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fickle_obsessedFandom Being Human
Pairing Annie Sawyer/John Mitchell
Prompt Sex toys (non-penetrating)
Rating PG-15
Word Count 1020
“And a parcel for Mitchell,” George says throwing it at him across the kitchen table. “Anything interesting?”
Mitchell tucks it into his jacket and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“You can tell us if it’s another graphic novel, you know. We’ll only take the mick a bit.”
“It’s nothing you’d be interested in. Anyway shouldn’t you be at work?”
Half an hour later he and Annie are in his room, the parcel open between them. “Well I can see why you didn’t want George to know what it was,” she says, twisting the device in her hands. “I’m not entirely sure I understand myself. I mean…what’s the point?”
“Well I think strictly speaking it’s designed to give women orgasms. They’re quite popular apparently.”
Annie rolls her eyes. “In this context I mean. What’s the point in it for me? For us?”
“Well I thought, you know, since you can’t take your clothes off maybe you wouldn’t have to. Maybe it’d work through your clothes. Figured it was worth a try at least.”
“I thought we’d decided we were going to give up on the sex thing. After…after what happened when we tried that threesome?”
“Well yeah, but this is different, isn’t it? I mean I wouldn’t actually be having sex, there’d be no danger to anyone. I wouldn’t lose control and even if I did it’s not like I can hurt you. I just thought it might be nice, for you. I don’t even have to be involved if you don’t want me to be.”
“It might not work,” she says, fingers tracing over the shape of the vibrator, over the nose and ears of the rabbit. It would probably be less heartbreaking to never orgasm than to try it and find out she never could. It’s bad enough knowing she’ll never get to have sex again especially considering how much she actually wants to, finally.
“Listen, Annie. It was just a thought. If you don’t want to try it then you don’t have to. What if…I just nip out? Leave you to it for a while? See how you feel?”
“Mitchell.” He’s much too lovely. Much too kind and considerate and it’s so much to get used to after Owen. “What if-what if you just go down stairs and I’ll um…call you if I think…” She’s sure she’s blushing which is ridiculous because a) she ‘s dead and b) this is Mitchell. Her best friend, her hero, her lover.
“If you think?” he presses.
“If I think it’s working.”
He leans in to kiss her for just a second. “And if this fails I’ll tell you about plan C.”
“Plan C?”
“You know how you can feel via another person?” He asks with a dirty little smirk.
It takes her a moment to realise what he’s getting at, in fact she can already hear him walking down the stairs.
Annie reminds herself that she can feel things. That that hasn’t changed with her invisibility. The only thing in her way is the clothing that she can’t remove and perhaps Mitchell’s right, perhaps that won’t matter. It’s only a couple of thin layers of fabric after all.
After a couple of minutes she presses one of the little buttons, keeping her thumb lightly against the ears. She presses it again, and again, the speed increasing, but not the intensity she notes. Still it’ll be fine. It’ll work. Although plan C isn’t the worse she’s ever heard, or not heard in this case.
Closing her eyes she lays back on Mitchell’s bed, and slowly moves the vibrator down, over her breasts, focusing on her nipples through three layers of fabric. She can feel it though, can feel her nipples hardening and the familiar throb between her legs. But then she’s felt that throb plenty of times, especially since she and Mitchell decided they wanted to be more than friends, the question is whether she’ll be able to do anything about it.
Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position she moves the rabbit down further, focusing all her concentration on the feeling of the vibrations running down her body, keeping track of the feeling even through her clothes in the hope it’ll work as Mitchell intended.
She finds herself wondering how much research Mitchell did as she positions the vibrator against herself. It fits perfectly against her, the rabbit ears laying either side of her clit. And she can feel it. Even through her leggings and knickers. She can feel vibrations curling her toes inside her boots and she calls Mitchell without even realising she’s done it, her tone needy and strained which has him running up the stairs already pulling off his t-shirt because it just feels right.
And there she is. His gorgeous girlfriend splayed on his bed, eyes closed, bottom lip between her teeth and her hips lifted up from the bed, back arched to get closer to the little rabbit between her legs and even though she’s still completely clothed it’s still one of the hottest things he’s seen in decades.
She knows, he’s there. Even through the pounding of blood in her ears she heard the door open and she’s sure she can sense him. She says his name again as she comes harder than she ever has, fingers curling around the vibrator as she thrusts against it, opening her eyes against the flashing lights behind her eyelids to see his face, his body and dear god it helps. It keeps her going, keeps her holding the rabbit against her body until finally, finally she lets go, leaving it vibrating on the bed between her legs.
“It worked then?” he asks, sliding onto the bed beside her, putting his arm around her and pulling her close.
She can’t quite speak, too busy trying to catch her breath, something which only strikes her as slightly odd in her post-orgasmic haze.
He holds onto her for a couple of minutes, enjoying the little moans of the aftermath of her climax until finally she pulls herself together enough to be able to speak again.
“I still quite fancy trying plan C.”
Pairing Annie Sawyer/John Mitchell
Prompt Sex toys (non-penetrating)
Rating PG-15
Word Count 1020
“And a parcel for Mitchell,” George says throwing it at him across the kitchen table. “Anything interesting?”
Mitchell tucks it into his jacket and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“You can tell us if it’s another graphic novel, you know. We’ll only take the mick a bit.”
“It’s nothing you’d be interested in. Anyway shouldn’t you be at work?”
Half an hour later he and Annie are in his room, the parcel open between them. “Well I can see why you didn’t want George to know what it was,” she says, twisting the device in her hands. “I’m not entirely sure I understand myself. I mean…what’s the point?”
“Well I think strictly speaking it’s designed to give women orgasms. They’re quite popular apparently.”
Annie rolls her eyes. “In this context I mean. What’s the point in it for me? For us?”
“Well I thought, you know, since you can’t take your clothes off maybe you wouldn’t have to. Maybe it’d work through your clothes. Figured it was worth a try at least.”
“I thought we’d decided we were going to give up on the sex thing. After…after what happened when we tried that threesome?”
“Well yeah, but this is different, isn’t it? I mean I wouldn’t actually be having sex, there’d be no danger to anyone. I wouldn’t lose control and even if I did it’s not like I can hurt you. I just thought it might be nice, for you. I don’t even have to be involved if you don’t want me to be.”
“It might not work,” she says, fingers tracing over the shape of the vibrator, over the nose and ears of the rabbit. It would probably be less heartbreaking to never orgasm than to try it and find out she never could. It’s bad enough knowing she’ll never get to have sex again especially considering how much she actually wants to, finally.
“Listen, Annie. It was just a thought. If you don’t want to try it then you don’t have to. What if…I just nip out? Leave you to it for a while? See how you feel?”
“Mitchell.” He’s much too lovely. Much too kind and considerate and it’s so much to get used to after Owen. “What if-what if you just go down stairs and I’ll um…call you if I think…” She’s sure she’s blushing which is ridiculous because a) she ‘s dead and b) this is Mitchell. Her best friend, her hero, her lover.
“If you think?” he presses.
“If I think it’s working.”
He leans in to kiss her for just a second. “And if this fails I’ll tell you about plan C.”
“Plan C?”
“You know how you can feel via another person?” He asks with a dirty little smirk.
It takes her a moment to realise what he’s getting at, in fact she can already hear him walking down the stairs.
Annie reminds herself that she can feel things. That that hasn’t changed with her invisibility. The only thing in her way is the clothing that she can’t remove and perhaps Mitchell’s right, perhaps that won’t matter. It’s only a couple of thin layers of fabric after all.
After a couple of minutes she presses one of the little buttons, keeping her thumb lightly against the ears. She presses it again, and again, the speed increasing, but not the intensity she notes. Still it’ll be fine. It’ll work. Although plan C isn’t the worse she’s ever heard, or not heard in this case.
Closing her eyes she lays back on Mitchell’s bed, and slowly moves the vibrator down, over her breasts, focusing on her nipples through three layers of fabric. She can feel it though, can feel her nipples hardening and the familiar throb between her legs. But then she’s felt that throb plenty of times, especially since she and Mitchell decided they wanted to be more than friends, the question is whether she’ll be able to do anything about it.
Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position she moves the rabbit down further, focusing all her concentration on the feeling of the vibrations running down her body, keeping track of the feeling even through her clothes in the hope it’ll work as Mitchell intended.
She finds herself wondering how much research Mitchell did as she positions the vibrator against herself. It fits perfectly against her, the rabbit ears laying either side of her clit. And she can feel it. Even through her leggings and knickers. She can feel vibrations curling her toes inside her boots and she calls Mitchell without even realising she’s done it, her tone needy and strained which has him running up the stairs already pulling off his t-shirt because it just feels right.
And there she is. His gorgeous girlfriend splayed on his bed, eyes closed, bottom lip between her teeth and her hips lifted up from the bed, back arched to get closer to the little rabbit between her legs and even though she’s still completely clothed it’s still one of the hottest things he’s seen in decades.
She knows, he’s there. Even through the pounding of blood in her ears she heard the door open and she’s sure she can sense him. She says his name again as she comes harder than she ever has, fingers curling around the vibrator as she thrusts against it, opening her eyes against the flashing lights behind her eyelids to see his face, his body and dear god it helps. It keeps her going, keeps her holding the rabbit against her body until finally, finally she lets go, leaving it vibrating on the bed between her legs.
“It worked then?” he asks, sliding onto the bed beside her, putting his arm around her and pulling her close.
She can’t quite speak, too busy trying to catch her breath, something which only strikes her as slightly odd in her post-orgasmic haze.
He holds onto her for a couple of minutes, enjoying the little moans of the aftermath of her climax until finally she pulls herself together enough to be able to speak again.
“I still quite fancy trying plan C.”
