Fic: That Something (Mary/Brandi, In Plain Sight)

[fembuck]

Title: That Something
Author: Janine
Fandom: In Plain Sight
Pairing: Mary/Brandi
Rating: R
Warning: Incest, sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Mary and Brandi's relationship continues to deepen.  Sequel to One Last Time and What You Need

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Mary gasped, her hips jerking as she took a deep breath before lowering her lips to Brandi’s once more, kissing her feverishly, a mewling sound escaping her throat as she palmed Brandi’s breast, her thumb running over the younger blonde’s nipple, again and again as Brandi’s hands clawed at her back.

“Mary,” The name come out rough and breathy, as Brandi arched into her sister’s hand, her hips raising, pressing into Mary’s desperately as they continued to kiss.

Mary sucked Brandi’s bottom lip into her mouth, and then kissed her, hard, her hand slipping from beneath Brandi’s shirt and down to her waist. Once there she paused for a second, and then continued, sliding her hand down to Brandi’s thigh before it began to move up again, taking Brandi’s jean skirt with it until her fingers finally brushed against the warm, damp material of Brandi’s panties.

Mary attached her lips to Brandi’s neck and pressed her fingers more firmly against Brandi, her tongue bathing the column of her sister’s neck when she felt slim fingers wrap around her wrist, tugging it away.

Blinking rapidly, Mary pulled back from Brandi, looking down so that she could see her face. Breathing rapidly, she removed her hand from between her sister’s legs and licked her lips before softly asking, “Too far?”

They had avoided talking about exactly what their make-sessions were leading to because it was a deeply uncomfortable subject, but there had been no denying that it had been building to something. The more they were together, the more of each other they had started to touch, and while they hadn’t gone all the way yet, the last time they were together Brandi’s hand had found it’s way between her legs, and soon after that beneath her underwear and Mary was fairly certain that if Marshall hadn’t called they probably would have reached home plate. That being the case she had thought that it was pretty inevitable that they would eventually round all of the bases, but as Brandi gently eased them away from the counter Mary had her pinned against she began to wonder if she was misreading the younger blonde’s signals and …

Brandi bit her lip, shaking her head as she slipped her fingers from around Mary’s wrist and took her sister’s hand in her own. “Not too far,” she said out loud a moment later, when Mary continued to look at her with a worried expression. “It’s just,” Brandi went on biting her lip. “You didn’t even try the dessert.”

Mary blinked, her head turning to the side to look at the dessert in question.

“Okay,” Mary breathed out, trying not to sound annoyed that Brandi had stopped them because of the untouched baked good. “Maybe it can wait?” she asked, her hand moving to Brandi’s hip again. “I was kind of in the middle of something,” she continued smiling.

“Yeah,” Brandi breathed out, accepting Mary’s lips as they pressed against her. “It’s just, I made it for you, and we’ve already had to warm it up once and it’s not going to taste right if we have to do it again,” she said pouting a little when they separated. “It’ll get tough, and … and I spent a long time on it.”

Mary sighed and dropped her hand from Brandi’s waist, resigned to her fate. When she had come home, exhausted and pissed off, she had been pleasantly surprised to find dinner waiting for her on the table. She had been a bit weary when Brandi had happily pronounced that she had cooked it all herself, but she dutifully sat down and picked up her fork. However, the meal had been surprisingly tasty, which she made the mistake of telling Brandi, causing her sister to beam at her smugly for most of the meal. When they were done with the main course, Brandi had hopped up and told her that she’d also made dessert and moved over to the counter to retrieve it. And Mary, in a much better mood, had gotten up and followed her sister over to the counter, hugging her from behind to say thank you, which had somehow led to far more intimate touching.

“Mm,” Mary said, forcing a smile onto her face as she rubbed her stomach, “can’t wait,” she went on scooping her fist.

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“’his is ‘ood,” Mary mumbled around a mouthful of brownie with vanilla icing.

“Really?” Brandi asked, clasping her hands together excitedly.

“’umhmm,” Mary mumbled again taking another bite, her eyes closing a little bit. It was really, really good. “’ur ot a alf ad aking erson,” Mary went on placing the last of the chocolaty treat in her mouth.

Brandi smiled happily, shaking her head a second later, reaching out for Mary. She then used her thumb to wipe away a bit of frosting that had settled at the corner of her sister’s mouth, before bringing the digit to her own lips, sucking off the frosting.

Mary watched Brandi, her eyes hooding and her heartbeat quickening. Mary shifted closer to Brandi, hovering indecisively – almost guiltily – for a moment, and then she moved forward, pressing her lips against Brandi’s as her arm snaked around her sister’s waist. Brandi clutched at the sides of Mary’s shirt and kissed back hungrily.

“You’re frisky tonight,” Brandi whispered, rubbing Mary’s side as she smiled over at the older blonde.

“Frisky?” Mary asked brows drawing together as she frowned. “That makes me sound like a naught kitty who tinkled on the rug,” she muttered, still frowning at her sister, her lips thinning as she saw Brandi shivering, trying to contain her laughter.

Brandi’s head dipped down a few seconds later, struggling to control the urge to speak. However, she lost the battle and a few seconds later dissolved into to a full out smile, looking back up at Mary and mumbling, “Bad pussy, bad,” as she wiggled a finger in Mary’s direction.

“That’s great, really mature Squish. What’s next poop jokes?” Mary asked rolling her eyes though some amusement showed through in her eyes.

Brandi dipped her head down demurely, and bit her lip before looking up at Mary through her eyelashes. Mary felt a throb between her legs, and remembered what had been going on in her pants when she’d had Brandi up against the counter earlier, and she realized that despite her sarcastic response to it, Brandi’s words hadn’t been that far off the mark.

“Hey,” Brandi said, pressing her hand against her sister’s cheek as she watched Mary begin to drift away. “Don’t,” she continued softly, pleadingly, knowing that Mary had gone into one of her ‘This is wrong, I’m going to Hell’ moods. “It’s okay,” she breathed out in a soothing voice. “Really.”

Mary shook her head and stepped to the side, her cheek slipping out of Brandi’s hand. “No, it’s not. It’s really not,” Mary said shaking her head emphatically. “It’s really, really not okay that when I look at you now, I want to …” she began, before chewing on her lip and looking away.

Earlier that morning, she hadn’t been able to find her keys and had gone to Brandi’s room to see if Brandi knew where they were. The door was unlocked, so she’d just barraged in (as was Shannon custom), and she had caught Brandi in the process of dressing. Before she’d had a cup or coffee, or even – god forbid – orange juice, she had found herself staring at her sister in a very skimpy bra and very skimpy panties, fanaticizing about pushing her down on the bed, crawling on top of her, kissing the hell out of her, and doing some more things that she really, really shouldn’t do (or want to do) with her sister.

“Even if I want you to?” Brandi asked softly, drawing Mary’s attention back over to her. “I mean, I get it okay, we’re … you know,” she said, hedging, not really wanting to name what they were doing and weird themselves out even more than they already were. “But, it’s like the bridge has been burned, you know, the line has been crossed, the damage done. We’ve already …” Brandi paused and stepped closer to Mary, slipping her hand under her sister’s shirt, resting her palm against Mary’s warm stomach.

Brandi took a deep breath and exhaled, forcing herself to continue.

“Not to mention, being bad is a lot more fun than chronic sexual frustration.”

“Sexual frustration,” Mary repeated softly, her eyes sliding shut as Brandi’s fingers began to stroke her stomach.

“Yes,” Brandi responded, “Sexual frustration. As in what I feel every time you declare that it’s late, give a fake yawn and run away from me like a scared little girl.”

Mary blinked. “I sexually frustrate you?” she asked, still trying to process what Brandi was saying.

“Yes, dummy,” Brandi said, sliding her hand from Mary’s stomach so that she could hold Mary’s hand.

They stood facing each other, silent for a while as Brandi observed Mary, and Mary observed Brandi. Mary felt her heart begin to pound in anticipation, certain that Brandi was going to kiss her any second, but Brandi just continued to stare at her, her brows coming together slightly as if she was in deep thought about something. Then, just as Mary was about to bit the bullet and begin the kissing herself, Brandi grasped Mary’s hand more tightly and started to move the joined appendages until Mary found her hand pressed between Brandi’s leg.

Mary drew in a deep breath as the warmth between her sister’s legs registered with her.

“Oh,” Mary said dumbly, her voice barely more than a whisper as Brandi’s fingers fell away from her own.

“Oh,” Brandi repeated softly, her lips twitching a bit, though she was staring a Mary anxiously, waiting to see what the other woman would do.

Brandi’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, her chest and cheeks were flushed, and she was compulsively licking her lips. It was perhaps the most arousing thing Mary had ever seen, and without a conscious thought she pressed her fingers against the crotch of Brandi’s panties, exhaling roughly as Brandi whimpered and pushed back against her fingers.

Mary pressed again and Brandi grasped at the sides of her shirt, holding onto her tightly as her hips rolled. Mary pressed again, using her knuckles, and Brandi buried her face in her neck, kissing her throat before she just rested her head there and strained to meet Mary’s fingers.

Mary bit down on her lip and thought about slipping her fingers beneath Brandi’s panties.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mary whispered, a surge of heat rushing through her as Brandi’s hand moved to cover hers once more, exerting more pressure against it, holding it more firmly against her center as she pressed into Mary’s hand.

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Brandi asked, smiling softly as her body shivered.

Mary smiled back and for a moment they stared at each other, reveling in the others closeness before Mary’s fingers began to move again. Mary slipped her hand out from between Brandi’s legs, and brought it to the waistband of Brandi’s jean skirt. Her fingers trailed across the denim material for a second before they moved to the button at the top if the skirt.

Mary lifted her eyes, looking at Brandi questioningly. “Can …” she began.

“Yes,” Brandi said interrupting, knowing exactly what Mary was going to ask, and needing it more than anything in the world.

Mary’s fingers deftly popped open the button and she carefully lowered the zipper. She paused for a moment, and then she moved her hand, dipping her fingers below the waistband of Brandi’s underwear, a shuddering breath falling from her lips a second later when her fingers encountered the naked softness of Brandi’s sex.

“You’re …” Mary began, her eyes on Brandi’s, a touch of surprise in her voice – the throb that pulsed between her legs at the discovery surprising her even more than the discovery itself.

Brandi smiled. “Freshly mowed,” she whispered, her smile turning impish.

“For me?” Mary asked, lifting a pale eyebrow even as her mouth began to turn up in a smile. Brandi nodded, and then Mary leaned forward and kissed her, her finger’s beginning to explore.

Mary kissed Brandi again, losing herself in the contact so much that it took her almost 30 seconds to realize that her phone was ringing.

Mary pulled back, her head tilting in the direction of her ringing cell phone.

“Leave it,” Brandi said panting, reaching up drag Mary’s face back around so that her sister was looking at her once more. Her tone was slightly pleading, but she didn’t care. She was in a bad way, and she desperately needed Mary to continue touching her.

“I can’t,” Mary breathed out, blinking rapidly as she tried to get her eyes to focus. “It could be about a case. You know I have to get it,” she said, her tone apologetic as she carefully slipped her hand out of Brandi’s underwear.

Brandi closed her eyes and exhaled roughly before stepping away from Mary, her hands moving to her skirt to smooth it down as Mary reached out for her phone and flipped it open.

“Yeah,” Mary said shortly as she pressed the phone against her ear, despair coursing through her as she watched Brandi button and zip up her skirt. “Raph … hey,” Mary said, realizing that she shouldn’t have said his name when she saw Brandi stiffen and look over at her, glaring. “No, yeah, well, I mean it is kind of a bad time, but …” Brandi stalked out of the kitchen, “the damage is already done,” Mary sighed.

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Fifteen minutes later…

Mary stared at the eggshell white of Brandi’s door and took a deep breath. A moment later she lifted her hand and knocked.

“Go away!” Brandi called out from within. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

For a split second Mary considered actually going away, but she was on a path to personal enlightenment and trying to be more ‘open’ emotionally, which meant that she had to talk to Brandi and deal with whatever it was that was happening between them, instead of running away and ignoring it as had been her custom.

Reaching for the doorknob and finding it unlocked, Mary opened the door and walked into the room.

“Why’d you even bother knocking,” Brandi grumbled, looking over her shoulder to glare at Mary before turning away from her again.

“If you’d really wanted to keep me out, you would have locked it,” Mary observed. “What are you doing?” she asked a second later, watching as Brandi stripped off the shirt she had been wearing and replaced it with a fancier ‘out on the town’ silken spaghetti string.

“A crossword puzzle,” Brandi muttered running a hand through her hair, before she turned to glare at Mary again. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m getting dressed.”

“Why?” Mary asked frowning. From what she could tell they had been moving towards the removal of clothes, not putting more and accessories to the ensemble.

“If you’re hanging out with Chico or whatever, then I’m sure as hell not staying around here,” Brandi responded, reaching for the button of her skirt, popping it before pushing the material down her legs and stepping out of it.

“Wait, stop,” Mary said moving over to Brandi, lightly grasping her wrist as Brandi was reaching for a black skirt that she had tossed carelessly onto her bed. “Listen, you can … you can do whatever you want,” she continued haltingly. “But I’m not meeting Raph,” she went on, making sure to hold Brandi’s eyes the entire time she was speaking. “I was never going to leave,” she finished softly, releasing Brandi’s wrist.

“You weren’t?” Brandi asked softly, looking over at Mary hopefully.

Mary shook her head. “Nope,” she breathed out softly, smiling a little.

Brandi stared at her for a second, blinking rapidly before she lowered her head and dug the big toe of her right foot into the floor bashfully. Mary watched her for a second wondering if she should try to hug her, but before she could decide what course of action to take, Brandi looked up and said “Good,” then crossed the few steps that separated them and drew her arms around Mary, and kissed her hungrily.

Mary rested her forehead against Brandi’s, her heart pounding, and her breath short and shallow as she looked into Brandi’s eyes. Still watching each other, Brandi took Mary’s hand in her own, holding it tightly and leaned forward, drawing her lips next to Mary’s ear.

“Take me to bed?” she requested softly, her voice quivering a little as she spoke.

Mary breathed in deeply, her eyes closing at the whispered words. Then she squeezed Brandi’s hand and turned her head to the side, pressing her lips against Brandi’s cheek, before she began to lead the way to the bed.

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Much, much later…

Mary stared up at the ceiling of the guest bedroom that Brandi had appropriated months ago, her lips permanently upturned in a small smile, as she breathed in and out slowly, allowing her mind to wander.

Brandi was pressed up against her side, her head resting on her shoulder. One leg was thrown over Mary’s and her arm was draped possessively across Mary’s stomach holding on to her.

Mary had never been the snuggling type, but years of watching movies with Brandi and her sister’s penchant for just doing things to annoy her (not to mention their recent … adventures), had acclimatized her to having Brandi pressed up against her, so Mary found herself surprisingly content as she lay still allowing Brandi to use her as a giant pillow.

Turning her head to the side, Mary watched as her fingers danced lightly over Brandi’s blonde locks, a memory of her fingers gripping Brandi’s hair and arching into her mouth, overcoming her and making her blush.

She moved her hand from Brandi’s hair, up to her own face, scrubbing her fingers over her eyes before breathing in deeply. She knew that she probably should have been trying to drown her sorrows in a bottle of whiskey, or been looking through her medicine cabinet to see what she could find to numb her mind to her perversion, but she couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

It had just been so … good. She had always been really good at the physical part of sex, but the emotional part of it had always been more difficult for her. She didn’t like to talk during it, she kept a part of her mind separate even though her body was fully into what was going on, and she never cried, or got clingy or wanted to sleep over.

Only Brandi forced her to talk, to tell her what she was feeling. If Mary tensed up, she stopped and made sure everything was okay, and soon Mary stopped tensing up.

And, while Brandi was touching her and she was touching Brandi, she found that she was completely in the moment, focused not just on what was happening to her body, but the woman who was producing those feelings in her. And after she came, when Brandi kissed her way back up her body, Mary held her close, kissing her, resting her head against Brandi’s shoulder as she tried to regain her breath, holding her the whole time; shocked to discover that it didn’t make her feel weak or vulnerable, or weird her out in the least.

She didn’t cry, but she did cling, and did want to sleep over, and no matter how much her brain told her she was a horrible person, she couldn’t really find it within herself to truly feel bad about what had happened.

Mary turned her head to the side, planning to closing her eyes and trying to get some sleep when she noticed Brandi watching her with a smile on her face.

“What?” Mary asked a little peevishly, her eyes narrowing as she spoke.

She knew the look Brandi was giving her. It was the look that proceeded mocking.

“What were you thinking about?” Brandi asked quietly, smiling mischievously at Mary even as she blinked sleepily.

“Nothing. Gardening. Why?” Mary asked looking at Brandi suspiciously.

“Are you sure?” Brandi asked as her voice dropped in timber until it was practically a purr. “I thought maybe you were thinking about earlier,” she continued, her fingers dancing against Mary’s ribcage teasingly.

“I can think about other things besides that,” Mary said making a face to try and make it seem like she was thinking about things besides that. “I’m not a sex maniac. I have lots of hobbies and interests that occupy my thoughts at night, or during the day … or on long car rides.”

“Is that right?” Brandi asked challengingly. “And some of these hobbies would be …?”

“Lots of stuff,” Mary said shrugging as nonchalantly as she desperately tried to think of hobbies she could lie about having so she didn’t look like a sex maniac. “Basket weaving,” she said finally avoiding eye contact with brandy. “Duct tape art … wine-making,” she finished her voice rising at bit at the end.

“Oh,” Brandi said nodding in seeming understanding though her eyes danced with mirth. “What about antiquing?”

Mary scrunched up her face and looked down at Brandi questioning. “Antiquing?” she asked sounding bewildered.

“You just seem to be fascinated by trunks and their junk,” Brandi replied innocuously, “or at least you seem to like mine,” she continued grinning.

“I don’t know what you’re,” Mary began to say, halting her speech when Brandi wiggled a little. At that point Mary became aware of the fact that her hand was planted firmly on her sister’s ass, caressing and kneading it, and that she had probably been at it for a while. In fact, her copping a feel was probably what had woken Brandi up in the first place.

“Well, it is a really nice trunk,” Mary said a few seconds later, embracing her inner horn dog, her hands giving Brandi’s ass a conscious squeeze as she spoke.

Brandi shifted, naked thighs slipping over Mary’s until she straddling the older blonde. Bracing her knees on both sides of Mary’s body she placed her hands on her sister’s torso, feeling as her stomach rose and fell.

“Thank you,” Brandi breathed out, her thumb stroking Mary’s tummy as she spoke. “You can play with it if you want,” she added demurely, managing to keep up the chaste expression for almost five seconds before she began to smile.

Mary grinned up at her, feeling her body begin to respond to Brandi’s touch. Despite the fact that she had been thinking about what they’d done earlier, she hadn’t planned on ravishing Brandi again that night, but she was beginning to give it some serious thought.

“That’s very generous of you,” Mary replied, her hands moving to Brandi’s thigh, rubbing.

“I was taught that it’s better to give than receive,” Brandi murmured, rocking into Mary’s body.

“What’d you read that in a fortune cookie?” Mary asked her eyes on Brandi’s chest as her breasts swayed slightly. “I know Jinx didn’t teach you that.”

Brandi shook her head, blonde hair obscuring her face in the most adorable way as she did. “I think it was one of the ‘Knowing is Half the Battles’ on G.I. Joe,” she said finally, beaming down at Mary as the other woman rolled her eyes at her.

“Words of wisdom, all of them,” Mary sighed as Brandi’s fingers began to trail up her torso towards her breasts. “I was taught that I too can learn to water ski, if I keep trying.”

Brandi laughed, her hand moving to cup Mary’s right breast as she did.

“Mar,” Brandi purred a few seconds later, her eyes focused on her thumb as it brushed over Mary’s nipple.

“Squish,” Mary returned softly, her voice shaking a little as she tried not to squirm until Brandi’s gentle, teasing touch.

“Ssh,” Brandi said lifting her finger and pressing it against her lips.

Mary stared at her for a second, seriously giving some thought to protesting and going on a rant about how she hates people wearing scarves, in Albuquerque, in July. But, seeing the look in Brandi’s eyes, she realized that as satisfying as ranting was, whatever Brandi had planned would probably be exponentially more pleasurable.

Mary brought her hand up to her mouth and made a zipping motion. Brandi smiled happily, and leaned down pressing a kiss to Mary’s cheek before she reached out and undid Mary’s imaginary zipper.

“We’re going to need that for other things,” she said softly, causing Mary to positively beam at her. With that, Brandi leaned down again, pressing their lips together as her hands began to explore once more.

Mary relaxed against the mattress, moaning contently as Brandi began to have her way with her.

‘Antiquing’ was quickly becoming her favorite hobby.

The End

Comments

[narcolepsy-slds.livejournal.com]

Gosh, it is already impossible hot outside, and now I also have to deal with being hot on the inside.
Thank you very much. Seriously, thank you.

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

*grin*

Glad you enjoyed it (even though I added to your sweltering). Damn, Marandi and their sizzling hot chemistry ;)

[bcharmer23.livejournal.com]

Antiquing? I'll never look at antiques quite the same way again. Thanks for that :) I took your advice: I surrendered to the pervy goodness of this story and just enjoyed the ride. I really like the way your mind works and always look forward to new stories when you post them. Thanks for sharing!!

Edited to ask - did you hear the voiceover in tonight's episode when they went back to present day and Squish and Mary were in the kitchen? It's was porny goodness and you know Mary was really talking about her sister.

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Antiquing? I'll never look at antiques quite the same way again

lol, I seem to ruin the most mundane objects/activities for people. I'd feel bad, but it's so much fun smuttifying them ;)

I took your advice: I surrendered to the pervy goodness of this story and just enjoyed the ride.

It's nice isn't it? :D

did you hear the voiceover in tonight's episode when they went back to present day and Squish and Mary were in the kitchen? It's was porny goodness and you know Mary was really talking about her sister.

OMG! I know! That voice-over (with the "hey Squish") was delicious. Plus, all of the close-ups on Brandi's pretty, pretty baby blues, while she and Mary gazed bashfully at each other. The way it oh so smoothly ended on them setting up a dinner date. Also, Brandi does not strike me as a morning person, and I'm fanwanking that she got up early to make coffee for Mary as form of apology/to show her love.

[alexz6.livejournal.com]

THIS WAS GREAT! I am so glad those two finally got their act together and....got it together...:p
and i am so glad she didnt go to raph---quite honestly that guy gets on my nerves for some reason

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

I am so glad those two finally got their act together and....got it together...:p

I know, those two crazy kids deserve some happiness (and hot sexin') ;)

and i am so glad she didnt go to raph---quite honestly that guy gets on my nerves for some reason

Dude, I know. Raph is man candy, that's all. I think it's his wishy-washy-ness and passiveness that get to me. I just don't understand how Mary can be with someone with so little strength of character. It's no wonder she walks all over him. And quite frankly, Brandi may have her issues, but she can certainly do better than Raph as well. The "we were on a break" excuse really isn't helping the hate either.

[alexz6.livejournal.com]

hot sexin most definatly!
and i think you hit my raph problem right on the nail- im not a fan of passiveness when it comes to certain issues and i think that's what bothers me about him, and i dont see why both of them seem to be pissy at each other due to him. Thanks to this story, i will now always assume it's because they also feel he's just in the way and are trying to make each other jealous:p

[sweet-illuzion.livejournal.com]

Watching In Plain Sight will never be the same again (: in a seriously good way. I am absolutely LOVING this pairing

Mary rested her forehead against Brandi’s, her heart pounding, and her breath short and shallow as she looked into Brandi’s eyes. Still watching each other, Brandi took Mary’s hand in her own, holding it tightly and leaned forward, drawing her lips next to Mary’s ear.

“Take me to bed?” she requested softly, her voice quivering a little as she spoke.

Mary breathed in deeply, her eyes closing at the whispered words. Then she squeezed Brandi’s hand and turned her head to the side, pressing her lips against Brandi’s cheek, before she began to lead the way to the bed.

Guhhh Sooo wrong yet so right

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that you enjoyed it :D

Watching In Plain Sight will never be the same again

lol! Welcome to my viewing experience. I actually kind of get mad at them in my head now when they don't snuggle/make-out with each other. Although, when there are scenes like the kitchen one in episode 9, I think the writers must want me to be whispering 'kiss, kiss' at the screen.

[lightbluenym.livejournal.com]

Delicious. Well played :D.

Was this the smut that I requested??? Cuz you delivered like Dominoes if it is!

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Delicious. Well played :D

Thank you *curtsies*

Was this the smut that I requested???

lol, yep this was the smut I mentioned in that drunken post.

you delivered like Dominoes

I'm currently mad at Dominoes because on that same night, when I really really really wanted wings, they closed 30 min's early ... leaving me horribly wing deficient.

[lightbluenym.livejournal.com]

Awww, well then you delivered like a more reliable pizza place. Or Chinese food place, for that matter...:D

[charrua33.livejournal.com]

So tantalizingly hot, I think you just broke me with this...Reserve me a ticket on "that" party train, the Marandi express is the place to be...All aboard...

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

I think you just broke me with this

*rejoices*

Reserve me a ticket on "that" party train, the Marandi express is the place to be...All aboard...

Done and done. Got you a window set (lots of leg room)

Whoo whoo!

[bklyn-hunny.livejournal.com]

So. Hot.

I feel dirty for loving this, but their chemistry is so undeniable.

Well done. :-)

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

*Smile*

I'm glad you enjoyed it :D

I feel dirty for loving this, but their chemistry is so undeniable.


Don't fight it. Follow Mary's led and just give in. It's much more pleasurable that way (thrice in Mary's case *wink*)

[ashirashadow.livejournal.com]

omg, we air "Antique Roadshow" here and now this is all I'm going to think about. *facepalm* Like I needed more sexual frustration, which you tend to dish out Every Time.

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

omg, we air "Antique Roadshow" here and now this is all I'm going to think about.

I'm such a ruiner, aren't I? *grins happily*

Like I needed more sexual frustration

*feelz ur payne*

Oh, Marandi, I don't know how you're so scorching hot, but please keep up the good work.

[emotionsovrflow.livejournal.com]

This is very very good. I like this series. I truly hope this wasn't the last installment. Talk about sexual frustration.

Anyhow, very nice. Thanks for sharing.

[dariclone.livejournal.com]

Another great funny story, love them together.