Title: Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Secret Talents

Author: Carla

Email: cmfloresfd@yahoo.com

Fandom: Popular

Rating: R

Pairing: f/f no names till the end I am afraid

Archiving: Ask and ye shall receive

Disclaimers: I don't own them and don't really know who does. But my extreme gratitude for letting me play with them.

A/N: This is a one shot that came to me after watching a friend of mine belly dance this weekend. If you like it "Yeah me" if you hate too bad.


"I was thinking about entering the school talent show" your hand stops it's lazy exploration of my side.

"Go for it, though truthfully your biggest talent is not suitable for a `family' event like the talent show." Your hand moves over me again.

"I could play the piano. Or how about the guitar, no one even knows I play."

"I think the only instrument you should be thinking about playing now is me. I love watching your hands when you play I imagine how your fingers feel moving over me, twisting my nipples plucking the sounds of my pleasure much the same way you do chords of music." I roll over and straddle her. She reaches out and rakes her nails up and down my thighs, over and over each time inching closer to where I want her hands to be.

She says I play her like an instrument yet she does the same to me. My hips jerk towards her hands and a low moan escapes from deep inside of me. I am unbelievably wet and the scent of my arousal hangs heavy in the air. Her hands on my hips urge me closer to her mouth and her eyes locked with mine are glazed over with desire and more; love and acceptance regrets for our past and promises for our future.

"I want to see you dance. I love to see you moving over me, I love how you move."

Your fingers enter me easily, two, I think but it hardly matters, you feel so good inside of me. Your thumb grazes my clit in the barest of feather light touches and I begin to dance. I am never as glad of the belly dancing lessons I took all those months ago as I am now. The abdominal and pelvic muscle strength and control that I have developed serve only to enhance the feel of your fingers inside of me as I try to hold you in. Your fingers thrusting in and out of me are suddenly not enough and I rise up till your fingertips are barely touching, circling my entrance.

"More…Please…More oh God …Please more inside of me… I need you inside of me" and you give me more, four fingers fill me, your thumb circles my engorged clit as I move up and down on your hand. A fine sheen of sweat covers me as you roughly grab my nipple with your free hand and twist. " Yessss…Oh GOD…Harder…oh god so good… I love you"

"I want to watch you dance. I want see everyone watching you and wanting you. I want you to come home to me. I want you to dance just for me. Just like this… just like this."

Then your mouth is on me drinking me in as orgasm crashes through me.

~~~~~

I can't see you in the audience but I can feel your eyes on me, you gaze like a caress. The music begins and I move with it. I hear murmurs of surprise no one has expected this of me. Surprise turns to appreciation and more than one idiot wolf-whistles and yells "Oh Yeah". But tonight I dance for you and only you, everything else everyone else seems far away. The only things I hear and feel are the music and the ghosts of your hands on my body.

Later friends and acquaintances come to offer congratulations and praise; some of our more boorish peers offer their stud services as well. I feel you behind me and then your breath across my cheek as you murmur in a low husky voice that only I can hear "I want you. You looked so beautiful and damn hot. It's all I can do not to take you here in front of everyone."

I laugh and throw my head back till it touches your shoulder, to the casual observer we appear to be two friends sharing a joke. "I wouldn't care if you did, let people say what they want, I love you"

Then I turn around and pull your head down for a kiss.

~~~~~

"Brooke!" Sam nudged her blond companion.

"In a minute"

"No Brooke Now!"

"What?"

"Look over there to your left, either I am hallucinating and I need better meds or that really is Nicole Julien kissing a girl"

"What!" Brooke's head snapped around so quickly, she risked whiplash

"Holy shit it is"

"Any ideas who?"

"Not a clue" then the kiss ended and Nicole stepped back allowing all to see the girl she had been kissing.

"Carmen?"


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