[experiment]
Disclaimer: If you've heard of them, I don't own them. Everything else is mine, so no stealing, pretty please. ;-)
A/N: Written as part of BFC Challenge (Round III). Constraints were as follows...pairing: Jamie McMurray/OFC, any rating, no special factors, and the required line was: "What the heck is that? And how did it end up in THERE?"
A/N II: Naughty! Not for little
ones!
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"What the heck is that? And
how did it end up in THERE?" She exclaimed as she dug through her shoulder
bag and pulled out a copy of Penthouse Letters with an incredulous
look. She stared at the subdued cover for a long moment, reading "...straight
from the sexy lives and times of Penthouse readers!" before turning to
look questioningly at her boyfriend.
Jamie tried to look like an innocent little boy as she glared across the room
at him, but began laughing as a smirk crossed her lips.
"Is this a hint from you?" She asked playfully. "Or is Casey
flirting with me again?"
"I just...I thought it was very...educational." Jamie said reasonably.
"Educational?" She repeated, flipping open the book and scanning
the chapter titles out loud.
"Clusterfucks, Open Season, Three-For-All, Pursuit and Capture, Domination
and Discipline." She paused, putting the book down carefully. "I'm
clearly in a different league than the average 'sexy Penthouse reader'."
She said, her voice full of mirth but her mind racing.
Maybe this really was a hint from Jamie.
Maybe she was a little too vanilla for his tastes.
Maybe he wanted to be one of those 'swingers', or wanted to explore some weird
fantasy that involved coconut oil and and a cat o' nine tails.
Ew.
Jamie stood from the couch and walked across his family room floor, dropping
to sit down beside her, the detritus from her shoulderbag in a wide circle
around them. "I was just playing around. I was hoping you'd pull that
out by accident the next time we were in chapel or that you'd hit Chip in
the head with it the next time he mentions the word 'contract' or 'future'
to me. It's the least a girlfriend can do." Jamie said with a trademark
grin.
"You nimrod." She laughed. After a pause, she looked at him again,
her look of silliness replaced with a serious look for him. "Seriously,
James...is there something...?" She left the questions unsaid, though
she had about a billion ways to ask it.
"Do I suck in bed?"
"Are you some kinky pervert and are just now telling me?"
"You haven't gone and bought tassles for my nipples, have you?"
Jamie smiled and kissed her exposed shoulder. "I was just having fun
with you, babe. I did read some of them though...holy cow. When do these people
find time to hold down jobs and mow their lawns and stuff? It seems to be
one big orgy according to that." Jamie glanced down at the book in her
hands, his cheeks reddening. "Some of those people frighten me."
"And yet, strangely, you're turned on, right?" She teased, looking
at him.
He shrugged and bit his lip, but said nothing.
When he bit his lip like that, she thought he was the cutest thing she'd ever
seen.
She raised an eyebrow at his silence and again flipped open the book. Her
eyes widened as she picked out "up to the balls in one stroke" from
the sea of words on the page.
Whoa.
"I don't know, hon." She said honestly. "I don't remember any
of this from eighth grade sex ed class." She joked as she continued to
flip through pages.
Jamie laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Me neither." He looked over her
shoulder at the pages. "We could...um...you know, read some. Or maybe
we..."
She could practically *hear* the blush heating up Jamie's cheeks more rapidly
as he tried to convey his thoughts, and it made her almost laugh out loud.
They'd been together long enough to be comfortable with each other, but not
long enough to be brave enough together to try some of the antics she was
skimming about in the book in her hands.
Still...
Maybe...
Ew. But not that one.
She quickly flipped from a page about one woman and a football team, where
apparently some exercise equipment played a key role. Jamie's breath tickled
her shoulder as she turned to another section. "What about that?"
He asked huskily.
She read the beginnings of the story and fought a shudder. "Um. I don't
think so. My idea of a striptease is slowing to a walk between the bathroom
and the bed." She replied with a laugh, but that was the honest truth.
After seeing the Amazonian, blonde models who seemed to inhabit pit road and
driver's lives, she wondered what the hell Jamie was doing with a short, less-than-svelte
brunette.
Maybe he was just throwing off the curve for the rest of them.
Gee. How comforting.
"Ooh. How about this?" She asked, turning to watch Jamie's expression
as he read the letter she pointed to. It appeared to involve a blindfold,
hot oil - and a cockring.
She saw Jamie swallow thickly and near started snorting with laughter. "Maybe
something a little more...a little less...Um...no."
She giggled anyway and poked him playfully in the chest. "Chicken."
"Okay, let's tie *you* to the bed and pour hot wax on your nipples!"
"How do you know that's not a secret fetish of mine?" She batted
her eyes at him, making him grin.
"Hell, let's go find out!" He tugged at her hand, but made no effort
to stand.
"Tell me a fantasy." She said softly, still looking through the
book to avoid his gaze. "Tell me one of yours."
"I...I can't." He said quietly. "It'd be...it'd be weird."
"Why?" She pressed. "You don't trust me?"
"Of course I do...it's just...you would think it's weird and think I'm
some sort of weird pervert and then you'd dump me."
"And then you'd have to try the fantasy on some beautiful model who saunters
down pit road." She said wryly. "No chance I'm going to let *that*
happen." She paused, and looked at him. "Tell me."
"You tell me first."
"Ew. No." She countered, her own cheeks heating in embarassment.
"That would..."
"...be weird?" Jamie smiled.
"Yeah." She exhaled deeply. The were both silent as she continued
to randomly flip to pages and read a few sentences before being afraid of
looking like a pervert and moving on to the next.
At precisely the same moment she blurted out "I fantasize about being
just held down and *fucked*", Jamie squeaked out his own confession:
"I like the idea of being tied up and dominated".
They sat in stunned silence for a long moment before she buried her face in
her hands. "Oh god. I can't believe I just admitted that."
Jamie clapped a hand over his mouth and she could read the same thought in
his eyes.
"Huh." She said after another long silence. "Okay. Well. Now
we've got those things out there. You know, just as some basic knowledge."
"You do?" Jamie whispered after a long pause. "Really?"
She lowered her head and shrugged. "You know, not as an everyday activity,
but..."
"I just...but you're so...you're so good." Jamie said, making her
dissolve into giggles.
"And you are all tough and manly and yet..." She waved a hand in
his direction. "You know."
"Yeah."
"Well, what have we learned from this experience?" She asked, her
tone light, her eyes teasing.
"We've learned that we both like to be dominated and that we need to
invest in his-and-her handcuffs."
"I've heard handcuffs chafe. Maybe we should get scarves?" Jamie
countered.
"Or ties."
"Or specific "for that special bondage experience" binds."
Jamie answered, trying to hide a smile. "Do they sell that at, like,
Target?"
"Sure. Right next to the blindfolds and assless leather pants."
Her eyes lit up. "Ooh. We're getting a pair of those, too."
"And crotchless panties?" He asked, nodding. "I think that's
a must."
"Geez, this is turning into a shopping list. Maybe I better write this
down..." She rooted through the pile around her for a pen and a piece
of paper.
"Put flavored lotion on there too." Jamie teased, pulling her back
against his chest and kissing the top of her head affectionately. "I
love you." He whispered huskily in her ear.
"I love you too." She whispered in return, closing her eyes and
relishing the feel of his arms around her, his lips near her ear.
"Grab that book again, babe. Let's troll for more kinky ideas for the
shopping trip..."