apocalypsos | Fic: No Rhyme or Reason, Pushing Daisies (R)

I just want to make sure I get my Porn Battle stories on my LJ. :)

Title: No Rhyme or Reason
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Chuck/Olive
Rating: R
Author's note: Yes, it rhymes. That's why I get for writing PD smut late at night.

This is just a compromise, that's all it really is. Olive wants Ned and Ned wants Chuck and they can't even kiss. Olive wants Ned to do things that he won't, to do to her what Chuck and Ned don't. But Ned's still too scared and afraid to touch, to let either one close enough to grab and clutch.

It's how Olive and Chuck find themselves here, with Olive's skirt hitched up and Chuck's hands on her rear. If Ned won't touch then Chuck sees no problem. She's locked the apartment door and it's just the two of them. No one will see Chuck's fingers slide across Olive's skin, pushing apart her pale knees to let an eager Chuck in.

Chuck's tongue crosses her lips in a sweet teasing dance, a portent of something hotter than just chaste romance. Olive shivers at the sight, squirms beneath her with a gasp, and then there's that tongue again with a stunningly wonderful rasp, right there where Ned won't go, where Chuck plays just so. She moves Olive's legs 'til they're out of the way, ignores Olive's whimpers as she leans close to say, “Oh, won't this be fun,” in a light saucy voice, and then her tongue is back down there and Olive is just done.

Olive cries out, she sobs, and she sings, and there's a soft happy giggle from Chuck as Olive's hands cling. Her fingers thread through dark hair as Chuck gets into it, tongues at her sensitive flesh and noses at her clit. Olive wriggles and moves, bucks her hips under restraining hands, and trusts in Chuck to catch her when she lands.

Chuck enjoys the game they play like it's not too much trouble, like there's wild exotic things she learned but doesn't want to burst anyone's bubble. People think she's so sweet but Olive knows better, knows it very well now because Chuck 's going to let her. Doesn't have a choice right now with her tongue inside Olive, with her roaming fingers filling Olive with every ounce of pleasure she can give.

And then Olive moans, a long low loud sound. She writhes in Chuck's grasp, the advances of Chuck's tongue making her thrash all around. Chuck holds her through her orgasm, coos soft calming words, presses soft kisses to her thighs like the caresses of affectionate birds.

Olive laughs herself then. It's easy to do. It'd be hard to hold it in because Chuck does it too. They move close and kiss, an embrace hot enough to burn, and then Olive flips Chuck onto her back because she's more than earned her turn.