Aug. 14th, 2006 04:12 pm
Title: Summer Fun
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andrealyn
Rating: R
Fandom and Pairing: P&P RPS, Rosamund/Keira
Claim and Prompt: 'Summer', Touch
Warnings: F/F.
Notes: A piece centred about a quote of Rosamund's about how they used to go swimming naked in the lake while they shot.
Summary: Keira's always envied Rosamund's chest and now asks the ultimate question.
The summer sun dappled over the lake outside the shoot, where picnic baskets lay unkempt and trees willowed in the breeze. The younger girls were filming and Keira had dragged Rosamund forcibly down to the lake, pleading for just a half hour by the water and a great deal of shrieks and giggles later, Rosamund had agreed, lest she be pushed into the water by force rather than by choice.
Keira was munching on an apple, wearing sweats and her hair tied up, bangs wispy in the summer breeze. Rosamund was basking in the shade, not quite adept to being out in the sun for too long, lest her skin became a truly unflattering shade of red.
She felt a tug on her rugby jersey – far too large for her, having borrowed it from Simon – and peered to see Keira looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.
“What?” Rosamund asked, quite dreading the answer already.
Keira’s lips twisted up and her nose crinkled, very cutely. “Come swim,” she said invitingly. She was giving that coy look and tugging on Rosamund’s hands, back and forth, as though a seesaw. Rosamund sighed, quite put upon, and abandoned the idea of reading through her lines again. “Please?” Keira wheedled. “I won’t stop until you swim, you realize?”
“Yes, I gathered,” Rosamund remarked dryly, with a teasing smile.
Keira lit up, absolutely, like a ray of sunshine peeking through a cloud. “Good!” she announced happily, wiggling out of her sweats and giving Rosamund a mischievous look. “Oh, why get our knickers wet,” she said, with a roll of her eyes. “Fuck it all, we can handle a bit of nudity, can’t we?”
Rosamund knew that Keira was subject to fits of madness, but this one was really taking the cake.
“Oh, the water is plenty warm,” she assured, wandering in, all pale skin like a Botticelli and fit body like a gym in LA. She splashed slightly, disappearing under the surface, small, perky breasts and all, leaving Rosamund to stand there, stripping with an audience, for god’s sake. She sighed and took off the shorts she was wearing first, easing out of the rugby sweater and standing there in just her underwear. “Come on,” Keira encouraged, donning a male tone and smirking prettily from her place, treading water.
Rosamund sighed and dropped her bra to the ground, wiggling out of the cotton pants.
Keira sighed, almost plaintively, as Rosamund waded into the water. “What?” she asked warily, watching Keira for some sort of clue as to what was in need of sighing over. “Keira, really,” Rosamund pleaded.
“I wish I had your cleavage,” Keira muttered enviously, wading a bit closer. “Can I?”
Can she what? Look? See?
“Can I touch?” Keira clarified. “I always was jealous of that, you know. And look at you. Tiny little waist and that massive bust!” She was smirking away. Rosamund cleared her throat, feeling more than a little awkward as she crouched in the water, but nodded, cheeks flushed pink as Keira waded even closer, their legs brushing together beneath the murky surface.
Keira laughed, sounding like a bloke more than anything else as her hand slowly drifted past Rosamund’s stomach and upwards and Rosamund’s breath hitched in her throat as Keira caught her gaze and slid her knee in between Rosamund’s legs, twirling them in the water as they found balance, toes sliding into the wet sand.
Rosamund wondered if maybe Joe or Simon was going to wander in on this scene, or heaven forbid, Donald, but Keira didn’t seem to care and slowly cupped Rosamund’s breast with her hand, leaning in a bit more, her bangs frizzing with the heat of the summer day.
“Do you like it when men touch them?” Keira inquired, her voice low and her words heavy, like molasses. “Or do you prefer kissing for foreplay?”
Rosamund preferred to have coherent thoughts, but at the moment, all she could feel was the way Keira was fondling her breasts.
Keira leaned in, eyelashes fluttering, a playful smile on her lips. “Did Simon do this?” she teased. “Oh, Mr. Bingley,” Keira mocked, in her best ‘Jane Bennet’ voice. She swam backwards, laughing as she did, and wandering out of the water to retrieve her clothing. Rosamund followed, a gentle breaststroke bringing her back to shore, where Keira handed her back the rugby shirt.
Rosamund slipped it on, tugging up her pants and peering past to see Simon and Matthew approaching in costume and she could hardly help the flush of her cheeks. “Keira,” she warned, nodding towards the men.
Keira just slung her arm around Rosamund’s waist, tugging her closer as they passed the men and Keira offered a wink. “Afternoon, boys.”
All the way back to the shoot, Keira and Rosamund giggled and spoke in hushed tones of the latest gossip of the set.
THE END
Author:
andrealynRating: R
Fandom and Pairing: P&P RPS, Rosamund/Keira
Claim and Prompt: 'Summer', Touch
Warnings: F/F.
Notes: A piece centred about a quote of Rosamund's about how they used to go swimming naked in the lake while they shot.
Summary: Keira's always envied Rosamund's chest and now asks the ultimate question.
The summer sun dappled over the lake outside the shoot, where picnic baskets lay unkempt and trees willowed in the breeze. The younger girls were filming and Keira had dragged Rosamund forcibly down to the lake, pleading for just a half hour by the water and a great deal of shrieks and giggles later, Rosamund had agreed, lest she be pushed into the water by force rather than by choice.
Keira was munching on an apple, wearing sweats and her hair tied up, bangs wispy in the summer breeze. Rosamund was basking in the shade, not quite adept to being out in the sun for too long, lest her skin became a truly unflattering shade of red.
She felt a tug on her rugby jersey – far too large for her, having borrowed it from Simon – and peered to see Keira looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.
“What?” Rosamund asked, quite dreading the answer already.
Keira’s lips twisted up and her nose crinkled, very cutely. “Come swim,” she said invitingly. She was giving that coy look and tugging on Rosamund’s hands, back and forth, as though a seesaw. Rosamund sighed, quite put upon, and abandoned the idea of reading through her lines again. “Please?” Keira wheedled. “I won’t stop until you swim, you realize?”
“Yes, I gathered,” Rosamund remarked dryly, with a teasing smile.
Keira lit up, absolutely, like a ray of sunshine peeking through a cloud. “Good!” she announced happily, wiggling out of her sweats and giving Rosamund a mischievous look. “Oh, why get our knickers wet,” she said, with a roll of her eyes. “Fuck it all, we can handle a bit of nudity, can’t we?”
Rosamund knew that Keira was subject to fits of madness, but this one was really taking the cake.
“Oh, the water is plenty warm,” she assured, wandering in, all pale skin like a Botticelli and fit body like a gym in LA. She splashed slightly, disappearing under the surface, small, perky breasts and all, leaving Rosamund to stand there, stripping with an audience, for god’s sake. She sighed and took off the shorts she was wearing first, easing out of the rugby sweater and standing there in just her underwear. “Come on,” Keira encouraged, donning a male tone and smirking prettily from her place, treading water.
Rosamund sighed and dropped her bra to the ground, wiggling out of the cotton pants.
Keira sighed, almost plaintively, as Rosamund waded into the water. “What?” she asked warily, watching Keira for some sort of clue as to what was in need of sighing over. “Keira, really,” Rosamund pleaded.
“I wish I had your cleavage,” Keira muttered enviously, wading a bit closer. “Can I?”
Can she what? Look? See?
“Can I touch?” Keira clarified. “I always was jealous of that, you know. And look at you. Tiny little waist and that massive bust!” She was smirking away. Rosamund cleared her throat, feeling more than a little awkward as she crouched in the water, but nodded, cheeks flushed pink as Keira waded even closer, their legs brushing together beneath the murky surface.
Keira laughed, sounding like a bloke more than anything else as her hand slowly drifted past Rosamund’s stomach and upwards and Rosamund’s breath hitched in her throat as Keira caught her gaze and slid her knee in between Rosamund’s legs, twirling them in the water as they found balance, toes sliding into the wet sand.
Rosamund wondered if maybe Joe or Simon was going to wander in on this scene, or heaven forbid, Donald, but Keira didn’t seem to care and slowly cupped Rosamund’s breast with her hand, leaning in a bit more, her bangs frizzing with the heat of the summer day.
“Do you like it when men touch them?” Keira inquired, her voice low and her words heavy, like molasses. “Or do you prefer kissing for foreplay?”
Rosamund preferred to have coherent thoughts, but at the moment, all she could feel was the way Keira was fondling her breasts.
Keira leaned in, eyelashes fluttering, a playful smile on her lips. “Did Simon do this?” she teased. “Oh, Mr. Bingley,” Keira mocked, in her best ‘Jane Bennet’ voice. She swam backwards, laughing as she did, and wandering out of the water to retrieve her clothing. Rosamund followed, a gentle breaststroke bringing her back to shore, where Keira handed her back the rugby shirt.
Rosamund slipped it on, tugging up her pants and peering past to see Simon and Matthew approaching in costume and she could hardly help the flush of her cheeks. “Keira,” she warned, nodding towards the men.
Keira just slung her arm around Rosamund’s waist, tugging her closer as they passed the men and Keira offered a wink. “Afternoon, boys.”
All the way back to the shoot, Keira and Rosamund giggled and spoke in hushed tones of the latest gossip of the set.
THE END
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