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Dec. 31st, 2011 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fickle_obsessedPairing: Sue Denim/Alex Zane (all of them)
Word Count: All 100
Rating: Nothing above R, if that.
It’s a mark of possession really, the dark bruise on the side of his neck. He stands and examines it in the mirror, turns his head this way and that to get a better look. It could be easily hidden, if he was filming today he imagines he’d get told off by make-up as they covered the offending mark with concealer, hiding Sue’s handiwork. And that would be the only part he’d care about. He enjoys the reminder, the tender spot where her mouth and teeth were the night before, savage and passionate. He could hide it, but he won’t.
“So The Suenicorn?”
“I know, I know. You do a couple of photoshoots dressed as a unicorn and suddenly it’s a thing.”
“Plus Sue and the Unicorn.”
“Yeah but in that case I’m not the unicorn, am I?”
“So do you still…have horn?”
“Are we still talking about unicorns here or..?”
“Still talking about unicorns, yeah. But I’ll take an answer to either.”
“You’d never violate such a symbol of purity and innocence would you, Alexander?”
“Violate’s such a strong term.”
“Touch up?”
“Oh I’d absolutely touch up a unicorn, no problem! So have you?”
“Probably. Somewhere.”
“Go look then.”
It’s far too normal really, almost to the point of being ordinary. His suits are not brightly coloured, not extravagantly designed. There are no unusual embellishments. They‘re not made from exciting material. They’re possibly a little more narrowly cut than most but then they’d have to be to fit him. In a world of unisex clothing, with her fetish for men in skirts, it is so utterly, traditionally masculine, it goes against everything she thought she believed in, but the sight of Alex Zane in his three piece suits is, and will forever be, the sexiest thing she’s ever seen.
“And this…” he says grandly, “is my bedroom.” He bundles her inside and shuts the door behind them. They’re not even staying here but there’s just something about the idea of snogging his girlfriend in his childhood room whilst his mum’s downstairs that’s just sexy. “If these walls could talk.”
“I’d be regaled with stories about epic games of Dungeons and Dragons and you touching yourself?”
“If these walls could lie.”
Pushing him down on his bed she straddles him, “I’ve not done it in a single bed since I was 18.”
“Can we keep it down though? Mum’s downstairs.”
The sudden jolt of pain between her legs is new and unexpected, making her leg tighten around his, gasp and moan at the sensation.
“Okay?” He kisses her before she can answer, hand still between her legs. Fingers moving inside her purposefully, thumb moving lightly against her.
“Again.” She’s on the edge, so close to can almost feel it but just out of reach.
His free hand slaps lightly against her stretched taut around his fingers.
“Harder.”
And again. The pain mingles with the pleasure, sharp and clear as he continues until finally she’s coming harder than she can remember.
Word Count: All 100
Rating: Nothing above R, if that.
It’s a mark of possession really, the dark bruise on the side of his neck. He stands and examines it in the mirror, turns his head this way and that to get a better look. It could be easily hidden, if he was filming today he imagines he’d get told off by make-up as they covered the offending mark with concealer, hiding Sue’s handiwork. And that would be the only part he’d care about. He enjoys the reminder, the tender spot where her mouth and teeth were the night before, savage and passionate. He could hide it, but he won’t.
“So The Suenicorn?”
“I know, I know. You do a couple of photoshoots dressed as a unicorn and suddenly it’s a thing.”
“Plus Sue and the Unicorn.”
“Yeah but in that case I’m not the unicorn, am I?”
“So do you still…have horn?”
“Are we still talking about unicorns here or..?”
“Still talking about unicorns, yeah. But I’ll take an answer to either.”
“You’d never violate such a symbol of purity and innocence would you, Alexander?”
“Violate’s such a strong term.”
“Touch up?”
“Oh I’d absolutely touch up a unicorn, no problem! So have you?”
“Probably. Somewhere.”
“Go look then.”
It’s far too normal really, almost to the point of being ordinary. His suits are not brightly coloured, not extravagantly designed. There are no unusual embellishments. They‘re not made from exciting material. They’re possibly a little more narrowly cut than most but then they’d have to be to fit him. In a world of unisex clothing, with her fetish for men in skirts, it is so utterly, traditionally masculine, it goes against everything she thought she believed in, but the sight of Alex Zane in his three piece suits is, and will forever be, the sexiest thing she’s ever seen.
“And this…” he says grandly, “is my bedroom.” He bundles her inside and shuts the door behind them. They’re not even staying here but there’s just something about the idea of snogging his girlfriend in his childhood room whilst his mum’s downstairs that’s just sexy. “If these walls could talk.”
“I’d be regaled with stories about epic games of Dungeons and Dragons and you touching yourself?”
“If these walls could lie.”
Pushing him down on his bed she straddles him, “I’ve not done it in a single bed since I was 18.”
“Can we keep it down though? Mum’s downstairs.”
The sudden jolt of pain between her legs is new and unexpected, making her leg tighten around his, gasp and moan at the sensation.
“Okay?” He kisses her before she can answer, hand still between her legs. Fingers moving inside her purposefully, thumb moving lightly against her.
“Again.” She’s on the edge, so close to can almost feel it but just out of reach.
His free hand slaps lightly against her stretched taut around his fingers.
“Harder.”
And again. The pain mingles with the pleasure, sharp and clear as he continues until finally she’s coming harder than she can remember.
