fembuck | Fic: The Proposal (Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde, RPFS)

Title: The Proposal
Author: Janine
Pairing: Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them because they are people.
Summary: It’s been months since Megan and Olivia met for the first time in that hotel bar, and Olivia has a proposal that could give them more time together than a few hours in the future. Sequel to Of All The Gin Joints In All The World.

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Megan tilted her head back with a sigh, giving Olivia more access to her neck, access the brunette then took full advantage of.

“Stop being so distracting,” Olivia complained softly, as her teeth nipped lightly at Megan’s throat, making the younger woman’s breath hitch.

She had something serious to discuss with Megan, something important, something with time constraints. Words were necessary, they were her friends; she needed to use them. But Megan had been overseas doing promotions for Jennifer’s Body and it had been weeks, almost a month, since they had seen each other, and it was so hard to stop touching. It was the longest they’d gone without seeing each other since Olivia had finally worked up the nerve to smooth out that crumpled piece of paper and give Megan a call three weeks after they had met in New York. Sure, they talked while Megan was overseas. Megan was a lot of fun to talk to on the phone actually, all raspy voice and rambling observations and comments. Olivia had spent hours, entire breaks in her trailer, talking with her. But she didn’t want to discuss this particular topic over the phone, and so she’d waited, unwisely it now seemed.

“I don’t know what I’m doing that’s distracting,” Megan said seemingly seriously, even as she extended her hands and rubbed them up Olivia’s thighs. “But considering that you’re straddling me and your tongues is on my body, I think I’ll continue,” Megan rasped as Olivia’s tongue flicked out to play against her chin, before the older woman shifted and pressed her lips against Megan’s finally, kissing her slowly and deeply in a way that made Megan’s toes curl.

“I want to talk to you,” Olivia breathed out, her lips curling up a little as she gazed down at her lover. And it was true, she really did want to talk to Megan, she was just unable to stop herself from raining small butterfly kisses on Megan’s cheeks and lips as she waited for her lover’s brain to come up with a response.

“Talk?” Megan’s brows scrunched together in confusion and stayed that way for a few seconds as she turned the word over in her head. A few moments later she sighed. “Now?” she asked incredulously, her eyes blinking rapidly. Her face was a mask of disbelief and more than a little petulance.

The thought of Olivia stopping touching her to speak was almost enough to make her cry. She didn’t like that idea at all, not at all. They talked all the time, and this was one of the rare occasions that they got to touch. She wanted to touch … and kiss, and lick, and rake her eyes over plains of pale, smooth, flawless flesh. She wanted sexy time, dammit! They could talk when her body was twitching and she was too tired to move.

“Just for a little while,” Olivia cooed soothingly, running her hands up Megan’s torso as she did. “You’ll like what I have to say,” she continued, cupping the younger woman’s breast, enjoying the warmth and weight of it in her hand.

“Unless you’re gonna say ‘Strip’ or ‘Get on your knees and lick until I tell you to stop’, I think I’d prefer it if we just kept on doing,” Megan responded, holding Olivia’s eyes, her body trembling and her hips jumping when Olivia’s thumb brushed firmly over her bra-clad nipple.

Olivia’s eyes hooded and a pretty pink tongue escaped from the confines of her mouth to lick at her lips.

“Would you really like it if I tol … ordered you to drop to your knees and lick until I told you to stop?” she asked, her voice a little rougher than usual as shifted uncomfortably on top of Megan.

She’d never really thought about playing, ‘If We Were In Prison, Who’d Be The Bitch?’ with Megan, but now that the seed had been planted she had to admit that she found the idea titillating … and that she liked the idea of Megan being the bitch a lot.

“Say it and we’ll find out,” Megan husked, watching Olivia carefully. She could see the effect that her words were having on her lover, and she thought that she just might be able to get out of talking, no matter how amazingly awesome Olivia promised the conversation would be.

“Jesus,” Olivia moaned, and then she was leaning forward, pressing her lips against Megan’s once more, kissing her like a dying woman as her hands clutched at Megan’s flesh so tightly the younger woman thought Olivia would never let her go.

“There’s a script,” Olivia gasped minutes later, fingers fumbling with Megan’s bra as she tried to unclasp it, while still kissing every available inch of the raven-haired beauties skin.

“A script?” Megan repeated, torn between confusion and powerful indifference. “Talk … about … later … words,” she sighed, as Olivia’s hands came to her naked chest and possessed her.

“Film noir,” Olivia went on, ignoring Megan’s protest though she didn’t for a moment ignore Megan’s body. “Step-mother is having an affair with her step-daughter, though on the surface they seem like enemies. The father-slash-husband finds out about it, and the two women plot to kill him.”

Megan arched up into Olivia’s hand as the brunette spoke, but her eyes were focused on Olivia and the older woman knew she had Megan’s attention, even though Megan’s body was demanding that Olivia give her more.

“There’s a crazy Russian half-sister, who may or may not be in on it, who also may or may not be in love with her half-sister … that is if they’re actually related at all. There’s a grizzled detective, guns, atmospheric jazz clubs with women in suits, and fancy handbags,” Olivia continued, pausing to lean down and take Megan’s painfully erect nipple into her hot and inviting mouth.

Talking was important, but doing was also very, very necessary, and she’d been thinking about sucking on Megan’s tits for weeks, and over the past few days almost hourly.

“If you get it, we’d be away on location together for months,” Olivia went on, reluctantly releasing Megan’s bud so that she could gaze down at her lover. “I mentioned your name after I got the part, and the studio was very receptive to the idea. If you call them, I doubt you’d even have to audition.”

Megan’s lips quirked up. “You’re serious?”

“Serious as an After School Special,” Olivia replied smiling. “They want to film in Miami,” she continued. “That means staying in the same hotel for weeks and weeks and weeks. I’d say we could even rent a house, but I think Tao would have a fit,” she said apologetically. She was a very lucky woman to have such an understanding husband, and she didn’t want to push her luck.

“You’re playing the step-mother?” Megan asked, turning the idea over in her head and finding nothing but positives … and sexiness.

“Uh huh,” Olivia replied ducking down to kiss Megan again, her hands starting to move once more as she did.

“I’d be the step-daughter?” Megan asked, bringing her hands to Olivia’s hips and running them over the fabric of her panties, squeezing the delicious mounds of flesh. She then slipped her hand beneath panties and cupped Olivia’s ass, making the older woman moan, long and deep. Megan smiled and arched up, seeking out Olivia’s lips, sighing contently when the brunette met her, her sigh turning into a groan when she felt Olivia force her ass back into Megan’s hands as they kissed.

“Yeah,” Olivia murmured softly a few seconds later as Megan’s blunted fingernails began to scrape over her ass. She could practically see the thin red lines that would be forming on her flesh as Megan’s fingers moved. Megan wasn’t scraping her hard enough to hurt. The marks would be gone seconds after they appeared, but the raven-haired girl was definitely touching her hard enough for Olivia to feel, and want it, and need it, and so much more.

“That would make you a bad Mommy, and me a very naughty girl,” Megan drawled, looking into Olivia’s eyes as the older woman squirmed against her. She had to control the urge to sigh with satisfaction and contentment. There were very few things that were as pleasurable as watching Olivia Wilde pant and writhe with desire.

Olivia stilled above Megan for a moment, her face a mask of want and thoughtfulness, and then her eyes fluttered closed and she pressed herself against Megan, grinding against her with a primal moan of contentment.

“You can’t say things like that when I still have clothes on,” Olivia husked minutes later, still moving against Megan but a little less frantically now that she had managed to get some stimulation. The relief of friction, of feeling flesh sliding against her swollen, wet, sex was heavenly, even through her panties.

Megan smiled and ran her hands over Olivia’s ass again. She’d been cupping the firm cheeks as Olivia pressed them together, but she moved one of her hands then to pinch at Olivia playfully.

“I have a lot more to say, so I guess I’ll just have to take your clothes off,” Megan said as Olivia gasped and looked down at her with wide-eyes, surprised by the pinch though she was not hurt by it.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk,” Olivia sassed as Megan’s hand slipped from her underwear to rest on her hips.

“I changed my mind.”

With that, Megan grasped Olivia’s hips firmly and twisted so that a second later Olivia was lying with her back against the mattress and Megan was laying with her everything against Olivia.

Long tapered fingers splayed out against the silky flesh of Olivia’s thigh and began to rub up and down. Olivia sighed contently, her legs automatically parting a little as Megan’s hand began to rub higher and higher, slowly moving towards the warm, damp place where Olivia needed her the ...

“Wait!” Olivia gasped, as delicate fingers pressed against the soaked crotch of her panties.

“You can’t possibly mean that,” Megan said in a somewhat strangled tone. Olivia was so wet that Megan doubted she would have been able to find a dry spot. The brunette was practically dripping, and even though Megan had stopped moving her fingers when Olivia said ‘wait’, the older woman’s hips were bucking gently, pressing up into Megan’s hand, forcing contact between it and her very excited center.

“If I give you the info will you call them? About the script,” Olivia said, forcing her hips to remain still for a moment as she waited for Megan’s reply.

“I will. I mean I want to. I’d like to,” Megan began her brows scrunching together as she tried to concentrate on their discussion instead of the feel of Olivia against her hand. “You’re sure it’s okay?” Megan asked, her face becoming serious as she looked down at Olivia keenly.

“I’m sure,” Olivia responded, knowing that Megan wasn’t asking about whether or not it was okay to call the studio, but instead whether or not it was okay with her husband that they could possibly be off together for months.

Olivia understood the inquiry. Tao knowing that occasionally when Olivia said she was going out for drinks or coffee that she actually met up with Megan and went down on her was one thing. The two of them being away on location for weeks at a time, doing god knew what, whenever they wanted was a very different proposition, however.

“Honestly, its okay,” Olivia continued, when Megan continued to look at her somewhat dubiously. “Besides, we won’t be able to run completely amuck. He’ll be around sometimes,” she continued, the statement forcing her to give up on the idea of herself and Megan renting a house while on location for good.

An indecipherable look came over Megan’s face for a moment, and then she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Awkward,” she drawled, more a moment sounding exactly like the teenagers she played on screen.

“Only a little more awkward than usual,” Olivia offered dryly.

Megan guffawed and rolled her eyes again.

“You’re not going to try and introduce us are you?” The raven-haired beauty asked suddenly, looking down at Olivia aghast.

“No,” Olivia responded quickly and decisively. That was not something that ever needed to happen, ever.

“Good,” Megan said relieved. “Because –”

“Awkward?” Olivia supplied, smiling a little.

Megan smiled and nodded, and then a mischievous look came into her eyes and she moaned, “Oh god. We’re beginning to finish each others sentences!”

“It’s okay. Don’t panic!” Olivia responded smiling. “We’re got plenty of towels in the bathroom,” she went on, forcing herself not to be distracted by the absolutely adorable expression on Megan’s face in response to her The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy reference. It was part amusement and part chagrin and one-hundred percent adorable. It made Olivia want to kiss her all over and not stop until her lips fell off. “And I know exactly how to make everything better.”

“How?” Megan asked softly, shifting against Olivia as she saw her lover’s lips curve up into a sensual smile.

“Take off my panties, get between my legs and lick until I tell you to stop,” Olivia responded, looking straight into Megan’s eyes.

She had to struggle to keep a straight face. If somehow they ended up in prison she was going to have to work on her delivery and game face if she wanted Megan to be the bitch.

“As you wish,” Megan’s voice said though her eyes said, ‘I think you’re dreamy and I’d have your babies if I could’.

Megan’s hands moved to the inside of Olivia’s thighs once more, and then began to push gently, forcing them apart until she began to meet resistance. Then, with her eyes holding Olivia’s, Megan began to shimmy down the brunette’s body, ready and very, very willing to fulfill her lover’s request.