[mse] 1.2 - lyrics - hilary duff
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magic_fratboyReach out and touch me
Before I go insane
Reach out and touch me
Boy don't you make me wait
I'm a diamond and you're so on the money
Reach out and touch me
And all I need is to feel you
Reach out and touch me
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NOTE: takes place Tommy's first night home from New York. This is also per![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
zee_ali's request...happy belated birthday, babe! I love you more than Joanie loves Chachi!!!! :P
May hadn’t been in bed more than five minutes when she jumped him.
It wasn’t the first time he’d touched her since she’d turned up in New York, but it was the first time in their home. She was off exploring the new house in her cutoffs and Control Freak t-shirt…which flew over the back of the couch and landed on the cushion beside him before Ziyah was there, walking around to straddle him.
Somewhere along the way, she’d lost the cutoffs as well.
“Zee…”
She silenced him with a kiss, and right then it might as well have been the first time as his body flushed and hardened beneath her. She smiled against his lips, vindicated as his hands found her waist, then slid up greedily to cover her breasts as he let his mouth fall open beneath hers and heard himself growl, half starved and aching to lose himself inside of her.
It wasn’t so much the fact that she was naked in his lap and rocking, one hand raking her nails over his ribs with just enough pressure to sting pleasantly, or the way she bit his lower lip and pressed into him, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. It wasn’t even being caught like this on the couch…he’d been subject more than once to her overpowering sexuality, and loved that he never did get used to it. He’d also been caught like this before. She liked to surprise him, shock him, make him uncomfortable and make him love it.
What excited him was the low lighting in the living room, a happy medium between ambiance and exhibitionism with the living room curtains drawn cleanly back. As she moved away and dragged him to his feet to help him strip off his sweats, the smell of dry desert air blended with baby powder and Glade covering the last traces of dog shit before she pushed him back down and crawled on top of him and her scent was all he could breathe in. It was the clothes now scattered around, May’s toys all over the floor mingling with the balls and rubber bones that belonged to the animals.
It was the feel of her skin beneath his hands versus the feel of the black corduroy couch digging into his back and his ass that thrilled him. It was touching her, claiming her wrapped in familiar warmth and comfort that came from privacy…which was nonexistent with the windows wide open.
Breaking the kiss, he could feel himself blushing. “Zee, don’t…”
“C’mon…what, it’s not just a little bit exciting?”
“It’s…uh…not. No.” he stammered, even though the heat in his face was rapidly fading. She had him on his back and she was leaning over him, hair loose and body as flushed as his. As she spoke, she was taking him into her hand, thumb caressing his shaft and making his breath catch with the sensation. She was guiding him into her, sinking down to take him all in…
It didn’t matter who saw. It didn’t matter she was ravaging him like a cat in heat. It only mattered that it was the ceiling of their house he could see just past her as she began to rock.
It mattered that it was the arm of his couch, their couch that he dug his head back into as he arched back with his eyes closed, destroyed by the way she clenched around him. Her lips found the column of his throat, kissing, licking, biting. His found her ear, her hair…he breathed her in, he drank her down as his hands slid down her back and over her ass, gripping hard enough to bruise as he tried to control the speed and strength of her movement.
Slow. Steady. She whimpered and snarled and cursed in Italian. She fought him, and he held on. She used her body to try and force his hand, muscles and fingers and teeth. He finally released her long enough to let his fingers find her sex and stroke her as he rocked beneath her body. Only then did he let her ride him like she wanted, hard and quick and blinding as he felt her tighten in orgasm.
He got one glorious look at her face and body, bowed beneath the force of her own pleasure before she dragged him down into the void to join her.
Time stopped. Every nerve sang, and as she collapsed on top of him, mouth meeting his, in the depths of his ecstasy he could swear flesh melded into one, bringing her finally, blissfully, close enough to satisfy him.
Drowsy warmth wrapped them in heat, but Tommy still called on his power to lift the throw off the back of the couch and settled it over the two of them without moving a muscle. He was exhausted and happy, but the fatigue didn’t touch his power. He was never stronger than he was after they made love.
“Something’s changed. About…that.” He finally slurred lazily after a few minutes of quiet.
Her head lifted from his chest, features etched in a dubious frown.
“Yeah? How?”
Her tone was challenging, sharp. It made him smile.
“I think you actually got better at that while you were away.” He teased, grinning as she pouted at him and fumbled for a throw pillow to smack him in the face with.
“You turned into an asshole while I was gone. I hate you.”
“Liar.”
“…yeah, I am.” she admitted with a yawn, settling back down. “Love you.”
“Love you, too, babe.”
“Still wanna marry me?”
“Mmm-hmm.” His eyes fell shut. He felt dreamy and good…he always did fall asleep easily on this couch…
“Mmmm…good.”
Her cheek was warm, pressed against his breastbone as she hiked up the blanket and followed him as readily into sleep as he followed her into bliss.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 984
Before I go insane
Reach out and touch me
Boy don't you make me wait
I'm a diamond and you're so on the money
Reach out and touch me
And all I need is to feel you
Reach out and touch me
===================
NOTE: takes place Tommy's first night home from New York. This is also per
zee_ali's request...happy belated birthday, babe! I love you more than Joanie loves Chachi!!!! :PMay hadn’t been in bed more than five minutes when she jumped him.
It wasn’t the first time he’d touched her since she’d turned up in New York, but it was the first time in their home. She was off exploring the new house in her cutoffs and Control Freak t-shirt…which flew over the back of the couch and landed on the cushion beside him before Ziyah was there, walking around to straddle him.
Somewhere along the way, she’d lost the cutoffs as well.
“Zee…”
She silenced him with a kiss, and right then it might as well have been the first time as his body flushed and hardened beneath her. She smiled against his lips, vindicated as his hands found her waist, then slid up greedily to cover her breasts as he let his mouth fall open beneath hers and heard himself growl, half starved and aching to lose himself inside of her.
It wasn’t so much the fact that she was naked in his lap and rocking, one hand raking her nails over his ribs with just enough pressure to sting pleasantly, or the way she bit his lower lip and pressed into him, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. It wasn’t even being caught like this on the couch…he’d been subject more than once to her overpowering sexuality, and loved that he never did get used to it. He’d also been caught like this before. She liked to surprise him, shock him, make him uncomfortable and make him love it.
What excited him was the low lighting in the living room, a happy medium between ambiance and exhibitionism with the living room curtains drawn cleanly back. As she moved away and dragged him to his feet to help him strip off his sweats, the smell of dry desert air blended with baby powder and Glade covering the last traces of dog shit before she pushed him back down and crawled on top of him and her scent was all he could breathe in. It was the clothes now scattered around, May’s toys all over the floor mingling with the balls and rubber bones that belonged to the animals.
It was the feel of her skin beneath his hands versus the feel of the black corduroy couch digging into his back and his ass that thrilled him. It was touching her, claiming her wrapped in familiar warmth and comfort that came from privacy…which was nonexistent with the windows wide open.
Breaking the kiss, he could feel himself blushing. “Zee, don’t…”
“C’mon…what, it’s not just a little bit exciting?”
“It’s…uh…not. No.” he stammered, even though the heat in his face was rapidly fading. She had him on his back and she was leaning over him, hair loose and body as flushed as his. As she spoke, she was taking him into her hand, thumb caressing his shaft and making his breath catch with the sensation. She was guiding him into her, sinking down to take him all in…
It didn’t matter who saw. It didn’t matter she was ravaging him like a cat in heat. It only mattered that it was the ceiling of their house he could see just past her as she began to rock.
It mattered that it was the arm of his couch, their couch that he dug his head back into as he arched back with his eyes closed, destroyed by the way she clenched around him. Her lips found the column of his throat, kissing, licking, biting. His found her ear, her hair…he breathed her in, he drank her down as his hands slid down her back and over her ass, gripping hard enough to bruise as he tried to control the speed and strength of her movement.
Slow. Steady. She whimpered and snarled and cursed in Italian. She fought him, and he held on. She used her body to try and force his hand, muscles and fingers and teeth. He finally released her long enough to let his fingers find her sex and stroke her as he rocked beneath her body. Only then did he let her ride him like she wanted, hard and quick and blinding as he felt her tighten in orgasm.
He got one glorious look at her face and body, bowed beneath the force of her own pleasure before she dragged him down into the void to join her.
Time stopped. Every nerve sang, and as she collapsed on top of him, mouth meeting his, in the depths of his ecstasy he could swear flesh melded into one, bringing her finally, blissfully, close enough to satisfy him.
Drowsy warmth wrapped them in heat, but Tommy still called on his power to lift the throw off the back of the couch and settled it over the two of them without moving a muscle. He was exhausted and happy, but the fatigue didn’t touch his power. He was never stronger than he was after they made love.
“Something’s changed. About…that.” He finally slurred lazily after a few minutes of quiet.
Her head lifted from his chest, features etched in a dubious frown.
“Yeah? How?”
Her tone was challenging, sharp. It made him smile.
“I think you actually got better at that while you were away.” He teased, grinning as she pouted at him and fumbled for a throw pillow to smack him in the face with.
“You turned into an asshole while I was gone. I hate you.”
“Liar.”
“…yeah, I am.” she admitted with a yawn, settling back down. “Love you.”
“Love you, too, babe.”
“Still wanna marry me?”
“Mmm-hmm.” His eyes fell shut. He felt dreamy and good…he always did fall asleep easily on this couch…
“Mmmm…good.”
Her cheek was warm, pressed against his breastbone as she hiked up the blanket and followed him as readily into sleep as he followed her into bliss.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 984
