Madame G (
filthgoblin) wrote2009-05-07 06:25 pm
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Ficlet: "Work and Play", State of Play, Anne Collins/Cal McCaffery
Title: Work and Play
Fandom: State of Play
Characters: Anne Collins/Cal McCaffery
Word count: 200
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual activity, some strong language
Summary: Cal can't contain himself at work; seems Anne can't stop herself from helping herself.
Writer's notes:
karaokegal's pursuit of the
mmom has got some wank!fic brewing in my mind. She posted this wonderful drabble earlier in response to a prompt I gave her, and it inspired me to write this one. Unbeta'd, so any mistakes are my own. Any comments, crit or other feedback gratefully received.
Hanging up the phone behind the counter, Anne's brisk nod to the duty manager was acknowledged with a knowing look as she excused herself and disappeared in the direction of the stock room. It wasn't any secret that she had been through a lot, and this wouldn't be the first time she'd slipped off for a crafty smoke to calm her nerves.
Except she didn't need nicotine. Cal's call from the newsroom, purring practically pornographic oaths in hushed tones, left her pulsating with excitement and in need of some time alone. The top button of her jeans was unfastened even before she heard the door click shut behind her. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as fingertips probed beneath the damp fabric of her knickers. With her back to the door she leaned heavily against it, hips tilting to meet her urgent caress and free hand stroking her neck, mimicking the sensation of Cal's thumb tracing her jawline as he kissed her, light touches that turned to hot breath as he fucked her.
It didn't take long. She knew it wouldn't. Flushed with relief she returned to the store, the first genuine smile of the day playing across her lips.
Fandom: State of Play
Characters: Anne Collins/Cal McCaffery
Word count: 200
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual activity, some strong language
Summary: Cal can't contain himself at work; seems Anne can't stop herself from helping herself.
Writer's notes:
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Hanging up the phone behind the counter, Anne's brisk nod to the duty manager was acknowledged with a knowing look as she excused herself and disappeared in the direction of the stock room. It wasn't any secret that she had been through a lot, and this wouldn't be the first time she'd slipped off for a crafty smoke to calm her nerves.
Except she didn't need nicotine. Cal's call from the newsroom, purring practically pornographic oaths in hushed tones, left her pulsating with excitement and in need of some time alone. The top button of her jeans was unfastened even before she heard the door click shut behind her. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as fingertips probed beneath the damp fabric of her knickers. With her back to the door she leaned heavily against it, hips tilting to meet her urgent caress and free hand stroking her neck, mimicking the sensation of Cal's thumb tracing her jawline as he kissed her, light touches that turned to hot breath as he fucked her.
It didn't take long. She knew it wouldn't. Flushed with relief she returned to the store, the first genuine smile of the day playing across her lips.
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(You might want to post to
I'll definitely return the pimpage, as well. :)
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Btw icon... lovely! who made it? xD
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Thanks for the comment. It's much appreciated!
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and you're welcome hope you do more fics/drabbles
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I have some other State of Play drabbles that you might enjoy if you liked this one. You could try these three (http://filthgoblin.livejournal.com/13312.html), which I wrote recently, and this one (http://filthgoblin.livejournal.com/1404.html?thread=15228#t15228), which I wrote a while ago.
Feel free to have a nose around here if you think there's something you might like. All my fic is clearly tagged, so poke about a bit if you have the time and/or the inclination :)
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p.s. Your icon? What the Master said...
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(Y'know, that storeroom sees a lot of action.)
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I think the storeroom should henceforth be known as the Storeroom of Sex :p
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