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fembuckTitle: Of All the Gin Joints In All The World
Author: Janine
Pairing: Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde
Rating: R/NC
Disclaimer: They are real people so obviously I don’t own them. They are just really, really hot together and so I am giving the world what they probably will not IRL.
Summary: Megan’s hiding from the paparazzi a hotel bar, when in out of all of the gin joints, in all of the world, Olivia Wilde walks into hers.
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Megan shifted against the fake leather booth, wincing as it squeaked before she twisted to the side to look around the edge and out of the window at the other end of the bar.
The sun was going down. In another twenty minutes or so it would probably be safe for her to venture outside. Without the sun beating down, lighting up the face of every person who left the hotel she’d probably be able to sneak out unseen, and more importantly unphotographed. But, she’d been drinking steadily if not quickly for the past few hours, and didn’t feel much like leaving anymore.
The booth squeaked again as Megan twisted back to consider her drink.
There wasn’t really anywhere pressing she wanted to go, and even if there was, once she arrived there it was likely that the media would find out within ten minutes and she’d just have to deal with trying to avoid them again when she was ready to leave.
She’d claimed to be a virtual hermit in the media recently, and she figured that she wouldn’t make a liar of herself and would commit to her campaign of being a glamorous shut-in.
A neatly trimmed, unpainted nail knocked the slice of orange off the side of Megan’s Rickard’s White into the glass, and then she slid her hand down the glass to pick it up and raise it a one person toast.
Half a pint later, a figure made its way past Megan’s booth, and she controlled the urge to sigh. She’d been lucky really. She was Megan ‘Mega’ ‘Foxy’ Fox and she had been left alone for hours. It was a cause for celebration really. She shouldn’t have thought or hoped that the peace could have gone on for the rest of the night.
Without even looking up, Megan’s hand drifted to the side and picked up the pen she had been using to do a cross-word puzzle – before her alcohol intake had made completing the puzzle virtually impossible. She plastered a smile across her face, and began, “Who should I make it out t …?”
Megan looked up as she began to speak, and when she got a look at the person sitting opposite her, the pen tumbled from her fingers and her question died on her lips.
“You’d strangle a Mountain Ox for me, but you don’t know my name?”
The voice was soft, lilting and amused and Megan felt her stomach muscles twitch at the sound of it. A slow smile spread across the raven-haired beauties lips and she leaned back, slow and confident in the booth like a jungle cat relaxing in the shade before a hunt.
“Olivia Wilde,” Megan drawled, a pink and almost obscenely long tongue peeking out of her lips to lick at them as she eyed the woman standing beside her table.
“Megan Fox,” Olivia replied, her lips turning up into a smile as well. “Mind if I join you?”
“I think you know I don’t.”
Olivia’s polite smile turned into an amused smirk.
She slid into the booth opposite Megan, and leaned back casually like the younger woman.
“Can I get you a drink?” Megan offered chivalrously.
Olivia watched Megan watch her, not missing the way the girl’s eyes dipped down every few seconds. Then she turned to glance at the bar, debating whether or not she really wanted to imbibe around the young beauty. It could put her in a compromising position. Then again, Olivia thought to herself, if she’d wanted to avoid possibly compromising positions she wouldn’t have walked over to Megan in the first place.
Olivia turned away from the bar and fixed her eyes on Megan’s once more, a mischievous curve touching her lips as she did.
Megan had to control the urge to lick her lips again. She knew Olivia had seen her eyes dipping down earlier, and she didn’t want to be blatantly obvious. Making your interest known was one thing. Practically drooling on the table top was another. She didn’t want to scare Olivia away by being overly suggestive. Still, mischievous was a good look on Olivia, a very good look.
“Do you think they have Korean Mountain Wine?” Olivia asked sweetly. “I hear it’s good.”
Megan held Olivia’s eyes for a moment and then bit down on her bottom lip, chewing on it gently before she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, sighing deeply as she did. So Olivia had heard, or at the very least heard of, her drunken interview with the Australian strippers when she was in
Opening her eyes, Megan straightened up in the booth and quirked her lips.
“Did you Wiki me before walking in here or something?”
“God no,” Olivia responded shaking her head. “That’s terrible. I’d never do that,” she continued in a tone of voice that had Megan leaning forward, waiting for the punch-line. “I used YouTube, it’s much more reliable. Plus, you’re nice to look at.”
Megan laughed at that, and despite herself found a faint blush rising to her cheeks. Most people would have thought that it made her an arrogant bitch, but she was used to people telling her she was beautiful, and usually didn’t blush anymore. However, coming from Olivia it felt like a genuine compliment instead of a pick-up line or a way to fill dead air, and a touch of pink touched her cheeks.
“Actually, Jen just enjoys Facebooking me interviews where you mention your girl-crush,” Olivia continued a moment later, eyeing Megan thoughtfully. “There are a lot of them,” she added, smirking a little.
“It’s a very big girl-crush,” Megan replied immediately, without a hint of shame.
A slim eyebrow lifted on Olivia’s forehead, but before she could respond, Megan spotted a waiter out of the corner of her eye and twisted in her seat, lifting her arm to flag the man down.
“Very gentlemanly,” Olivia murmured when the waiter began to head towards them.
“The company of a beautiful lady inspires courtliness in all but the lowliest of creatures,” Megan replied, smiling when Olivia laughed at the ridiculous comment.
“People must be very courtly around you then.”
Megan smiled, acknowledging the compliment, but afterwards she rolled her eyes.
“Lady-like is not an adjective that people use to describe me,” Megan responded, breaking eye contact with Olivia. “They tend to use phrases like, ‘Tranny hooker’, or ‘Vegas hooker’, or ‘Angelina Jolie if she was an untalented hooker’ … you may be detecting a pattern here,” Megan continued, eyes trained on the salt shaker.
The waiter arrived before Olivia could respond, which was a relief to the older woman since she had no idea what to say in response to that bout of honesty. She’d seen what the press had done to co-stars and friends, and knew how emotionally and spiritually devastating it could be. She also knew from those experiences that words were very little solace. Most actors had a tough skin, but the constant jabs in the press slowly wore away at it until they couldn’t help but be raw and bleeding.
Forcing herself to focus, Olivia smiled up at the waiter and ordered.
“I thought you were an
Olivia shifted in her seat, making herself more comfortable.
“I am,” she replied, pausing for a second before adding, “I’m actually here because I’m stalking you.”
“Well, you’re terrible at it. I can see you,” Megan began, smiling teasingly. “You’re beautiful and talented for sure, but your creeping skills could definitely use some more work. Shadowed lurking should definitely be added to your repertoire. You’ll never make it onto Dateline approaching your stalkee in a well-lit public place like this. It’s not the least bit menacing, really.”
“How embarrassing, I didn’t realize my stalking skills were so below par. Let’s just pretend that I’m in town promoting a movie to spare my fragile ego.”
“An actor lacking self-confidence? Surely such a creature could not exist. At least not outside of fairytales where they could run free with unicorns and gay republicans,” Megan replied wide-eyed, wonder and disbelief warring in her tone.
Olivia grinned at her, her eyes crinkling adorably at the sides and Megan felt very pleased with herself for having inspired such a charming look.
“What movie?” Megan asked, leaning forward a little.
“Year One,” Olivia sighed in a way that made Megan laugh. She knew that tone, she’d used that tone plenty of times before herself.
“Don’t worry, mine’s crap too,” Megan offered.
Olivia smirked a little, and then laughed. “I’m running out of backhanded compliments for it.”
Megan nodded in understanding. “I never even had any backhanded compliments for this one. I just try to use sarcasm to disguise my disdain.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Really swell. Nobody knows when I’m joking, so everyone thinks I’m a fucking moron, which is just fantastic. Then again, because everyone thinks that I’m one step away from drooling on myself and wearing a helmet and knee-pads when I go outside, the studio doesn’t really give me a hard time.”
“I think you’re funny,” Olivia said, laughing as if to emphasize the truthfulness of her comment.
“Thank you. This is why you’re my girl-crush,” Megan replied, relaxing back into the booth again as the waiter approached with Olivia’s drink. “Cheers,” Megan said lifting her own glass once Olivia had her drink and they were alone again.
“Cheers,” Olivia repeated as their glasses clinked.
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“Which one?” Megan asked, nearly tripping as she and Olivia stumbled out of the elevator, clinging to each other for balance.
“I don’t know,” Olivia muttered, squinting as she looked at the uniform doors that surrounded them.
“Well, I don’t know,” Megan complained even though she was looking at the doors as well, as if hoping one of them would have a sign on the front that said “Olivia Wilde”. “Check your key.”
“What are you 50? They don’t put the room numbers on keys anymore. They don’t even have keys anymore,” Olivia said, nonetheless digging around in her purse to find the electronic card that would open the door to her room … if she could find it.
A smile touched Olivia’s lips as she located the card and pulled it out of her purse. However, that smile turned upset down when Megan reached out and snatched the card away from her.
“Hey!”
“Is for horses. Follow me,” Megan said, moving over to the closest door.
“What are you doing?” Olivia asked as Megan slipped the card into the reader.
“Finding your room.”
“That’s not my room.”
Megan looked down at the red light on the reader and nodded. “Apparently not. Onto the next one.”
“This is gonna take a while,” Olivia sighed, leaning into Megan contently as she did. Sitting down sounded like a good idea to her, but being pressed up against Megan seemed like a pretty good idea too.
“Yeah,” Megan agreed looking down the long hallway. “It’s a good thing we’re drunk and easily entertained,” she continued, grabbing Olivia’s hand and dragging her to the next door.
They managed to test the key on fifteen different doors before security stopped them and escorted them to Olivia’s room.
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Megan’s head was spinning pleasantly as she lifted her hand up to wave to the security guards from the doorway of Olivia’s room. She was feeling steadier than she was when they had first stumbled their way towards the elevator, and as she closed the door to Olivia’s room, Megan wrapped her arm around the older woman’s waist, steadying her as she swayed on her feet.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Megan laughed as Olivia’s arms came around her neck.
“Bed,” Olivia murmured slowly, her eyes squinting as she leaned towards Megan’s face. “Bed,” she repeated once more, a thoughtful expression coming over her face as she did. “Okay, sounds good.”
Megan laughed, and gently detached Olivia’s arms from around her neck so that she could begin to lead the brunette towards the bedroom. As they began to move, Megan’s arm wrapped securely around Olivia’s waist, and Olivia tilted her head to side and rested it against Megan’s shoulder.
After her second hour in the bar when her feet started to hurt, Megan had been cursing her decision to wear heels when she left her room. She was exceedingly happy that she had worn them at that moment however. Without the heels she would have been a few inches shorter than Olivia and the other woman wouldn’t have been able to rest her head on her shoulder, and Megan really liked the feeling of Olivia’s head on her shoulder and her body pressed against hers. In fact, it was all she could do to stop herself from tilting her head to the side and burying her nose in Olivia’s hair, inhaling the fetching scent until her nostrils fell off.
“Here we go,” Megan said as they came to a stop beside the bed, “Olivia the not-so-Wilde has been delivered safe and sound,” she continued, chuckling as Olivia turned to glare at her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a light-weight,” Megan replied munificently. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some of us can hold our liquor, and others are … you,” she went on smirking.
“I’m not a light-weight,” Olivia grumbled, making a face as she looked over at Megan. “You’re just a freaking machine. You must have a hollow leg … or be part Russian. Nothing else explains how a girl your size can drink that much and still be conscious, let alone standing. Let alone helping me stand.”
Megan laughed at that and helped ease Olivia onto the mattress. “No hollow leg that I’m aware of. I could be part Russian though. For generations the Fox’s have been a friendly people, and there were a lot of rumors about Granny Fox … whoa,” Megan exclaimed as she suddenly found herself tumbling down onto the mattress beside Olivia.
She’d helped the older woman settle herself, but Olivia had failed to let go of the hold she had on Megan, and as the other woman lay herself down on the mattress she tugged Megan along with her.
“I probably shouldn’t say it,” Megan began, “but I’ve dreamed of a moment like this,” she continued as she propped herself up by her hands, her body half over Olivia’s and half on the mattress.
Blue eyes regarded her curiously for a moment as Olivia stared up at her.
“Have you really?” Olivia asked blinking slowly. “Do you really have a girl-crush on me, or is it just something you say to spice up interviews.”
“Considering our current position, my answer to that question could make things really, really awkward,” Megan breathed out, meeting the older woman’s eyes.
“If I was scared of the answer, I wouldn’t have asked the question.”
Megan’s eyes widened appreciatively and she whistled softly at the woman beneath her.
“Alright. Yes, I do really have a girl-crush on you. I don’t think there are any Mountain Ox’s around here, but if you asked me to I would do out into the streets of New York and strangle just about anything you wanted if it meant I could kiss you and maybe see you without your top on.”
“Anything?” Olivia asked laughing a little.
“Anything. If we go to
“You’re cute,” Olivia breathed out, reaching up to brush a few dark wisps of hair off of Megan’s face. She was pretty certain that if she asked, Megan probably would drag her out to
“Why thank you,” Megan replied tapping Olivia’s nose lightly. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”
“I like horses,” Olivia declared a moment later, looking steadily into Megan’s eyes. “I don’t think I want one to be strangled. I think you’d better just kiss me.”
“Seriously?” Megan asked, lifting a disbelieving eye-brow as she stared down at Olivia.
“Seriously,” Olivia confirmed.
Megan blinked, and then breathed in deeply, her eyes skittering away from Olivia’s briefly to wander around what she could see of the room.
“Aren’t you married or something?” Megan asked, finally looking back down at the other woman. “Despite what everyone on the internet thinks, I’m not actually a home-wrecking bitch-whore. I thought we were just flirting.”
“It can just be flirting if you want, but if it becomes more than that it won’t make you a home-wrecking bitch-whore,” Olivia responded, making sure to hold Megan’s eyes so that the girl could see the sincerity of her words in her eyes. “There’s a reason I play bisexuals so well on TV,” Olivia continued. “Tao knew I liked to kiss girls when we got married, and he knows I still like to now.”
“So you two have, like an arrangement?” Megan asked, unconsciously leaning a bit more heavily against Olivia’s body.
“Like, yeah,” Olivia responded, smirking a little as Megan’s eyes narrowed at her.
“You’re not just saying that to get into my pants are you?” Megan asked, keeping the question light and friendly, though Olivia could tell it was a serious question. If she had been lying, Olivia knew that she wouldn’t have been the first to do so. There was a guardedness that came about Megan at times that let Olivia know she had seen and experienced a lot, most of it too young.
“It’s the truth,” Olivia said simply.
Megan’s eyes dropped to Olivia’s mouth, and the raven-haired woman found herself licking her lips.
“I suppose I should tell you, that while I’ve always really, really wanted to … I’ve never actually been with a woman before,” Megan murmured, her eyes dropping away from Olivia’s to consider the stark white pillow underneath the brunette’s head.
“Everyone has a first time,” Olivia replied, a little shiver running through her body at the revelation.
She liked the idea of being the woman to pop Megan Fox’s lesbian cherry, even though she knew she probably shouldn’t be titillated by the idea of breaking the younger woman in.
“Do you want me to promise to be gentle?” Olivia continued, smiling teasingly up at Megan.
“God no,” Megan breathed out, shifting in a tell-tale way against Olivia.
“Then kiss me,” Olivia responded. “And we shall not go gentle into this good-night.”
Megan licked her lips and then bit down on the bottom one.
“Did you just reference Dylan Thomas?”
“Yes.”
“That’s so hot,” Megan sighed, and then she leaned down and pressed her lips against Olivia’s for the first time.
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Morning
Megan stretched luxuriously in white sheets. They had been crisp when she and Olivia had entered the older woman’s room the night before, but they hadn’t stayed that way for long. Now … Megan stretched again, feeling a delicious tightness in her muscles. Now, there was absolutely nothing crisp about them.
Olivia shifted against Megan’s side, and the raven-haired beauty smiled, content and smug. Not only had she finally, finally managed to actually get another girl in bed, but her first time had been with Olivia ‘Holy Mother of Christ on a Unicycle You’re Hot’ Wilde. It was a beautiful, beautiful day to be her.
Actually, it had been a beautiful, beautiful night to be her as well, Megan thought closing her eyes as she allowed memories to the hours they spent together before drifting to sleep to come to her.
She could practically feel Olivia’s dampness on her thigh again, short, neatly clipped wet curls, sliding along her thigh as Olivia’s own thigh pressed against her own center rhythmically in time with Olivia’s movements.
Megan could remember exactly the taste and texture of Olivia’s nipple as she took it between her lips and sucked, could practically feel Olivia bucking against her as Megan’s teeth clamped down on the hard tip.
Megan sucked in a ragged breath and felt a tingling between her legs.
When she had clamped down on Olivia’s nipple the other woman had growled, and as she chewed light on the tight bud, Olivia had pumped her hips in the air, grinding against Megan in a way that turned her on so much she thought she might come just from that alone.
She remembered the way Olivia looked directly into her eyes and smiled as she slipped a finger inside of Megan. She remembered the way Olivia stroked her a few times and then removed her finger and brought it up to her lips, sucking Megan off of her as she stared into her eyes.
Megan remembered fingers slick with her own arousal twisting her nipples, and Olivia kissing her breasts, and then further down her body until the older woman was settled between her legs. She remembered the way Olivia found her eyes again before extending her tongue and flicking it against Megan’s clit for the first time. She remembered how her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips jumped at that first touch of Olivia’s mouth against her sex.
Megan shifted on the mattress.
God, she could practically taste Olivia in her mouth, could practically feel the heat of her cunt against her face, and smell the deliciously musky scent of her arousal.
Megan had always like vaginas. They looked pretty and pink in porn, and hers had brought her endless hours of pleasure over the years. She hadn’t thought that she’d enjoy licking someone else’s quite as much as she did however.
Sure, she’d always thought that it would be good, but it had been really, really, really fucking good. She thought she might have been turning into a bit of pussy hound after feasting on Olivia all night, and she was really, really okay with that because it had been really fucking good and all she wanted to do was just part Olivia’s thighs and slip between them and just...
When Megan’s eyes drifted open again, she was wet and Olivia was staring down at her with an absolutely ravenous look in her eyes that instantly made Megan even wetter.
“I know what you were thinking about,” Olivia whispered, allowing her eyes to rake over what they could of Megan’s body.
The way the girl had been shifting against her, made it very, very clear to Olivia just what was on her mind, and just what it was that she needed.
“Yeah?” Megan asked a little breathlessly.
She’d managed to get herself ridiculously turned on, and it was taking all she had to stop herself from dropping her hand below the sheet and between her legs to relieve the pressure building there.
“Yeah,” Olivia drawled, breathing in sharply when Megan’s nostrils flared and her eyes widened as Olivia’s hand slipped between her legs. “I’ve got a flight at ten. I’ve got to be out of here soon, but …” Olivia gently began to stroke Megan, teasing even more moisture out of her though Megan had been wet enough to enter before Olivia even touched her. “If you don’t mind it being quick …”
“I don’t mind,” Megan interjected before Olivia could say more. “I really don’t mind. At all. Knock yourself out,” she continued, helpfully spreading her legs.
“I think I will,” Olivia replied, stroking Megan more firmly. “Thank you.”
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Megan pulled up the zipper of her jeans and then let her hands fall by her side as Olivia zipped up the last of her bags. Megan was still standing around in her bra, and Olivia was ready to face the day, but it didn’t matter much. Megan just needed to look presentable enough to make it back to her room, while Olivia was about to go out and face the world. Megan would have her top on, and be back in her room before Olivia had finished checking out, and so instead of rushing to finish getting dressed, Megan allowed herself to watch Olivia for a few moments, trying to make the most of little time they had left together.
“All set?” Megan asked somewhat unnecessarily as Olivia rolled her luggage to the door.
Megan was sure that on any other occasion Olivia would have had a bellboy sent up deal with the bags, but with Megan “Transformers” Fox standing around half-naked in her room a bellboy wasn’t really an option.
“Yeah,” Olivia responded, placing a small carry-on bag on the ground beside her feet.
“Hug?” Megan asked, opening up her arms.
Olivia laughed and crossed over to where Megan was standing, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist and kissing her, before allowing Megan to draw her into a nice, tight hug.
“We’re both
Olivia took the piece of paper from Megan, and tucked it securely into the pocket of her pants.
“That sounds like fun,” she murmured.
And then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Megan’s cheek one more time, before she made her way back to the door, picked up her bags and exited the room.
Megan watched the door as it swung shut, following its progress until she heard it click. She stared at it for a few more seconds, still able to see Olivia in her minds-eye, and then she sighed and turned around, eyes scanning the floor for her top already anticipating Olivia’s call.
The End
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Date: 2009-07-02 11:26 pm (UTC)I can't make any promises. I'm still surprised I managed to turn this one out. But I will do my best to make sure that you stay nice and clean.