A Little On The Rough Side
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amfiguree[Het] [Cruel Intentions RPF] [Sarah Michelle Gellar/Ryan Philippe, because these two are just so, damn hot. And for all those who haven't watched Cruel Intentions? Your loss] [NC-17]
A Little On The Rough Side
“Okay, people, it’s a wrap.”
Those were probably the words she’d been waiting for all day. She rolled her neck to a side, smoothing the kinks out. From a corner of her eye, she caught Ryan kissing Reese’s cheek, and she turned away, inwardly rolling her eyes at and gagging at the oh-so-sweet dynamic of their relationship.
She stood, heading for the unisex toilet on the set. She’d barely gotten the cubicle door closer, however, when it was forcibly opened, and a strong arm circled her waist; another was resting comfortably on her shoulder, hand gently clapped over her mouth.
She struggled slightly, panic-stricken, till a familiar voice whispered in her ear, “You know, I get sick of having to always be the only one affected by your sexual innuendos in the damn movie.”
Then, before she could fully register what was happening, she was pressed against the wall, Ryan’s mouth exploring her skin, his hands seeking warm flesh under her shirt, his eyes searching her face, letting his lips curve upwards as she groaned with pleasure, welcoming the different sensations attacking her body.
He paused, momentarily, as she pushed at his chest, breaking contact with her flushed lips. “Wait,” she was gasping for air, and he waited for her to get herself under control, his fingers still splayed idly on her bare stomach, soothing her skin with soft touches. “I’m not in this for commitment. I’ve got Freddie, and you’ve got-”
He growled, cutting her off with a bruising kiss, before shifting his attention to her neck, “Shut up and let me fuck you.”
His words dragged a sharp intake of breath from her throat as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, muttering curses under her breath, her hands shaking as he continued nipping at her neck. She gave up, finally, when he trailed his tongue across her earlobe, and slipped her hands into his hair, urging him closer, fingering the silky strands, slightly damp with sweat, letting her hand fall backwards as his lips slid lower her neck, to the hem of her v-necked shirt, his fingers all but tearing the cloth from her body, and then working on the clasp of her bra.
His breath warmed her neck as he stroked her bare back and she groaned, moving her hands lower to unfasten his belt, watching his jeans fall slightly down his hips. She stroked him teasingly, and his hand jerked on her back as he hissed, thrusting into her hand. He shut his eyes and let his chin fall on her shoulder, moaning, pressed against her palm.
Then she pushed him away.
He lost his balance, stumbling slightly, before he glared at her. “Sarah, what the fuck?”
“Reese.” Sarah’s eyes were wide, filled with guilt and regret. But regret at what, Ryan couldn’t be sure. But it was the expression of those eyes that made him wince, letting the fact that his girlfriend was there slowly sink into his head.
Muttering obscenities to himself, Ryan hitched his jeans back up, and turned to meet Reese’s horror-filled gaze. “Reese, baby…”
Sarah pulled her shirt on as Ryan faltered, moving quietly out of the way, watching as emotions washed over Reese’s face.
“Don’t. I don’t want to know what you were doing.”
Ryan watched as Reese all but ran out of the toilet, sighing deeply.
“Aren’t you going after her?”
Ryan turned to look at Sarah, watched as she played with the hem of her shirt, eyes darting everywhere, looking at anything but him. Then he leant down, and kissed her, gently.
He shook his head, smiling a little maliciously, when they broke apart to breathe. “I never liked how the movie ended.”
“I think it’s time we added a little twist to the movie, hmm?”
His only reply was losing himself in their tangle of limbs, moments later, as he pressed a soothing kiss to her neck.
-fin-
A Little On The Rough Side
“Okay, people, it’s a wrap.”
Those were probably the words she’d been waiting for all day. She rolled her neck to a side, smoothing the kinks out. From a corner of her eye, she caught Ryan kissing Reese’s cheek, and she turned away, inwardly rolling her eyes at and gagging at the oh-so-sweet dynamic of their relationship.
She stood, heading for the unisex toilet on the set. She’d barely gotten the cubicle door closer, however, when it was forcibly opened, and a strong arm circled her waist; another was resting comfortably on her shoulder, hand gently clapped over her mouth.
She struggled slightly, panic-stricken, till a familiar voice whispered in her ear, “You know, I get sick of having to always be the only one affected by your sexual innuendos in the damn movie.”
Then, before she could fully register what was happening, she was pressed against the wall, Ryan’s mouth exploring her skin, his hands seeking warm flesh under her shirt, his eyes searching her face, letting his lips curve upwards as she groaned with pleasure, welcoming the different sensations attacking her body.
He paused, momentarily, as she pushed at his chest, breaking contact with her flushed lips. “Wait,” she was gasping for air, and he waited for her to get herself under control, his fingers still splayed idly on her bare stomach, soothing her skin with soft touches. “I’m not in this for commitment. I’ve got Freddie, and you’ve got-”
He growled, cutting her off with a bruising kiss, before shifting his attention to her neck, “Shut up and let me fuck you.”
His words dragged a sharp intake of breath from her throat as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, muttering curses under her breath, her hands shaking as he continued nipping at her neck. She gave up, finally, when he trailed his tongue across her earlobe, and slipped her hands into his hair, urging him closer, fingering the silky strands, slightly damp with sweat, letting her hand fall backwards as his lips slid lower her neck, to the hem of her v-necked shirt, his fingers all but tearing the cloth from her body, and then working on the clasp of her bra.
His breath warmed her neck as he stroked her bare back and she groaned, moving her hands lower to unfasten his belt, watching his jeans fall slightly down his hips. She stroked him teasingly, and his hand jerked on her back as he hissed, thrusting into her hand. He shut his eyes and let his chin fall on her shoulder, moaning, pressed against her palm.
Then she pushed him away.
He lost his balance, stumbling slightly, before he glared at her. “Sarah, what the fuck?”
“Reese.” Sarah’s eyes were wide, filled with guilt and regret. But regret at what, Ryan couldn’t be sure. But it was the expression of those eyes that made him wince, letting the fact that his girlfriend was there slowly sink into his head.
Muttering obscenities to himself, Ryan hitched his jeans back up, and turned to meet Reese’s horror-filled gaze. “Reese, baby…”
Sarah pulled her shirt on as Ryan faltered, moving quietly out of the way, watching as emotions washed over Reese’s face.
“Don’t. I don’t want to know what you were doing.”
Ryan watched as Reese all but ran out of the toilet, sighing deeply.
“Aren’t you going after her?”
Ryan turned to look at Sarah, watched as she played with the hem of her shirt, eyes darting everywhere, looking at anything but him. Then he leant down, and kissed her, gently.
He shook his head, smiling a little maliciously, when they broke apart to breathe. “I never liked how the movie ended.”
“I think it’s time we added a little twist to the movie, hmm?”
His only reply was losing himself in their tangle of limbs, moments later, as he pressed a soothing kiss to her neck.
-fin-
