RPF ficlet post
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samsomTitle: When the Trailer's Rockin'
Pairing: CC/DB
Summary: Set during Untouched, David follows Charisma to her trailer to show her his etchings.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Product of my fevered imagination.
Notes: I could blame this on pregnancy hormones but then I'd be lying. I wrote this back in August, shared it with exactly two people, possibly three, and then lost it. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damnskippytoo, it made its way back to me. Thank you to her and starlet2367 for their encouragement.
~~
"You can't fire me. I'm Vision Girl."
Then she stuck out her tongue.
God.
That wasn't in the script. She was just supposed to say the line, dammit.
It takes everything I have to stay in character. I can't help the smile, though, but it seemed to fit Angel so thank God the director didn't yell cut and make us reshoot.
Fuck. I want her. My cock is hard enough to nail wood. Bite that tongue, suck on it for a while, hold her with a hand to the back of her head.
The take is done and the director calls the shoot a wrap.
I slump behind Cordelia's desk and wait it out. It doesn't take long to clear the set, everyone just wants to go home, because tomorrow is coming early enough.
She looks so good. I just wished they stopped making her wear those extensions. I know it gives her headaches. She hates the way they treat her, like a Barbie doll, the way they dress her sometimes, the way she's supposed to smile at every old creep that tours the sets. I hate it too.
Who the fuck is that she's smiling at? He's new.
When I'm sure I won't be giving any old ladies heart attacks with my hard on sticking through my pants, I slide out of Charisma's chair and follow her back to her trailer. The lights are going down and everyone's calling their goodnights.
Why don't I ask her out again? I can't remember the reasons, and it would be good publicity, right? To be seen with my co-star? Make people tune in.
Get those ratings up.
Fuck. I just want her, and I'm trying to make it about the good of the show.
I'm so gone.
I laugh as I knock softly at her door, waiting.
"Come in."
I slip inside before she realizes it's the Big Bad Wolf at her door, locking it behind me.
The interior is dim, only one lamp lit. Charisma is pulling her shirt from her pants when she looks up and sees me.
"David. What?" She smiles a little, but doesn't resume her undressing.
I smile and saunter forward, searching for an opening.
"Hey," I greet her, looking around. It's a small trailer but Chrissy loves it, because it's all hers, no sharing. She's hung her clothes in the door way and spread some potpourri over the countertops.
The picture of Damien is back up next to her bed.
"What's up?" She asks, grinning at me. I glance at her, at her mouth and suddenly my throat is dry and I can't find my tongue to speak. "David?" She questions, no doubt because of the bug eyed look I just popped.
I reach for her because I can show her better than I can tell her. One hand on the back of her skull, just like I imagined, and I pull her forward, into my mouth, moaning because she tastes so good.
She makes a surprised sound, her mouth opening, and I slide my tongue inside. Coffee and sugar. Oh yeah.
I'm lost in the kiss, lost in her fragrance and the feel of her body against mine that I'm apparently missing some signals.
Charisma pulls away from the kiss and shoves me back.
I'm so surprised, I fall back into a pile of clothes on her bed.
"What are you doing?" She stands like a school teacher, hands on her hips, and fuck, I want her more just because she looks like such a priss.
"What's it look like?" I ask, putting a little pout in it.
I used to be able to make Aly flush and stutter with this look, but Charisma, she doesn't even blink.
"Sexually harrassing a co-worker?" She offers, crossing her arms over her chest.
I sit up on her bed and reach for her, grasping her around the hips. She's made so lush, curves everywhere and she's not too skinny. I love that. She likes to eat and even though she exercises, it's not obsessively. Girls with hipbones jamming me in the thigh stopped being sexy even before I got to Hollywood. Charisma has muscle mass, she's strong from rock climbing and swimming, not because she lifts dumb bells for an hour a day.
A guy's girl.
My girl.
My breath catches, just like the first time I saw her, and I think maybe it can work. I just have to convince her.
"Come 'ere," I say, cajoling. I run my palm around her waist, pulling her even closer and she comes, reluctantly.
"David. No." She whispers.
"Charisma, yes," I smile, sliding up to stand in front of her, brushing her breasts as I cup her rib cage. I lean down for a kiss, and she pulls back.
"I'm back with Damien," she confesses needlessly.
It bothers me. I won't pretend it doesn't. Damien always bothered me, stringing Chari along for years, depending on her to get him through school. He didn't deserve her.
I drop my head a bit, disappointment eating me up.
Her breath is warm on my cheek, soothing the sting.
"I still want you," I nuzzle her cheek, not willing to give up even the little I had of her, taking heart in the fact that she hasn't tossed me across the floor. "I always want you."
It's not helping, that confession. I said it when I was married to Ingrid, the first time we slept together, and single handedly proved to her that I wasn't trustworthy. I know she thinks I can't be faithful. What she doesn't understand is that she's the only woman that makes me even consider cheating.
I press my mouth against hers, licking her lips.
"You can't say you don't want me, Chari," I say it knowing I can seduce her into being with me, even if she doesn't really want it.
She shakes her head, trying to deny it, but she's as truthful to herself, at least, as her character is.
"I do," she whispers it against my mouth, and lets me in, her hands falling around my arms.
I take the kiss she offers, sucking on the tongue she stuck out at me earlier, driving her back against the counter as she moans in my mouth. I'm harder than I ever thought I could be, rubbing myself against her hips, feeling her response like sweetness and heat.
I turn her around and drop her down on top of the bed, and we pull our clothes off, hardly breaking the kiss.
In less than a minute we're both naked, alone in a trailer that sits on a mostly empty lot, feeling alone in a way that only happens when I'm with her.
I keep sucking on her tongue as I settle my hips over hers, sliding inside her hot body, nearly coming from the feel of her. "You're so good. So beautiful. I want you all the time."
I know I'm babbling but I can't stop. I think I'm okay most times, when we're joking around the set, when things are light and simple. I just have to remember that we're friends, that it's supposed to be over. But she'll do something, something stupid like sticking out her tongue at me, and I'm gone all over again.
She does that to me, and she does it without trying. Maybe that's why I'm such a fucking flirt, why I chase other women, because I'm so scared of this power she has over me, and my emotions, and my body.
No one should have this kind of hold on someone.
She grabs my hands and I twist our fingers together, gasping as she takes me deeper, wrapping her legs around my waist, driving up into my thrusts.
"David," she moans urgently, running her tongue along my throat, licking my skin. "Fuck me."
The goddamned bed is squeaking and if there's anyone left on the lot, they'll hear it. We're not trying to be quiet and the walls are paper thin. I angle my hip, hitting her clit with every thrust because I'm gonna come hard, very soon and I want her to come with me.
Cheesy, yes, but I'll know she won't have an orgasm with Damien from now on without remembering the one we'll have together.
I speed up, leveling up on my elbows so I don't crush her, and she arches her back, making sounds that tells me she's about to come. I reach down, rub her clit, and let go.
She comes a second before I do, falling over the abyss into the dark with me where it's just the two of us and our bodies, where everything is perfect.
For just a few minutes.
I'm not looking forward to afterwards. That's when it always gets rough.
Pairing: CC/DB
Summary: Set during Untouched, David follows Charisma to her trailer to show her his etchings.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Product of my fevered imagination.
Notes: I could blame this on pregnancy hormones but then I'd be lying. I wrote this back in August, shared it with exactly two people, possibly three, and then lost it. Thanks to
damnskippytoo, it made its way back to me. Thank you to her and starlet2367 for their encouragement. ~~
"You can't fire me. I'm Vision Girl."
Then she stuck out her tongue.
God.
That wasn't in the script. She was just supposed to say the line, dammit.
It takes everything I have to stay in character. I can't help the smile, though, but it seemed to fit Angel so thank God the director didn't yell cut and make us reshoot.
Fuck. I want her. My cock is hard enough to nail wood. Bite that tongue, suck on it for a while, hold her with a hand to the back of her head.
The take is done and the director calls the shoot a wrap.
I slump behind Cordelia's desk and wait it out. It doesn't take long to clear the set, everyone just wants to go home, because tomorrow is coming early enough.
She looks so good. I just wished they stopped making her wear those extensions. I know it gives her headaches. She hates the way they treat her, like a Barbie doll, the way they dress her sometimes, the way she's supposed to smile at every old creep that tours the sets. I hate it too.
Who the fuck is that she's smiling at? He's new.
When I'm sure I won't be giving any old ladies heart attacks with my hard on sticking through my pants, I slide out of Charisma's chair and follow her back to her trailer. The lights are going down and everyone's calling their goodnights.
Why don't I ask her out again? I can't remember the reasons, and it would be good publicity, right? To be seen with my co-star? Make people tune in.
Get those ratings up.
Fuck. I just want her, and I'm trying to make it about the good of the show.
I'm so gone.
I laugh as I knock softly at her door, waiting.
"Come in."
I slip inside before she realizes it's the Big Bad Wolf at her door, locking it behind me.
The interior is dim, only one lamp lit. Charisma is pulling her shirt from her pants when she looks up and sees me.
"David. What?" She smiles a little, but doesn't resume her undressing.
I smile and saunter forward, searching for an opening.
"Hey," I greet her, looking around. It's a small trailer but Chrissy loves it, because it's all hers, no sharing. She's hung her clothes in the door way and spread some potpourri over the countertops.
The picture of Damien is back up next to her bed.
"What's up?" She asks, grinning at me. I glance at her, at her mouth and suddenly my throat is dry and I can't find my tongue to speak. "David?" She questions, no doubt because of the bug eyed look I just popped.
I reach for her because I can show her better than I can tell her. One hand on the back of her skull, just like I imagined, and I pull her forward, into my mouth, moaning because she tastes so good.
She makes a surprised sound, her mouth opening, and I slide my tongue inside. Coffee and sugar. Oh yeah.
I'm lost in the kiss, lost in her fragrance and the feel of her body against mine that I'm apparently missing some signals.
Charisma pulls away from the kiss and shoves me back.
I'm so surprised, I fall back into a pile of clothes on her bed.
"What are you doing?" She stands like a school teacher, hands on her hips, and fuck, I want her more just because she looks like such a priss.
"What's it look like?" I ask, putting a little pout in it.
I used to be able to make Aly flush and stutter with this look, but Charisma, she doesn't even blink.
"Sexually harrassing a co-worker?" She offers, crossing her arms over her chest.
I sit up on her bed and reach for her, grasping her around the hips. She's made so lush, curves everywhere and she's not too skinny. I love that. She likes to eat and even though she exercises, it's not obsessively. Girls with hipbones jamming me in the thigh stopped being sexy even before I got to Hollywood. Charisma has muscle mass, she's strong from rock climbing and swimming, not because she lifts dumb bells for an hour a day.
A guy's girl.
My girl.
My breath catches, just like the first time I saw her, and I think maybe it can work. I just have to convince her.
"Come 'ere," I say, cajoling. I run my palm around her waist, pulling her even closer and she comes, reluctantly.
"David. No." She whispers.
"Charisma, yes," I smile, sliding up to stand in front of her, brushing her breasts as I cup her rib cage. I lean down for a kiss, and she pulls back.
"I'm back with Damien," she confesses needlessly.
It bothers me. I won't pretend it doesn't. Damien always bothered me, stringing Chari along for years, depending on her to get him through school. He didn't deserve her.
I drop my head a bit, disappointment eating me up.
Her breath is warm on my cheek, soothing the sting.
"I still want you," I nuzzle her cheek, not willing to give up even the little I had of her, taking heart in the fact that she hasn't tossed me across the floor. "I always want you."
It's not helping, that confession. I said it when I was married to Ingrid, the first time we slept together, and single handedly proved to her that I wasn't trustworthy. I know she thinks I can't be faithful. What she doesn't understand is that she's the only woman that makes me even consider cheating.
I press my mouth against hers, licking her lips.
"You can't say you don't want me, Chari," I say it knowing I can seduce her into being with me, even if she doesn't really want it.
She shakes her head, trying to deny it, but she's as truthful to herself, at least, as her character is.
"I do," she whispers it against my mouth, and lets me in, her hands falling around my arms.
I take the kiss she offers, sucking on the tongue she stuck out at me earlier, driving her back against the counter as she moans in my mouth. I'm harder than I ever thought I could be, rubbing myself against her hips, feeling her response like sweetness and heat.
I turn her around and drop her down on top of the bed, and we pull our clothes off, hardly breaking the kiss.
In less than a minute we're both naked, alone in a trailer that sits on a mostly empty lot, feeling alone in a way that only happens when I'm with her.
I keep sucking on her tongue as I settle my hips over hers, sliding inside her hot body, nearly coming from the feel of her. "You're so good. So beautiful. I want you all the time."
I know I'm babbling but I can't stop. I think I'm okay most times, when we're joking around the set, when things are light and simple. I just have to remember that we're friends, that it's supposed to be over. But she'll do something, something stupid like sticking out her tongue at me, and I'm gone all over again.
She does that to me, and she does it without trying. Maybe that's why I'm such a fucking flirt, why I chase other women, because I'm so scared of this power she has over me, and my emotions, and my body.
No one should have this kind of hold on someone.
She grabs my hands and I twist our fingers together, gasping as she takes me deeper, wrapping her legs around my waist, driving up into my thrusts.
"David," she moans urgently, running her tongue along my throat, licking my skin. "Fuck me."
The goddamned bed is squeaking and if there's anyone left on the lot, they'll hear it. We're not trying to be quiet and the walls are paper thin. I angle my hip, hitting her clit with every thrust because I'm gonna come hard, very soon and I want her to come with me.
Cheesy, yes, but I'll know she won't have an orgasm with Damien from now on without remembering the one we'll have together.
I speed up, leveling up on my elbows so I don't crush her, and she arches her back, making sounds that tells me she's about to come. I reach down, rub her clit, and let go.
She comes a second before I do, falling over the abyss into the dark with me where it's just the two of us and our bodies, where everything is perfect.
For just a few minutes.
I'm not looking forward to afterwards. That's when it always gets rough.
