Title: Are You Going To Love It?
Author: sdk
Fandom: Love it or List it RPF (yes, I am ashamed, tyvm)
Pairing/Characters: Hilary/David
Rating: PG-13
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 440 words
Warnings/Content: Everything's rather implied, but talk of toys (possibly strap-ons), possible pegging, and spanking.
Summary: David mopes over his recent loss and Hilary knows just the thing to cheer them both up.
Notes: I blame alisanne for this. Unbeta'd so please forgive and/or point out any typos/errors, thanks!
Disclaimer: The following is fictional. I don't own Love it or List it nor do I claim any of this is real.


Are You Going To Love It?

It was a bit unfair, Hilary thought as she watched David mope into his scotch. His third of the night, she reminded herself. He'd forgone his usual Pinot Grigio for something stronger, a rarity for David, to be certain, but he'd been on a slight losing streak as of late.

But it was a bit unfair for him to look so pitiful and down when Hilary had hardly even gloated since they'd packed up filming and headed for their customary drink. If it had been the opposite—if David had won and Hilary had been forced to pay for some ridiculously expensive label of whatever was the hottest trend of the season (David was, after all, a complete swot about wine), Hilary would have been subject to all manner of boasting, growing more slurred as the night wore on.

So Hilary shouldn't feel sorry for David as he mumbled into his glass, "You should have seen the en suite, Hilary. I want to live in that en suite," but there was nothing for it. She took care of the cheque (despite their bet) and carefully urged David from his seat.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Hilary said as she helped David into his fitted trench coat. "I've something back at the hotel that will make you feel better."

"Something back at the hotel?" David brightened, his cheeks flushed with drink and the chilly night air as they left the bar. "Is it the--"

"Shh." Hilary pressed a finger to his lips. They were cold, but wet and when he parted them slightly, a shiver went down Hilary's spine. It was mad how this weaselly little man could affect her. "You'll find out at the hotel. But I'll give you a hint. Nine inches."

"That's bigger than last time," he said, his voice hushed and nearly lost in the wind that blew around them. Excitement laced with a hint of fear flashed in his eyes and Hilary hurried him along to the car, now anxious to get started.

"This takes the sting out of losing, just a tad," David said. A vision of his skin blooming with hand-shaped red splotches fluttered through Hilary's mind as she started the engine, and she had to press her thighs together for a moment before she could drive.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Hilary's lips pulled into a teasing smile and she caught sight of David's eyes widening out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help it; she laughed.

Yes, she was going to love it tonight, all right. Of that, Hilary was certain.


-Fin-







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