Latex, Leather, and Lace [Malin/Carla]
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hysteriaTitle: Latex, Leather, and Lace
Author:hysteria
Rating: R
Pairing: Malin Akerman/Carla Gugino, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Word Count: 942
Warnings: RPF? & slight exhibitionism and/or voyeurism.
Summary: Whoever said going to Conventions was boring, apparently hadn’t met the Watchmen cast.
A/N: Un-beta’d & shorter than planned.
Her face was light pink, she knew that; and she was sure whoever was paying attention in the crowd noticed it too. Her hips shifting back and forth probably should’ve given her away, but she was stressing to keep herself from moving so much you could see it in her upper body. The shifting wasn’t that big of a deal to the rest of the cast on stage, seeing as sitting in the last seat of the table had it’s perks, no one could really see what was going on underneath the table on her side; and Jeffrey, who was sitting next to Carla seemed so enveloped in his conversation he didn’t even give them a second glance.
So no one noticed when the hand up her skirt moved back and forth-- in and out, and it was one hell of a distraction from the slowly filling room. The finger pressing against her clit was something else though, more like a train wreck. She looked up at Carla, her eyes fluttering open and closed as her co-star pressed another finger inside of her; three to be exact. Carla looked back at her, a smile forming on the brunette’s lips; “Excited for it to start, Malin?” she swallowed and opted for nodding, not trusting her voice. The smile never faded, and her fingers never stopped moving even as she turned her head towards Jeffrey, pretending to be listening to what he and Patrick were talking about.
Carla’s fingers continued pressing deeper inside of her as her thumb pressed roughly against her clit, unmoving. When Malin moved to try and get friction against Carla’s hand, she removed her thumb and turned to face her again, “Not yet, it hasn’t even started yet honey.” she pressed her finger back down again, eliciting a stifled moan and the smile returned to her face. She kept her voice low, “Do you think Jeff has noticed yet? I mean you are moving quite a bit.” she leaned in close placing her lips against Malin’s ear, “You should quit fidgeting so much, you’ll give the fan boys the wrong idea.” Malin would’ve laughed if her throat wasn’t so dry, there was no wrong idea-- whatever they were fantasizing was probably going on right at that moment.
They’d been at the table for over an hour waiting on the rest of the commentators to finish their questions and overall ideas. Answering questions with a strained voice, gripping the table for the better half of the session, continuing the struggle to keep her hips still. She didn’t catch Jeffrey’s wandering eye when he was listening to Carla speak, none of which Malin bothered to listen to. She looked up just as he did, her eyes wide as he stared right at her, smirking at her obvious shock. He looked back at Carla, continuing to watch her as though he was listening to the conversation between her and the audience member, as though he hadn’t seen anything. She looked away from him and bit her lip hard, her fingertips turning white against the table as she rode out her orgasm, giving in and rolling her hips against Carla’s hand. She’d heard the laughter from the audience, assuming Carla had finished her question when she heard Zack begin to talk again, so when Carla turned to face her-- she was a little more than shocked when the older woman removed her hand from under her skirt and brought it to her lips. The brunette turned back to Jeff, as she ran her tongue across the first finger; smiling as Jeff’s lips parted in anticipation for the rest of the show.
Malin followed Jeff’s eye line to Carla’s hand and didn’t miss the shock in his eyes as she wiped the remainder of the fluid onto his pants, which were straining to contain his apparent erection. He licked his lips and looked up at Malin, the smile returning to his face as another question was directed at him-- his goofy demeanor returned giving the crowd a good laugh and a flash of teeth even as he palmed his hard on. The questioning went on for another few minutes before the host walked across the stage, microphone in hand “Thanks so much for coming everyone, let’s hear it one more time for the cast of Watchmen!” The crowd clapped and whistled as the cast smiled and laughed at the reaction. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend and return tomorrow for more panels.”
The cast rose at different paces, Malin’s eyes looking down at the small wet spot that had formed on her chair, luckily not leaving a spot on her skirt. She swallowed hard and rose, following Carla out of the crowd’s view and into the backstage, Zack looked around at the cast checking to see if everyone was in range before he spoke, “There’s going to be transportation back to the hotel in about an hour, they’re running late-- I’d just stick around the convention for the time being, sign some autographs, whatever.”
Carla and Malin stood to the side of the stage as Jeff moved to join them. “That was quite the show ladies.”
Carla laughed and smiled, “You thought that was the show? Sweetheart the show doesn’t start until we get back to the hotel, and I hope that you’ll do more than treat us like a spectator sport this time, huh.” she lifted her eyebrows in question.
“I’m all for participating, sweetheart.” looking at Carla before moving his eyes back to Malin who was still flushed from her orgasm, settling in for the longest hour of his life.
Author:
hysteriaRating: R
Pairing: Malin Akerman/Carla Gugino, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Word Count: 942
Warnings: RPF? & slight exhibitionism and/or voyeurism.
Summary: Whoever said going to Conventions was boring, apparently hadn’t met the Watchmen cast.
A/N: Un-beta’d & shorter than planned.
Her face was light pink, she knew that; and she was sure whoever was paying attention in the crowd noticed it too. Her hips shifting back and forth probably should’ve given her away, but she was stressing to keep herself from moving so much you could see it in her upper body. The shifting wasn’t that big of a deal to the rest of the cast on stage, seeing as sitting in the last seat of the table had it’s perks, no one could really see what was going on underneath the table on her side; and Jeffrey, who was sitting next to Carla seemed so enveloped in his conversation he didn’t even give them a second glance.
So no one noticed when the hand up her skirt moved back and forth-- in and out, and it was one hell of a distraction from the slowly filling room. The finger pressing against her clit was something else though, more like a train wreck. She looked up at Carla, her eyes fluttering open and closed as her co-star pressed another finger inside of her; three to be exact. Carla looked back at her, a smile forming on the brunette’s lips; “Excited for it to start, Malin?” she swallowed and opted for nodding, not trusting her voice. The smile never faded, and her fingers never stopped moving even as she turned her head towards Jeffrey, pretending to be listening to what he and Patrick were talking about.
Carla’s fingers continued pressing deeper inside of her as her thumb pressed roughly against her clit, unmoving. When Malin moved to try and get friction against Carla’s hand, she removed her thumb and turned to face her again, “Not yet, it hasn’t even started yet honey.” she pressed her finger back down again, eliciting a stifled moan and the smile returned to her face. She kept her voice low, “Do you think Jeff has noticed yet? I mean you are moving quite a bit.” she leaned in close placing her lips against Malin’s ear, “You should quit fidgeting so much, you’ll give the fan boys the wrong idea.” Malin would’ve laughed if her throat wasn’t so dry, there was no wrong idea-- whatever they were fantasizing was probably going on right at that moment.
They’d been at the table for over an hour waiting on the rest of the commentators to finish their questions and overall ideas. Answering questions with a strained voice, gripping the table for the better half of the session, continuing the struggle to keep her hips still. She didn’t catch Jeffrey’s wandering eye when he was listening to Carla speak, none of which Malin bothered to listen to. She looked up just as he did, her eyes wide as he stared right at her, smirking at her obvious shock. He looked back at Carla, continuing to watch her as though he was listening to the conversation between her and the audience member, as though he hadn’t seen anything. She looked away from him and bit her lip hard, her fingertips turning white against the table as she rode out her orgasm, giving in and rolling her hips against Carla’s hand. She’d heard the laughter from the audience, assuming Carla had finished her question when she heard Zack begin to talk again, so when Carla turned to face her-- she was a little more than shocked when the older woman removed her hand from under her skirt and brought it to her lips. The brunette turned back to Jeff, as she ran her tongue across the first finger; smiling as Jeff’s lips parted in anticipation for the rest of the show.
Malin followed Jeff’s eye line to Carla’s hand and didn’t miss the shock in his eyes as she wiped the remainder of the fluid onto his pants, which were straining to contain his apparent erection. He licked his lips and looked up at Malin, the smile returning to his face as another question was directed at him-- his goofy demeanor returned giving the crowd a good laugh and a flash of teeth even as he palmed his hard on. The questioning went on for another few minutes before the host walked across the stage, microphone in hand “Thanks so much for coming everyone, let’s hear it one more time for the cast of Watchmen!” The crowd clapped and whistled as the cast smiled and laughed at the reaction. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend and return tomorrow for more panels.”
The cast rose at different paces, Malin’s eyes looking down at the small wet spot that had formed on her chair, luckily not leaving a spot on her skirt. She swallowed hard and rose, following Carla out of the crowd’s view and into the backstage, Zack looked around at the cast checking to see if everyone was in range before he spoke, “There’s going to be transportation back to the hotel in about an hour, they’re running late-- I’d just stick around the convention for the time being, sign some autographs, whatever.”
Carla and Malin stood to the side of the stage as Jeff moved to join them. “That was quite the show ladies.”
Carla laughed and smiled, “You thought that was the show? Sweetheart the show doesn’t start until we get back to the hotel, and I hope that you’ll do more than treat us like a spectator sport this time, huh.” she lifted her eyebrows in question.
“I’m all for participating, sweetheart.” looking at Carla before moving his eyes back to Malin who was still flushed from her orgasm, settling in for the longest hour of his life.
