Screwing Around
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intheheartTitle: Screwing Around
Rating: R.
Summary: Gail and Nathan screw with each other.
Date: 1997
Notes: The dialogue popped into my head and made me write it, hence the total lack of point. I make no apologies for the terrible puns in the title and summary. I'm secretly twelve, okay?
She felt good, so good, dizzy and hot, reaching, just a little more...
"Ow!" The blankets flipped up to reveal her husband, looking unusually irritated for someone with her thighs around his ears. "Damn it, Gail, do you want me to go bald?"
Gail blinked at him, struggling back to reason. Her vision seemed to have gone a bit blurry around the edges. "Huh?"
"Quit pulling my hair," he said, enunciating clearly, "or I'll revoke your oral sex privileges."
"You wouldn't," she said, not at all alarmed, since she knew very well that it was one of his favorite activities in bed. One of hers, too, come to think of it...
He grinned at her. "Okay, probably not. But stop pulling my hair."
She folded her arms across her bare breasts and gave him a look much better deployed over the tops of her glasses. "I'll consider it. Now, finish what you start," she said, primly.
That got her another blazing grin, and his fingers dipping in a slow, twisting slide. "Oh, baby, you know how the teacher voice turns me on."
Stars burst behind her eyelids. "Keep that up," she gasped, "and you'll get more than the teacher voice."
Rating: R.
Summary: Gail and Nathan screw with each other.
Date: 1997
Notes: The dialogue popped into my head and made me write it, hence the total lack of point. I make no apologies for the terrible puns in the title and summary. I'm secretly twelve, okay?
She felt good, so good, dizzy and hot, reaching, just a little more...
"Ow!" The blankets flipped up to reveal her husband, looking unusually irritated for someone with her thighs around his ears. "Damn it, Gail, do you want me to go bald?"
Gail blinked at him, struggling back to reason. Her vision seemed to have gone a bit blurry around the edges. "Huh?"
"Quit pulling my hair," he said, enunciating clearly, "or I'll revoke your oral sex privileges."
"You wouldn't," she said, not at all alarmed, since she knew very well that it was one of his favorite activities in bed. One of hers, too, come to think of it...
He grinned at her. "Okay, probably not. But stop pulling my hair."
She folded her arms across her bare breasts and gave him a look much better deployed over the tops of her glasses. "I'll consider it. Now, finish what you start," she said, primly.
That got her another blazing grin, and his fingers dipping in a slow, twisting slide. "Oh, baby, you know how the teacher voice turns me on."
Stars burst behind her eyelids. "Keep that up," she gasped, "and you'll get more than the teacher voice."
