Friday Night Lights - Dream Sequences
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veiledndarknessTitle: The Laundry Room
A part of the Haunt Me Universe
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Tim/Julie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Moonlight desires...weave that spell that pulls me under. Julie's dreams are only growing stronger.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.
Warning: This is hardcore NC-17. Explicit sexual scenes.
xx
Dream Sequence – 1
Julie sighed as she bent over, scooping the clothing out from the dryer. She dumped the warm, clean clothes into the laundry basket, shivering a little when she felt a cool breeze drift past her thighs, her too-short shorts riding up as she searched with one hand for any remaining socks. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and stand up, a sudden knowledge that she was no longer alone in the house, or even the laundry room for that matter.
A hard hand palmed the length of her thigh, startling a squeak from her. Julie whipped her head around in time to see Tim press her against the dryer, a hint of a smirk on his lips. She bit her bottom lip, the unasked question dying before she could get a word out. Tim ran his hands over her thighs again, tracing circles higher and higher, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks, the fabric of her shorts too high for decency outside the house.
Julie rested against the still warm dryer, her palms splayed over the machine. She sucked in a quick breath when she felt Tim tug her shorts down slowly, his fingers pulling her panties to the side, his eyes greedily looking her over. Julie felt her face flame, her shorts pooled around her ankles, Tim's thumb holding the fabric of her panties to her thigh, a sudden tingle of arousal coursing through her.
Tim leaned in, pressing a kiss to her skin, his tongue darting out once. Julie moaned, her thighs spreading further for him. He knelt on the ground, pushing his tongue into her hard and fast. Julie moaned again, breathy gasps filling the air. Tim's tongue...She shivered, focusing on the slick feeling inside her. He was practically fucking her with his tongue. Julie gasped louder when she felt his thumb brush over her clit, a hard shiver pulsing through her.
Tim moved his tongue out of her. He turned her around, facing him then. Julie panted for air, unable to look away when he spread her lips open with two fingers, his tongue licking slowly and steadily over her clit. Julie moaned loudly, her thighs shaking. He rubbed his tongue over the nub, slow, too slow licks that left her gasping for more. Julie gripped the dryer, writhing under his touch, her palms slick and damp with sweat. He brought her closer to the edge, his tongue dipping inside to taste her, and then back out to lick her, and then back in.
Julie trembled, her moans running together and just as she could feel the orgasm coming, he stopped. "No!" she half sobbed, her legs shaking. Tim tugged her panties back in place, the fabric dampening from her arousal. Julie stared at him in disbelief. "Please..." she croaked, her clit aching and swollen from his tongue.
Tim lifted her onto the still running washer just as the timer clicked, sending the machine into the spin cycle. Julie gripped his arms; the vibrations making her feel weak. She held onto him, gasping and rocking with the machine. After several excruciatingly long minutes, Tim leaned Julie backwards on the washer, tugging her panties to the side again. She cried out when he swiped his tongue over her clit, rubbing hard and fast, her orgasm slamming into her, her thighs holding his face to her as she came with a soft wail.
Tim breathed out softly when she relaxed her legs, dropping her panties back in place, the fabric soaked. He rubbed one finger over her teasingly, the damp fabric molding to her skin. Julie gasped, her clit pulsing from the gentle nudge. She already wanted more, needed more. Tim leaned in, tweaking her hard nipples over her shirt. She moaned, arching into his touch. He ran his thumb over her clit through the panties, rubbing her as he pushed her shirt up, his lips capturing a nipple and tugging.
Julie rocked on his thumb, moaning lowly, his tongue teasing and toying with her nipples until she was begging, wet and aching for more. Tim eased her panties down to her knees, his tongue bathing her again, coaxing more whimpers from her. She felt two fingers push inside her and rode them hard, his tongue rubbing her clit until she was nearly screaming.
He unzipped his jeans, sliding into her moments later. Julie gripped him hard, Tim's thumb rubbing slow, wet circles on her. He whispered her name in her ear, his hand on her hip, thrusting into her. Julie cried out, the vibrations making her tingle all over, Tim inside her, his thumb rubbing faster. She gripped his arms as she came again, moaning his name.
Tim leaned in, kissing her, his hips pushing in again, a surge of wet heat inside her as he came. Julie smiled, dazed on the washer, her body tingling. She closed her eyes for a moment, holding Tim tightly to her, unwilling to wake up just then.
xx
A part of the Haunt Me Universe
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Tim/Julie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Moonlight desires...weave that spell that pulls me under. Julie's dreams are only growing stronger.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.
Warning: This is hardcore NC-17. Explicit sexual scenes.
xx
Dream Sequence – 1
Julie sighed as she bent over, scooping the clothing out from the dryer. She dumped the warm, clean clothes into the laundry basket, shivering a little when she felt a cool breeze drift past her thighs, her too-short shorts riding up as she searched with one hand for any remaining socks. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and stand up, a sudden knowledge that she was no longer alone in the house, or even the laundry room for that matter.
A hard hand palmed the length of her thigh, startling a squeak from her. Julie whipped her head around in time to see Tim press her against the dryer, a hint of a smirk on his lips. She bit her bottom lip, the unasked question dying before she could get a word out. Tim ran his hands over her thighs again, tracing circles higher and higher, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks, the fabric of her shorts too high for decency outside the house.
Julie rested against the still warm dryer, her palms splayed over the machine. She sucked in a quick breath when she felt Tim tug her shorts down slowly, his fingers pulling her panties to the side, his eyes greedily looking her over. Julie felt her face flame, her shorts pooled around her ankles, Tim's thumb holding the fabric of her panties to her thigh, a sudden tingle of arousal coursing through her.
Tim leaned in, pressing a kiss to her skin, his tongue darting out once. Julie moaned, her thighs spreading further for him. He knelt on the ground, pushing his tongue into her hard and fast. Julie moaned again, breathy gasps filling the air. Tim's tongue...She shivered, focusing on the slick feeling inside her. He was practically fucking her with his tongue. Julie gasped louder when she felt his thumb brush over her clit, a hard shiver pulsing through her.
Tim moved his tongue out of her. He turned her around, facing him then. Julie panted for air, unable to look away when he spread her lips open with two fingers, his tongue licking slowly and steadily over her clit. Julie moaned loudly, her thighs shaking. He rubbed his tongue over the nub, slow, too slow licks that left her gasping for more. Julie gripped the dryer, writhing under his touch, her palms slick and damp with sweat. He brought her closer to the edge, his tongue dipping inside to taste her, and then back out to lick her, and then back in.
Julie trembled, her moans running together and just as she could feel the orgasm coming, he stopped. "No!" she half sobbed, her legs shaking. Tim tugged her panties back in place, the fabric dampening from her arousal. Julie stared at him in disbelief. "Please..." she croaked, her clit aching and swollen from his tongue.
Tim lifted her onto the still running washer just as the timer clicked, sending the machine into the spin cycle. Julie gripped his arms; the vibrations making her feel weak. She held onto him, gasping and rocking with the machine. After several excruciatingly long minutes, Tim leaned Julie backwards on the washer, tugging her panties to the side again. She cried out when he swiped his tongue over her clit, rubbing hard and fast, her orgasm slamming into her, her thighs holding his face to her as she came with a soft wail.
Tim breathed out softly when she relaxed her legs, dropping her panties back in place, the fabric soaked. He rubbed one finger over her teasingly, the damp fabric molding to her skin. Julie gasped, her clit pulsing from the gentle nudge. She already wanted more, needed more. Tim leaned in, tweaking her hard nipples over her shirt. She moaned, arching into his touch. He ran his thumb over her clit through the panties, rubbing her as he pushed her shirt up, his lips capturing a nipple and tugging.
Julie rocked on his thumb, moaning lowly, his tongue teasing and toying with her nipples until she was begging, wet and aching for more. Tim eased her panties down to her knees, his tongue bathing her again, coaxing more whimpers from her. She felt two fingers push inside her and rode them hard, his tongue rubbing her clit until she was nearly screaming.
He unzipped his jeans, sliding into her moments later. Julie gripped him hard, Tim's thumb rubbing slow, wet circles on her. He whispered her name in her ear, his hand on her hip, thrusting into her. Julie cried out, the vibrations making her tingle all over, Tim inside her, his thumb rubbing faster. She gripped his arms as she came again, moaning his name.
Tim leaned in, kissing her, his hips pushing in again, a surge of wet heat inside her as he came. Julie smiled, dazed on the washer, her body tingling. She closed her eyes for a moment, holding Tim tightly to her, unwilling to wake up just then.
xx
