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Entry tags:
For Challenge 297 - Stay - Plans - Life - Jane Seever/Dani Reese
Title: Plans
Fandom: Life
Pairing: Jane Seever/Dani Reese
Rating: Mature
Challenge: 297 - Stay
Word Count: 500
Content Note: Some D/s elements
Summary: Sometimes the plans have to be set aside
Seever had a plan for how her career was going to go. Actually, she had multiple plans- the one-year, the five-year, and the ten-year, which, if everything else fell into place would have her in the mayor's office and on her way to the next rung in the political ladder.
She did not have a plan for this.
“Hands over your head,” ordered Reese.
Seever complied, curling her hands around the bedposts, exposing herself more fully to Reese.
“Good. Now, stay still and you'll be rewarded.”
Seever was so grateful for this arrangement, being able to let go of that tight control for a few minutes every so often. It surprised her when Reese had first approached her. She'd been on her way to a happy hour with the rest of the unit- bonding with her fellow officers was one of those things that were important for connections.
“Reese, are you coming?” she'd asked.
“Can't. I'm in the program.”
“Oh.”
“Thanks for the invite though.”
“Sure. See you tomorrow.”
“Seever?”
“Yes?”
“You're not going to be able to unwind that way.”
“Probably not.”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“My place.”
Seever thought about it for a moment. It was one night. One night wouldn't make much difference in the grand scheme of things. She'd get to know Reese better. It might be nice having a female friend. “Okay,” she said.
In retrospect, she should have anticipated it better. She was barely able to take in the front room of the apartment- everything tidy, nothing overly ornate- before Reese was pulling her into the bedroom and kissing her.
“Is this okay?” Reese asked.
“Yeah. I didn't have sex on the agenda for another month. We are having sex, right? Because if we aren't then maybe we should...”
Reese pressed her fingers to Seever's lips. “Shhh.”
“Did you want me to...?”
“Let's not talk right now.” Reese unbuttoned Seever's blouse. “If you speak unless directed, everything stops. Is that clear?”
Seever nodded.
“Take off your clothes.”
It was a strange experience, not being able to speak during sex. Seever was used to giving directions, asking questions, or otherwise providing a running commentary. Over the course of a few months with Reese, she was able to stay dutifully quiet.
Seever soon figured out that Reese would back off every time she closed her eyes. No letting the mind drift, a stray thought on an unsolved case, and she'd be left unfulfilled. They hadn't quite graduated to bondage yet, Reese relied on Seever's self-control to keep her in place.
With nothing else to occupy her mind, Seever was able to focus on every touch, every brush of fingers or lips against her exposed skin. There was nothing in her mind except Reese and what Reese was doing to her.
For a few minutes a day, a few days a month, Seever left the planning to someone else.
Fandom: Life
Pairing: Jane Seever/Dani Reese
Rating: Mature
Challenge: 297 - Stay
Word Count: 500
Content Note: Some D/s elements
Summary: Sometimes the plans have to be set aside
Seever had a plan for how her career was going to go. Actually, she had multiple plans- the one-year, the five-year, and the ten-year, which, if everything else fell into place would have her in the mayor's office and on her way to the next rung in the political ladder.
She did not have a plan for this.
“Hands over your head,” ordered Reese.
Seever complied, curling her hands around the bedposts, exposing herself more fully to Reese.
“Good. Now, stay still and you'll be rewarded.”
Seever was so grateful for this arrangement, being able to let go of that tight control for a few minutes every so often. It surprised her when Reese had first approached her. She'd been on her way to a happy hour with the rest of the unit- bonding with her fellow officers was one of those things that were important for connections.
“Reese, are you coming?” she'd asked.
“Can't. I'm in the program.”
“Oh.”
“Thanks for the invite though.”
“Sure. See you tomorrow.”
“Seever?”
“Yes?”
“You're not going to be able to unwind that way.”
“Probably not.”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“My place.”
Seever thought about it for a moment. It was one night. One night wouldn't make much difference in the grand scheme of things. She'd get to know Reese better. It might be nice having a female friend. “Okay,” she said.
In retrospect, she should have anticipated it better. She was barely able to take in the front room of the apartment- everything tidy, nothing overly ornate- before Reese was pulling her into the bedroom and kissing her.
“Is this okay?” Reese asked.
“Yeah. I didn't have sex on the agenda for another month. We are having sex, right? Because if we aren't then maybe we should...”
Reese pressed her fingers to Seever's lips. “Shhh.”
“Did you want me to...?”
“Let's not talk right now.” Reese unbuttoned Seever's blouse. “If you speak unless directed, everything stops. Is that clear?”
Seever nodded.
“Take off your clothes.”
It was a strange experience, not being able to speak during sex. Seever was used to giving directions, asking questions, or otherwise providing a running commentary. Over the course of a few months with Reese, she was able to stay dutifully quiet.
Seever soon figured out that Reese would back off every time she closed her eyes. No letting the mind drift, a stray thought on an unsolved case, and she'd be left unfulfilled. They hadn't quite graduated to bondage yet, Reese relied on Seever's self-control to keep her in place.
With nothing else to occupy her mind, Seever was able to focus on every touch, every brush of fingers or lips against her exposed skin. There was nothing in her mind except Reese and what Reese was doing to her.
For a few minutes a day, a few days a month, Seever left the planning to someone else.