Fic: Sweet Talker (Erin Cummings/Julia Voth, RPFS)

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Title: Sweet Talker
Fandom: Bitch Slap
Pairing: RPFS, Erin Cummings/Julia Voth
Rating: R, language, sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, they are real people.
Summary: Erin’s in the dog house after the interview with Carrie Keagan. Will she be able to convince Julia to forgive her?

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Erin bit down on her lip as Julia brushed by her and strode into the main part of the suite without a word. The brunette was mad at her, but Erin wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying the view … especially since, she suspected that she wasn’t going to be able to soothe Julia’s irritation with her any time soon. She’d gotten the cold shoulder the whole ride back to the hotel from the set of ‘Up Close with Carrie Keagan’, and before she and Julia had parted ways with America, the olive-skinned beauty had smirked at her, shook her head and then given her a supportive squeeze on the shoulder before heading towards her room.

Finally tearing her eyes away from Julia’s shapely rear end, Erin closed the door behind her and took a deep, fortifying breath before moving into the main part of the room as well.

Erin kicked off her heels by the closet and then moved towards the big bed in the center of the room which Julia was seated on the edge of. The brunette was unlacing her boots, pretending to be unaware of Erin’s presence though the redhead knew that Julia was aware she was approaching. She was moving softly, and Julia’s back was to her, but Julia seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to her, and she’d never really been able to sneak up on the other woman.

“So, are you just never going to talk to me again?” Erin asked as she slinked across the bed, settling herself behind Julia so that she could wrap her arms around the brunette’s waist and place her chin on her shoulder.

“I’m thinking about it,” Julia murmured, but she made no move to try and break free from the redhead’s embrace, and Erin relaxed a bit as she realized that she wasn’t in water as hot as she had feared.

“What can I do to stop you from thinking about it?” Erin asked, lifting her chin off of Julia’s shoulder so that she could press a soft, warm kiss against her lover’s neck.

“Hmm,” Julia hummed, her body jerking a little in the circle of Erin’s arms as she pulled off one of her boots and dropped it to the floor, “how about not sticking your head under other women’s skirts.”

Erin grimaced and then nuzzled her face into the warm nook between Julia’s neck and shoulder, trailing her lips gently against the brunette’s skin until she heard Julia sigh softly. Sticking her head under Carrie Keagan’s skirt really hadn’t been the brightest idea she’d ever had, though it had been pretty funny at the time.

“I’m sorry,” Erin murmured as Julia began unlacing her second boot. “I was just joking,” she murmured, her voice apologetic as she kissed Julia’s shoulder lightly. “America’s a bad influence on me,” Erin continued, nipping at Julia’s skin lightly as the brunette pulled off her other boot and threw it to the ground.

“So it’s America’s fault you were acting like a dirty ho?” Julia asked, pushing back against Erin, encouraging the redhead to lie down so that she could stretch out beside her.

“I don’t know if I was acting like a dirty ho, exactly,” Erin began as Julia stretched out beside her on the bed, a dark, perfectly shaped eyebrow arching incredulously high on Julia’s forehead as she gazed at the redhead.

“Your head was under her skirt. And don’t even get me started on the fellatio speech,” Julia interjected before Erin could try and defend herself further. “I mean, my god,” Julia drawled, but her lips had curved up a little, and her voice had taken on a slightly husky quality that let Erin know her lover wasn’t nearly as scandalized as she was pretending to be.

“I might have said fellatio,” Erin began, shimmying closer to Julia on the bed, “but I was thinking about cunnilingus,” she continued, smiling a little as Julia rolled her eyes at her. “I was thinking about how I want to lick your pussy more than I want a job,” Erin breathed out, brushing her lips against Julia’s. “I was thinking about how I want to suck your clit meat more …”

“Ew,” Julia declared, interrupting Erin’s seduction with a slap on the arm as the redhead playfully kissed her jaw.

“What?” Erin asked cheekily, smiling against Julia’s flesh as she pressed her lips migrated down to press against the column of the brunette’s throat. “I want to suck you clit more than I want to fight for my rights. That’s super romantic.”

“That’s not what you said,” Julia muttered frowning a little even though she arched her head back to give Erin better access to her neck as she spoke.

Erin laughed lightly as she pressed her lips against Julia’s chest and Julia swatted her soundly again.

“It’s not?” Erin inquired innocently. “What did I say then?” the redhead continued, as she kissed her way down Julia’s chest, occasionally nipping lightly at the pale skin beneath her lips as she made her way towards the valley between Julia’s breasts.

Julia thought about Erin’s question for a moment and then sighed as she realized that there was no way their current thread of conversation would led to anything other than that disgusting phrase being repeated again, which she knew was Erin’s intention.

“Oh, just go back to telling me how much you love going down on me,” Julia sighed as she brought her hand to Erin’s head and began to thread slim fingers through her lover’s fiery mane of hair.

Erin hummed in pleasure and shifted her position so that she was laying half on top of the brunette.

“I,” she began as she made her way back up to Julia’s lips and placed a quick kiss on them. “Want to,” she continued, speaking slowly and deliberately as she stared deeply into Julia’s eyes, “lick your sweet-honey pot more than I want to fucking go shopping,” she went on, rubbing her thigh suggestively along Julia’s before pressing it firmly between the brunette’s legs. “And you know how much I love shopping,” Erin drawled, slipping her hand under Julia’s shirt so that her fingers could dance teasingly over warm flesh, as she once again pressed her lips against the brunette’s. “I wanna lick that pussy more than I wanna breathe. I wanna just burrow on up in there and never leave. I wanna live in that warm, moist slice of heaven. I wanna just build a nest up there and …”

“Shut up,” Julia declared as she took hold of her smiling girlfriend’s hips and then flipped them over so that she could lord over Erin. “You’re such a dildo,” Julia breathed out as she settled herself on top of the redhead. “You’re supposed to be apologizing to me.”

“Take off your pants, scoot a little higher, and I will,” Erin responded, running her hands provocatively up and down Julia’s denim clad thighs.

“You’re such a sweet talker,” Julia replied, capturing Erin’s hands and holding them in her own to stop the redhead from touching her. “It’s no wonder ‘The Keagan’ couldn’t resist you.”

Julia’s words were light, but her expression was serious and Erin fought the urge to sigh and bury her face in the pillows.

Erin brushed her thumb against the back of Julia’s hand gently a few times, and then she tugged their joined hands lightly until Julia slipped off of her and they were lying side by side on the bed once more.

“The Keagan’s gotten all of the action she’s going to get from this fire-crotch. I promise,” Erin murmured, pressing the tip of her nose against Julia’s and rubbing it playfully as she drew her arm around the brunette’s waist. “I should have exercised more discretion,” Erin went on, her voice soft and serious now, all hint of teasing gone as she gazed at her lover. “I acted like a complete twat and I’m sorry. I’m lucky to have you, and despite my antics today I really do know it.”

Julia’s features softened as Erin finished talking, and her body relaxed against the mattress.

“No more kissing interviewers,” Julia breathed out, her hand lifting to cup Erin’s face as she spoke.

“No more kissing interviewers,” Erin agreed softly, maintaining eye contact with Julia even though she wanted to allow her eyes to close as the brunette’s thumb gently stroked her cheek.

“Even if they’re cute,” Julia added, a small smile touching her lips as Erin turned her face into her hand and kissed her palm tenderly.

“Even if they’re cute,” Erin repeated dutifully.

“And have really awesome racks,” Julia whispered before she leaned in and pressed her lips to Erin’s.

“And have really awesome racks,” Erin parroted obediently. “Though, just for the record, yours is better.”

Julia smiled widely and kissed Erin again. She knew the redhead was lying, her tits were pretty damn good, but that Keagan chicks were out of this world. She’d felt them, she knew, but she appreciated Erin’s words and the sentiment behind them.

“You’re a piece of work you know that?” Julia murmured affectionately against Erin’s lips as they kissed softly and slowly, simply enjoying the closeness of each other and the warmth and taste of each other’s mouths. “A very, very sexy,” Julia’s hand slipped under Erin’s dress and slowly she ran it up the redhead’s thigh, taking the crimson material with her, “very flexible piece of work.”

Erin’s lower abdominal muscles tensed, and a small shiver ran through body at the timber Julia’s voice had taken on.

“My legs are going to end up over my head any second now, aren’t they?” Erin asked, struggling to keep her hips still as she looked up at her lover. She knew what that low silky purr and the way Julia was rubbing her legs meant, and she wanted it.

“Oh yeah,” Julia drawled, raking her nails possessively up Erin’s thighs. “You’re going to get it Trixie style tonight.”

Erin licked her lips and her thighs slipped open creating a space for Julia which the brunette promptly filled.

“Do your worst,” Erin exhaled breathlessly as Julia’s hands kneaded her thighs.

“Oh, I plan to,” Julia murmured, and then she found a better way than talking to occupy both her mouth and Erin’s.

The End