other than complacent in your humdrum life. Am I right?”
Mrs. Schuester’s cheeks redden. “Yes,” she says quietly.
Sue smiles triumphantly. If only Will were as easy as his mother. She whips the sheet back, exposing the rest of the woman’s naked form. She kneels between her thighs and, tucking her hands behind her knees, pulls her so that she’s lying flat on her back.
Mrs. Schuester cries out and gives a little laugh, her eyes widening as Sue lowers her head between her thighs. “Oh no, Sue…I don’t think I could…not again…”
“Yes you can,” Sue replies matter-of-factly, working her mouth into already wet folds. “And you will.”
And to Sue’s extreme pleasure, Mrs. Schuester does. Twice.
When the mother of her nemesis is panting for air, Sue sits up and wipes the moisture from her chin. She licks her lips and conceals a smile. She’s not ready to admit just how much she enjoys these excursions with Mrs. Schuester. As long as Mrs. Schuester believes that she is coming to Sue to scratch a one-sided itch, Sue will continue to have the power.
Only - and Sue is not keen on admitting this - she’s already lost some of that power. Later that night when Mrs. Schuester eases back into her sweater sets and slacks and goes back home to her husband, Sue is left feeling bereft.
She has no idea when this debacle stopped being about revenge and started being about something…more.
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Fandom: Sue Sylvester/Mrs. Schuester, Glee
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: R
Word Count: 794
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve ever written Sue Sylvester…I’m a bit nervous that I haven’t really captured her delicious vitriol...but I tried! I came up with this idea thanks to kit’s prompting, and now I kind of love them together. More Mrs. Schuester please! I love a lady who has a fetish for people who refer to themselves in the third person. Let me know how I did! Comments are love!
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“Are you sure this isn’t some ploy to get at my son?” Mrs. Schuester asks, her eyebrow rising into a concerned arch.
Sue Sylvester has to take a moment to ponder the question. The truthful answer to the woman’s inquiry would be a resounding yes, but Sue hesitates to say as much. Firstly, she doesn’t want a concerned, slightly alcoholic mother to tip off to her jerry-curled nemesis that she’s trying once again to sabotage him. Secondly, Sue isn’t sure if it’s about revenge anymore.
Sad, middle-aged winos are not typically Sue’s type. She generally prefers her partners, male or female, to be a little more self-assured and sober. But Mrs. Schuester…she surprises Sue Sylvester, and that is a breath of fresh air that she had not been expecting.
Sue is standing at her desk, jotting a note into her day planner when Mrs. Schuester asks the question. When she turns around, she folds her arms in front of her chest and studies the woman sitting in her bed, wrapped in the finest Egyptian cotton sheets that money can buy. Sue considers this to be an odd question to ask now after they’ve had seven different sex-related interludes. She tilts her head to the side. “Does the answer to that question really matter?”
Mrs. Schuester-what is her first name, anyway? Sue never bothered to ask-blushes and lowers her eyes. “He’s a good boy, you know. He doesn’t mean any harm with his glee club.”
Sue has a litany of various biting comments on her tongue, but she suppresses them. She doesn’t know why she’s protecting this woman, but Sue is overcome by a fierce desire to shield her from the evils of the world. She wants to save her.
As Sue stalks closer to the bed, she accepts the fact that she herself is just the sort of evil that Mrs. Schuester should be protected from. That doesn’t stop her from gripping the top of the sheet and dragging it down her body.
“No…don’t,” Mrs. Schuester says, covering her ample breasts from Sue’s view.
Sue raises an imperious eyebrow and swats the woman’s hands away. “Modesty isn’t very becoming.”
“It’s more self-consciousness than modesty,” Mrs. Schuester points out.
Sue brushes aside a lock of the woman’s ash blonde hair. “That’s even less becoming.”
The woman blushes brighter, her flesh stained pink. “Well, maybe I’m not trying to be becoming.”
“Then why, may I ask, are you here, Mrs. Schuester?”
“I’m not really sure.”
Sue smiles and reaches a hand out to trace the married woman’s nipple. It hardens at her touch. “And why haven’t you left yet?”
“I don’t know.” Mrs. Schuester sighs, her shoulder drooping. She looks genuinely lost. “You’re not a very nice person, Sue.”
“I never claimed to be. Everything about Sue Sylvester is out front and on the table. The thing is, Mrs. Schuester, you don’t keep coming back because you want someone to be nice to you. What your husband lacks in sexual prowess he makes up for in excessive kindness. I think that bores you. I think you’re so fed up with having a marriage filled will false smiles and zero passion that you’re willing to spend time fucking someone who tells you like it is and who actually makes you feel something other than complacent in your humdrum life. Am I right?”
Mrs. Schuester’s cheeks redden. “Yes,” she says quietly.
Sue smiles triumphantly. If only Will were as easy as his mother. She whips the sheet back, exposing the rest of the woman’s naked form. She kneels between her thighs and, tucking her hands behind her knees, pulls her so that she’s lying flat on her back.
Mrs. Schuester cries out and gives a little laugh, her eyes widening as Sue lowers her head between her thighs. “Oh no, Sue…I don’t think I could…not again…”
“Yes you can,” Sue replies matter-of-factly, working her mouth into already wet folds. “And you will.”
And to Sue’s extreme pleasure, Mrs. Schuester does. Twice.
When the mother of her nemesis is panting for air, Sue sits up and wipes the moisture from her chin. She licks her lips and conceals a smile. She’s not ready to admit just how much she enjoys these excursions with Mrs. Schuester. As long as Mrs. Schuester believes that she is coming to Sue to scratch a one-sided itch, Sue will continue to have the power.
Only - and Sue is not keen on admitting this - she’s already lost some of that power. Later that night when Mrs. Schuester eases back into her sweater sets and slacks and goes back home to her husband, Sue is left feeling bereft.
She has no idea when this debacle stopped being about revenge and started being about something…more.
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