Title: "No Shower"
Author: Rebecca Bradstreet
Rated: NC-17
Archive: Sure.
Summary: Grayson and TJ with a little free time.
Warning: Sex.
Disclaimer/Notes: I don't own Grayson he belongs to Panzer/Davis, etc. I do own Theresa Joy "TJ" Grey. This was my response to the "Twelve Inches of Love Meat" Midweek Challenge on a writing board I frequent. It's set in my version of the To Be/Not To Be timeline. I use // as thoughts, and ** as emphasis. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
"No Shower"
Rebecca Bradstreet (c) 2000"Hey where are *my* 12 inches of love meat going?" T.J. called from the bed. She was stretched out on it naked, and he had to turn and look at her.
"I *was* going to go have a shower," Grayson growled playfully at the little fiend.
Her head and shoulders hung down off the bed her long brown hair heaped on the floor, and her arms reaching toward him. It was a very distracting sight. Her back arched her breasts stood up above the rest of her body. She started to grope along the bed top with one hand, and he realized what she was after a mere moment before she had it. She tossed one of the pillows at him. He let it hit him bent down to pick it up. He would choose the moment to toss it at her that was best. She began to sit up on the bed one arm holding her up off the bed. He tossed the pillow knocking her arm out, laying her out flat on the bed.
"Oh so that's how we're playing it? Going to come back her and enjoy your shot?" T.J. asked as she ran her hands suggestively over her body. The little fiend knew she had him as soon as he turned back to answer her question. She was dangerous, 800 years old, and she'd spent them all fighting or fucking to get what she wanted. She'd flitted in and out of his life before he'd killed Darius. Then he'd been the dangerous addiction. Now she was. It didn't matter much. Mostly she was a danger to Horton and his Hunters. They'd nicknamed her T.J. "The Terror" Grey.
"I don't know," he told her even as he sat down on the bed next to her. He touched the soft brown hair that she always wore long and loose.
"Are you just looking for another round with *my* 12 inches of love meat, or do you want more than love meat?" Grayson asked using her words because he knew it amused her.
She didn't bother answering with words. She climbed his torso with her arms, and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue passed his lips. He kissed her back, putting his arms around her, and laying her out on the bed. She clung to him kissing him, licking him, spreading her legs and whispering to him, "You do have so many nice features, I want whatever you feel like sharing."
He laughed kissing her back, then thrusting *the* 12 inches of love meat between her spread legs. She moaned pressing her body to his, feeling each and every inch. They ground their bodies together rocking slowly. Finally they came. When they began to relax, Grayson observed, "I still haven't had a shower."
"Of course not. You had to bring back my 12 inches of love meat," T.J. purred, kissing him.