ozmissage | Five Acts

toestastegood is hosting a Five Acts comment fic-a-thon this week. Here’s the deal:
- Post a list of your five favorite themes/kinks to read about and a list of your favorite fandoms/pairings.
- Read other folk’s list here at the masterlist (and leave a link back to your own.)
- Post comment fic for people based on their lists.

1. Confessions (revelations of love/desire; of other secrets; truth or dare games. revealing truths when feverish, feelings randomly being blurted out during a crisis, post-sex pillow talk..or during, in vino veritas…)

2. Domesticity (cuddling, shopping together, cooking for one another, hanging out, spooning, anything that an established couple/friends who might as well be a couple might do.)

3. Wet & Dirty (characters sweating, showering together, swimming, wet clothes, dripping hair, getting caught in a downpour, dirt under their nails, muddy, covered in paint…)

4. Journeys (odysseys and quests; time-travel; being lost and trying to get home; road trips; run-down hotels, unscheduled pit stops, ghost towns, dreams…)

5. Private Encounters in Public Places (touching under the table, sex in the car/bathroom stall/while someone’s sleeping next door, arguing and/or making up in the presence of company, etc.)

Lost: Juliet/Anyone except Ben, Miles/Anyone, Charlie/Any Lady, Sayid/Any Lady, Jack/Claire/Sawyer (any combination thereof), Jack/Ana, Charlotte/Dan, Kate/Tom Brennan, Kate/Kevin, Des/Penny, Richard/Eloise, Sun/Michael, Boone/Shannon, Jack/Sun, Jack/Boone, Charlie/Miles, Esau/Jacob, Jack/Juliet/Sawyer
Being Human: Any combination of George/Annie/Mitchell, Annie/Hugh, Annie/Sykes, Lucy/Mitchell, Josie/Mitchell, Carl/Anyone
SPN: Dean/Cassie, Dean/Castiel, Bela/Sam, Bela/Hendrickson, Sam/Jo, Ellen/Bobby, Ellen/John, John/Mary, Chuck/Becky, Chuck/Castiel, Sam/Becky
Community: Jeff/Annie, Jeff/Britta, Abed/Troy, Abed/Britta, Troy/Britta
Parks & Rec: April/Andy, Leslie/Mark, Leslie/Ben, Mark/Ann, Leslie/Ron, Tom/Ann
Doctor Who/TW: River Song/The Doctor, Eleven/Amy/Rory (any combination), Nine/Rose/Jack, Owen/Anyone (seriously, anyone at all), Gwen/Rhys, Ten II/Rose, Martha/Jack, Ten/Rose, Donna/Anyone, Amy/Vincent, Ten/Reinette
Fringe: Astrid/Peter, Olivia/Charlie, Olivia/Peter
Mad Men: Don/Peggy, Pete/Peggy, Don/Rachel, Joan/Roger
BTVS/ATS: Willow/Oz, Buffy/Xander, Oz/Xander, Angel/Cordy, Xander/Anya, Fred/Gunn, Faith/Robin, Willow/Fred
Dollhouse: Adelle/Dominic, Adelle/Topher, Ivy/Topher, Tony/Priya, Zone/Adelle
Gilmore Girls: Luke/Lorelai, any combination of Rory/Jess/Paris, Lane/Dave, Rory/Marty, Lorelai/Jason
Psych: Gus/Shawn, Gus/Juliet, Gus/Juliet/Shawn, Lassiter/Juliet, Shawn/Emily Bloom
Harry Potter: Remus/Sirius, Harry/Luna, Hermione/Ron, Harry/Hermione/Ron, Neville/Luna
Warehouse 13: Pete/Myka, Claudia/Fargo, HG Wells/Anyone, Pete/Leena
Ugly Betty: Betty/Daniel , Betty/Gio
Dead Like Me: Mason/George
Crossovers: Bela/Miles(!!!), Juliet/Any Winchester, Claire/Any Winchester, Charlie/Oz

Written
And Now It’s Light, George/Mitchell, PG, Scars for

toestastegood
Damon Salvatore Never Has These Problems, Being Human, George/Annie, PG, pretending to be together for

aurilly
the dangers (and benefits) of smoking in bed, George/Annie/Mitchell, R, first time, smoking for

bittersweet325
you oughta know…we’ll be okay, Britta/Jeff, PG-13, Regret/Roadtrip for

angela_weber
couldn't quit you if I tried, Jeff/Annie, PG-13, Kissing, Secretly together for

angeldylan628
There’s a Time and a Place, Dean/Cassie, Hard R, sex in public for

djkiwi2576
kiss it and make it better, Dean/Claire, R, Hurt/Comfort, Happiness for

ciaimpala
a picture's worth a thousand words, Jack/Claire/Sawyer, PG, travel for

crickets
pray to god we won't live to see the death of everything that's wild, Jack/Sawyer, apocalypse for

janie_tangerine
let's pretend we're young and stupid, Miles/Richard, Hard R, tattoos & first times for

gottalovev
Close Enough, Miles/Juliet, PG-13, Domesticity for

valhalla37
i guess this is a love story, Juliet/Miles/Sawyer, Hard R, threesome, first time, physical response for

phelipa
we're hung from the same twisted rope, pre-Sawyer/Kate, PG, on the run, confession/absolution for

mollivanders
the end of the movie, Remus/Sirius, R, menswear for

bold_seer
our future is written in stone, Janis/Simon, Flashforward, PG, Future fic, Reunion for

tellshannon815
Company, Simon/Mal, Hard R, secrecy for

haldoor

Received
Being Human, George/Mitchell, wet/showering by

toestastegood
Being Human, Annie/Hugh, domesticity with a side of angst by

djkiwi2576
Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, public sex by

websofseaweed
the weather man's still on vacation, Community, Jeff/Annie,getting caught in a downpour by

angela_weber
Community, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG by

bittersweet325
Lost, Miles/Juliet, confessions by

valhalla37
LOST, Miles/Juliet, Domesticity by

phelipa
Lost, Sun/Michael, confession, G by

tellshannon815
Lost, Jack/Sawyer, Private Encounters in Public Places by

ciaimpala
lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R by
Separate Beds; Jack/Juliet/Sawyer; sex next door, arguing/making up in company, NC-17 by

haldoor
every iteration, not the same, Jack/Juliet/Sawyer by

mollivanders

A Girl That Could Easily Twist Your Mind (but right now it feels so fine) Miles/Bela (Lost/SPN crossover) by

gottalovev
lesson learned, harry potter, remus/sirius,being lost and trying to get home by

angeldylan628
The Sweetest Price He’ll Have to Pay, Angel/Cordy by

superkappa

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From:

websofseaweed.livejournal.com

"Liv--"

A plea.

"Shh, Charlie."

A command.

"Liv."

A moan.

Olivia grins wickedly. There's nothing quite like the power of crouching under Charlie's desk, one hand stroking his cock through his pants. She loves how hard he gets for her, how fast it happens. One minute she's walking into his office with an armload of files, the next he's grunting and thrusting his hips into her hands. The power is intoxicating.

"'Livia, I--"

"Shut up, Charlie," she murmurs. "You know you want it, so shut up." Without further ado, she pulls his zipper down and slides his pants down over his hips, not bothering to get them past his knees. She has more important matters to attend to.

His cock is rock hard and straining against his the fabric of his boxers. She licks the tip of it with just her tongue, wetting the fabric. She hears a strangled noise escape Charlie's lips, but he doesn't attempt to stop her again. He always gives into her eventually.

"Should probably get rid of these," Olivia says casually, gesturing to his boxers. "Feel like helping me out, Charlie?"

He pauses a moment, then hurriedly shoves them down to join his pants at his knees. Olivia grins.

"Thought so. Now..."

She spits into her hand, gets it slick, and then reaches out and grabs hold of Charlie's cock. She strokes it gently, from base to tip and then back down again, and then harder, faster, reaching down to play with his balls with her other hand.

"Jesus, Liv, shit!" he exclaims, and his hands fall down to fist in her hair. God, it's hot when does that--reminds her of the times he throws her down on her stomach in one of the crappy motels they visit and thrusts into her from behind, fucking her into oblivion, grabbing onto her hair for leverage. In her mind she can practically feel him filling her, pounding into her, making it hurt the way she likes it. She can practically hear his grunts, his moans, his curses and calls for God--he's loud when they're alone.

A warm flood of moisture rushes into her panties.

"You like my hands, Charlie?" she says, and her own voice sounds a little short for breath. She shifts around slightly where she kneels on the floor, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her throbbing clit.

"God, what do you think?" he rasps, and Olivia can't help but chuckle. That's her Charlie. She slows her hands down, just slightly, but enough to make him groan and push her head farther down.

"I think," she grins, and looks up to meet his eyes now, making sure he can see her face. "I think you like my hands" -- she gives his cock a firm tug -- "but you like another part of me more." And slowly, achingly slowly, her tongue snakes out of her mouth, licks her lips, coating them in moisture. Charlie's eyes are wide, and Olivia can see his forehead creasing because his eyebrows are so raised.

"Now," she continues, "I'm thinking maybe you want me to use that other part of my body. What do you think, Charlie, old buddy, old pal?" Olivia leans forward, plants a quick kiss on the head of his cock, and a shudder wracks Charlie's body.

"I--to be honest, Liv, I'm not doing much thinking at all right now," he gasps out. "I--"

Charlie's voice is interrupting by the loud ringing of the phone.

Olivia freezes, momentarily shocked, but quickly regains her composure. She licks her lips. They taste like Charlie.

"Answer it," she says.

Charlie groans, then bites his lip quickly, shooting a worried glance towards the door. Olivia lightly smacks his thigh.

"Answer it, Charlie."

Despite the fact that she's the one on her knees, they both know who's really in charge here. He complies, reaching for the phone with a shaky hand. His wedding ring glints in the light from the window. Olivia looks down, struck by a sudden wave of possessiveness, and licks his slit with the flat of her tongue.

"Oh, G--Charlie Francis," he chokes out. "This is Charlie Francis." He's flustered beyond belief--and that's just how she likes him. Smirking, Olivia opens her mouth and takes him in.

From:

websofseaweed.livejournal.com

The moment her warm, wet mouth closes around him, Charlie lets out a loud moan that reverberates around the room, momentarily shocking them both--and, presumably, the person on the other end of the phone, because Charlie's soon choking out some excuse about accidentally stapling his finger.

Olivia takes his shaft in her hands and strokes it, up and down, up and down, slowly taking a little more of his cock into her mouth each time until he's hitting the back of her throat. He's big, almost too big, and thick, too, stretching her mouth, but she's used to his size. She takes it all in stride and starts to move her mouth up and down, fast, fast, faster, all the while lightly playing with his balls.

Charlie's barely holding on now, and Olivia thinks he would've come already if he wasn't still trying to maintain the awkward conversation with whoever he's talking to on the phone. He's mostly nodding, mm-hmming, making non-committal noises, and all the while he's fisting his free hand in her hair, tugging on it for dear life, like he's drowning and it's his only lifeline.

Olivia decides she needs to finish him off, now, before he gets off the phone. She wants to hear him try and reign his orgasm in. So she slides his cock out of her mouth (she hears Charlie gasp loudly above her), slowly, so slowly, and then slides just the head back in. She sucks it loudly, slurping, knowing Charlie loves the noises she makes when she goes down on him; and then, with no warning at all, she takes all of him in again.

"Oh, f--excuse me, ma'am, I have to go," Charlie mutters, slamming the phone down on the receiver. Immediately, he slides his other hand into Olivia's hair, panting and moaning, and pushes her face down. "Fuck, 'Liv, come on, suck me off, finish me off, damnit--"

They move into a frenzy: Olivia, sliding her head up and down Charlie's cock, head bobbing, hands working at his shaft, and all the while rubbing her thighs together because the ache between her legs is almost painful right now and then there's Charlie, trying and failing to keep even a semblance of calm, bucking and moaning.

He comes suddenly, without warning, right down her throat. Olivia would smile if her mouth wasn't so full. This is what she loves most, this right here--the moment when Charlie loses all control, stops caring whether there's someone outside the door or down the hall who's going to see or hear him. He just surrenders completely to the moment.

It's sort of beautiful, actually.

-

When Charlie finally comes down from his high and opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Olivia impatiently sliding her pants and underwear down her legs with one hand. He slides from her mouth with a soft pop; she doesn't really seem to notice, just slips one finger inside of herself, then immediately adds a second, and starts rocking back on them, muttering quiet little obscenities.

And then she feels a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Liv," Charlie's rough voice murmurs. "Let me take care of that for you."

Olivia groans.

From:

ozmissage.livejournal.com

GUH, good grief this is hot. You capture the dynamic between them perfectly. I love how they address each other like friends, so polite and formal, in the midst of all the delightful bad/hot/wrongness of doing it in his office. While he's on the phone. *squees*

This is incredible, thank you so much! <3