Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-10-19 02:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | het, rated: explicit, roswell |
Fic: Smut Puppy Whore Dog 1/1 Roswell
Remember a while back when I said you would never see some of my earlier fic, like my Roswell stuff.
Well, guess what.
I LIED! MWA HAHAHAHA!
Title: Smut Puppy Whore Dog!
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Fandom: Roswell
Pairing: Liz/Michael - Total Polar!
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell
Warning: Sex
Author's Note: Smut Baby!!!
Rating: Adult
Summary: Elizabeth is Watching. (Parody of Alyson is Watching)
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I sit here behind the counter, listening to them go at it in the storeroom yet again. She is such a cheap slut. My aunt in Florida has a saying, 'slut puppy, whore dog'. Until recently, I didn't know what she meant. Then there was Maria; she will go at it anywhere, anytime. Michael, well, he is a guy, gets it where he can. Can't much blame him for being what he is. Then again, I guess I can.
You see, while she may be getting it now, it wasn't all that long ago I was getting it myself. Sure, she just started like two months ago, which is a long time to a teenager, but really, when compared to the grand scheme of things, it was only yesterday she was still the skanky virgin and me the cheap slut.
Yeah, I know, I was supposed to be dating Max, the king guy, but not really. He had these sexual dysfunctions. Mainly, I think he had a hard on for my ex-boyfriend. So that was a no win situation. I was looking for a man who wanted me for me, not for who I dated. It happened after Max went out of town for a weekend, the same weekend Kyle had *cough*gay*cough* basketball camp.
So there I was, wanting to do something and bored out of my mind. They came in, she was getting all hot headed, and he was just getting hot-ter by the second. He had this dangerous look about him. Pouty lips pulled tight. Sweat held his shirt close to his body while it dripped. Those eyes locked on me as I came to their table, and I swear my panties felt like Niagara Falls in the air-conditioned cafe. He licked his lips slightly to moisten them, and I felt my knees go weak.
I cleared my throat and bimbo, a.k.a. the girlfriend, glared at me. "Can I take your orders?"
She told me a few things while he just stared at me with an unnerving smirk. Like he could smell me as if I was a bitch in heat. He even sniffed the air a bit as his smirk grew. Bastard. He told me to be a good little girl and fetch him a drink and burger. I gave him my best professional death look and told him coming right up. The look in his eyes told me his reply would have been something else, but his girlfriend laid in to him again with her grating voice. Bitch!
Taking the orders back to Juan, I got their drinks with straws. Big mistake. Girly thought it sexy if she did tongue gyrations with the straw. Her sexy stare made her look like she had been struck dumb by a mallet between the eyes. Which would have happened if he hadn't snorted his drink all over her. Jaw hanging open and glazed eyes was the look of a druggie, not a seductress. Needless to say, he was laughing his ass off as she stormed to the bathroom.
When she was gone, he followed me back to the counter to get a rag so he could clean off. He had on a pair of ratty jeans and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It rode up as he reached over the counter for the rag. With out a conscious thought, I watched him clean his shirt off and wipe his body in slow agonizing circles.
He lifted his shirt to get at the skin underneath, where it had soaked through. A chill went down my spine as it too was slowly cleaned. Up and down he wiped at the mess. Not very muscular, but god, he was perfect. Some of the cola had slipped down in his pants while he wiped.
By now, I was tugging on my collar and chewing my lip. I couldn't breathe as he slowly slid his hand and the rag below the top of his jeans. The front of his pants bulged even further. He was very well endowed was all I could tell before his hand slid up to the wrist and he wiped away the last of his drink. My tongue had slid out as I wished it were there instead of that damned cloth.
As he pulled out his hand and the rag, he looked up at me with devil's eyes. I knew he had done it on purpose. Damn him! He handed me the rag, which I absent-mindedly stuck in my alien head apron.
"Now, hows about another soda?"
"Coming right up."
As I turned around to get him the soda, he slid behind me and whispered in my ear. "That's not the only thing." I knew it; he was as dirty in his mind as his body.
I shuddered as he pulled me close and kissed my neck. His body heat made mine skyrocket, especially where his hot breath touched my skin. Hands slid under my uniform, and he removed my under wear. I leaned back in to him, away from the soda machine as we moved down the bar over the sink. My mind said stop, but everything else said shut the hell up. Guess who won out.
His fingers slid inside me and he touched my swollen lips. "Hmm, wet already." He licked my ear as his hips pulled back a little. "Good, cause you're going to need it." I heard the zipper come down, and he bent me forward over the sink. God I was so hot! Or so I thought, until he pushed inside of me.
He was so on fire; it felt like a branding iron was stuck inside me. Not stopping even for the barrier he pushed all the way inside. Never had I felt so filled in my life. It hurt, it burned, it ached, but all in a good way. When I stopped shuddering, I felt him pull out to the tip them slam back in.
I grunted as he repeated the motion again. Over and over, he pumped in to me. A spasm in me made my legs start to tighten closer together. It all centered on his driving motions as he continued to burn me from the inside out. His hands on my hips squeezed me hard as I came, him following a close second behind. Convulsions and shudders made me buckle against the sink and nearly fall in.
A moment later, he was finished filling me with his seed and pulled out. I heard him breathing hard and hiss as he pulled his still sensitive member in his pants. He kissed my neck once, twice and then he was back over the counter. I handed his drink to him as he said thank you. We both knew he did not mean for the drink. I told him anytime. He just smiled and went back to his table.
The idiot came out of the bathroom at the same time as Juan clanged the bell, saying order up. Gods, he was in the kitchen the whole time! As I walked back to the pick up window, he whistled at me and waggled his eyebrows. Too bad he is married, kind of cute. I know he wouldn't tell on me, I know too many secrets.
As I give them their food, a couple of rowdy friends on Kyle's basketball team come in. "Can we get some service?" I smile knowingly at the guy as he winks. Turning to them, I ask where Kyle is, "How should we know? He said he was getting some action this weekend."
Apparently he wasn't the only one.
That was two and a half months ago. My large lover has yet to make a repeat performance, but it is only a matter of time. Maria is coming out of the room with a goofy smile on her face. Bitch. I take the rag out of my apron and inhale deeply. Still smells like him. He is my only, and I his first. Michael comes out of the storeroom and winks at me. I smile back. No matter what Maria says or does I will always be Micheal's first.
THE END