fic: 30 foot rule of lesbianism
Title: 30 Foot Rule of Lesbianism
Author: wepdiggy
Pairing: Sarah/Anna
Timeframe: Season 1
Rating: R
Summary: Taken from a prompt byusakeh at the chuck_kink meme
The first time, it was kind of playful, shy, awkward. They were feeling each other out. Oh, it was still fun, and in the end, they both got what they wanted, but the intensity didn't come until later.
Like now. Their 45th time. Yeah, it happened a lot, but that's how addictions work. And you can never get too much of a good thing, right?
Except that the others were starting to get suspicious. Anna was a vegetarian, so why on Earth would she go to the Wienerlicious twice a day? And when they stopped going there, and started using the home theater room, Jeff and Lester nearly caught them in the in a 69 on the couch. Well, Sarah couldn't really go back to the employee break room without someone picking up on the fact that something was up.
So, yeah, their new "love palace" made sense, logically. But it was so damned unromantic.
So despite the fact that Sarah's lips felt so good on her own. Despite the fact that Sarah's tongue, that tongue that could do so many magical things, was shoved forcibly down Anna's mouth, making her just a bit drunk with lust. Despite all that, Anna was able to break the kiss long enough to huff in frustration.
"We have to stop fucking in the supply closet, for fuck's sake!" she said between deep breaths (because even after months of incredible sex, Sarah never failed to take her breath away).
"And where do you suggest we go?" Sarah asked, lifting a skeptical eyebrow.
"I don't know," Anna said, frustrated that she couldn't come up with a proper answer. "Anywhere, I guess. Maybe my place?"
"Morgan watches your place like a hawk when you're not boning him regularly. Are you really prepared to go back to sleeping with him just to throw him off our scent?"
"It would be a sacrifice, but you're totally worth it. You wouldn't start sleeping with Chuck again, for this?" Anna asked.
Sarah muffled a guffaw. "There might be some issue with the 'again' part, but no, I want no part of Chuck. I just want your sweet ass."
"I do have a sweet ass," Anna admitted.
"And plus, if we went somewhere else, I'd have to move this," Sarah said, turning to input a series of numbers in a control panel beside the light switch.
No sooner had the blonde put the numbers in, than a secret compartment on one of the nearby shelves hissed open.
"Is that...?" Anna started to ask, as her eyes widened in surprise (and just a bit of arousal).
"30 foot rule," Sarah said, shrugging her shoulders. "A good lesbian should always have a backup toy cache."
"That's, um, that's..."