Post by Verasque on Dec 15, 2009 21:42:16 GMT 10
Title: I Saw Mommy
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Prompt: #15 Kiss
Summary: With a Mommy and Daddy like hers, being Mari Conte is the hardest job in the universe! Especially during Christmas time.
Notes: For anyone familiar with my Diamond Dogs AU universe, this is set 10 years after the current time. Lyrics by The Jackson 5.
"Is this some sort of kinky fetish?" Al whispered, seemingly willingly to allow the wine to take control over her tongue. He knew she'd never be so brazen even if her life depended on it.
Jon smirked, and huskily teased, "It's the beard, isn't it?" He stroked his fingers down the white cotton that hung from his face and tickled her face.
"It's the belly," she said and slapped the paunch between them. "Is this where you store the goods—err, I mean the presents, Santa?"
He swore at the way she deliberately fluttered her lashes, finding it impossibly ridiculous and utterly un-Al like. His pulse pounding, he swiftly bent down and kissed her roughly, growling low when she responded enthusiastically. Why hadn't he dressed up like this before in the past seven years?
No wonder Gary and Cyth's boys were all September babies.. "I've been a good girl this year," Al insisted between their lips, reaching on her tiptoes. He curved his glove-covered hands down her small spine, and around her bottom, bunching his hands in her basketball shorts. When her tongue finally swept across his bottom lip, she was suddenly ripped away from him.
"Mommy, no!" a young voice thundered furiously, and Jon found himself being pushed back by a small blur. When it was happy at the four foot distance between he and his wife, it placed both its hands on its hips and rounded on its mother. "Why are you kissing Santa?" Mari Conte demanded, indignation screaming in every bone of her seven-year-old, Hannah Montana PJ-clad body.
Al's mouth gaped open and shut unattractively, stumped as to what to say.
"Well?" the little monster asked impatiently, her index finger tapping a beat on her hip. "You're lucky Jazz izz only a one-year-old baby, and hazz no idea what's going on!" Jon sighed, giving up on understanding why his daughter spent her time scolding and bullying her brother with a passion, yet deciding to defend him now.
"S'not right, Mommy! Santa is old and fat and will break your little, tiny, black heart! Uncle Raoul said zzo! And Santa!" The flashing blue eyes rounded on Jon, and then widened. Mari gasped dramatically. "Daddy? Yyyyyo—" her mouth quivered, and Jon felt a smidge guilty, knowing that he'd probably just shattered her young beliefs about Santa—"You thief! I know you stole my Pooh Bear pillow for your tummy!" she wailed, and looking at her mother, threw herself onto the floor and burst into tears.
"I loveds dat pillow, Daddy! I loveds it zzo much!"
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Prompt: #15 Kiss
Summary: With a Mommy and Daddy like hers, being Mari Conte is the hardest job in the universe! Especially during Christmas time.
Notes: For anyone familiar with my Diamond Dogs AU universe, this is set 10 years after the current time. Lyrics by The Jackson 5.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
"Is this some sort of kinky fetish?" Al whispered, seemingly willingly to allow the wine to take control over her tongue. He knew she'd never be so brazen even if her life depended on it.
Jon smirked, and huskily teased, "It's the beard, isn't it?" He stroked his fingers down the white cotton that hung from his face and tickled her face.
"It's the belly," she said and slapped the paunch between them. "Is this where you store the goods—err, I mean the presents, Santa?"
He swore at the way she deliberately fluttered her lashes, finding it impossibly ridiculous and utterly un-Al like. His pulse pounding, he swiftly bent down and kissed her roughly, growling low when she responded enthusiastically. Why hadn't he dressed up like this before in the past seven years?
No wonder Gary and Cyth's boys were all September babies.. "I've been a good girl this year," Al insisted between their lips, reaching on her tiptoes. He curved his glove-covered hands down her small spine, and around her bottom, bunching his hands in her basketball shorts. When her tongue finally swept across his bottom lip, she was suddenly ripped away from him.
"Mommy, no!" a young voice thundered furiously, and Jon found himself being pushed back by a small blur. When it was happy at the four foot distance between he and his wife, it placed both its hands on its hips and rounded on its mother. "Why are you kissing Santa?" Mari Conte demanded, indignation screaming in every bone of her seven-year-old, Hannah Montana PJ-clad body.
Al's mouth gaped open and shut unattractively, stumped as to what to say.
"Well?" the little monster asked impatiently, her index finger tapping a beat on her hip. "You're lucky Jazz izz only a one-year-old baby, and hazz no idea what's going on!" Jon sighed, giving up on understanding why his daughter spent her time scolding and bullying her brother with a passion, yet deciding to defend him now.
"S'not right, Mommy! Santa is old and fat and will break your little, tiny, black heart! Uncle Raoul said zzo! And Santa!" The flashing blue eyes rounded on Jon, and then widened. Mari gasped dramatically. "Daddy? Yyyyyo—" her mouth quivered, and Jon felt a smidge guilty, knowing that he'd probably just shattered her young beliefs about Santa—"You thief! I know you stole my Pooh Bear pillow for your tummy!" she wailed, and looking at her mother, threw herself onto the floor and burst into tears.
"I loveds dat pillow, Daddy! I loveds it zzo much!"