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24 March 2009 @ 04:28 pm
can't break this spell {melissa george/david anders}  
Title: can't break this spell
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: RPF
Pairing: Melissa George/David Anders
Word Count: 533
Warnings: Graphic sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: She could almost feel herself slipping back into Lauren's persona, the one that shared the same bed with David's Sark just before she got herself into this sticky situation.
Notes: I promised this fic for dreameaters forever and a day ago and FINALLY got it finished. It's not much, but it is.


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She had always thought it was such an exaggeration, but it wasn't until now that she realized just how possible it really was to have your head swimming with emotions. No, swimming was an understatement. She was drowning in waves of something she couldn't quite explain. She even thought she could hear the waves crashing over her brain, but then the realization struck that it was only his breathe falling heavy against her neck and her own catching in her throat from the shock of being pinned against the door the minute she walked into her trailer.

David had always seemed so gentle, such a goof, so unlike the character he portrayed. But this... this was full-on Sark. She could almost feel herself slipping back into Lauren's persona, the one that shared the same bed with David's Sark just before she got herself into this sticky situation. Not that it took much to lose herself to him the second he advanced on her. She was finding it quite difficult to keep up an air of professionalism when the most that separated them was a comforter, had to keep reminding herself that the cameras were rolling and no, that should not have turned her on as much as it did.

A slight whimper fluttered out of her throat and her head hit the door when he slipped a hand under her panties.

"Too fast?"

She barely heard him through the blood pounding in her ears. His fingers pushed deeper, up into her, and all she could manage was a slight shake of her head.

"No." She slid her hand down on top of his. "Not fast enough."

"Melissa," he purred, and she loved the way he appeared so surprised and so aroused as she urged him on, one hand inside her own pants and the other tugging him closer by the waistband of his.

"I want you." She undid his fly. "Inside." Yanked them down around his ankles. "Now."

He complied, pushing her pants and panties down in one fluid motion. She practically jumped into his arms as he pushed inside, filling her and pushing a sigh so far up it lodged in her throat. Each thrust had her blood pumping harder (and it wasn't to her head). Her heels dug into his back and she clawed at his shoulders, not nearly as surprised as she should be that it spurred him on faster.

HIs fingers clawed at her rear and pulled her closer, making her clench harder at his shoulders as he filled her completely over and over again. She locked her ankles together, squeezing and keeping his hips locked against hers as all the emotions she tried to hide earlier escaped in waves of pure happiness.

Melissa fell limp against his muscular chest, spent. His big arms wrapped around her shoulders and helped her back on her own feet. She leaned back against the door, chest still heaving as she watched him pull his pants up and fix his belt.

"Wow," she was speechless.

He grinned and grabbed his coat off the back of a chair, kissed her on the cheek and walked out the door with a simple, "See you tomorrow."

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