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seraphcelene) wrote2012-04-06 12:19 am
seraphcelene) wrote2012-04-06 12:19 am
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Fic: Scmidt Happens (The New Girl, Schmidt)
Title: Schmidt Happens
Author: seraphcelene
Rating: NC-17
A/N: The New Girl. Is that a fandom? Written for the You're Every Song and I Sing Song Lyric Comment Ficathon, sponsored by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
youcallitwinter. Prompt: LMFAO - I'm Sexy and I Know It for softly_me.
Summary: I work out.
There was this one girl, right. This one time. And you picked her up in an overly bright bar with over priced cocktails. Coach was chatting up her friend, and Winston was still playing basketball overseas.
She was drinking something whipped. Vodka, maybe. With orange juice or something that Nick said was a waste of perfectly good alcohol. You remember that she offered you a sip. She held the glass, tilted it towards your mouth and you swallowed a little too much for it to be comfortable, but whatever, you're man enough to admit that you don't swallow well.
But, hey, that's okay.
You also remember that the drink tasted like ice cream and for the rest of the night, whenever you went down on her, you used just the tip of your tongue. Lapping her up like a double scoop on a waffle cone.
Her name was Natalie or Tiffinee or Grace, and she loved the tightness of your abs.
"Core strength," you said and rotated your hips in ever tightening circles without moving your upper body. You've never spoken about the belly dancing lessons you got from a chick you banged up in Santa Barbara one summer.
Natalie (or Tiffinee or Grace) left bruises on your shoulders and your inner thighs. The sex great, and it was the first time you really got into that one over the hip back to front move. She came like a house on fire and isn't that about the dumbest thing you've ever said. Nick laughs himself silly when you tell him about it.
"That phrase is really not sexy," Nick laughs.
"I know!" And how is it possible that you have been reduced to contemplating the sexiness of phrase. "What the fuck," you groan.
You don't even remember how the phrase made it into your vocabulary.
"Good Morning, sunshine! Sunshines! Except that's really awkward to say when there's more than one person."
And, oh, how could you EVER forget. "Right."
Nick smiles and you nod. No wonder you say things like house on fire. Of course you do, but who cares. Really.
Your grimace is almost a smile, not that Jess will notice anyway. Maybe she will think it's some lame toothy grin, and then she'll spend the rest of the day trying to cheer you up and make you smile properly.
But, hey, that's okay. Who cares.
You just had awesome, amazing, mind-blowing, multiple orgasm sex with some chick whose name you can't remember but who felt up your abs and didn't mind when you did that one thing with your tongue.
Author: seraphcelene
Rating: NC-17
A/N: The New Girl. Is that a fandom? Written for the You're Every Song and I Sing Song Lyric Comment Ficathon, sponsored by
youcallitwinter. Prompt: LMFAO - I'm Sexy and I Know It for softly_me.Summary: I work out.
There was this one girl, right. This one time. And you picked her up in an overly bright bar with over priced cocktails. Coach was chatting up her friend, and Winston was still playing basketball overseas.
She was drinking something whipped. Vodka, maybe. With orange juice or something that Nick said was a waste of perfectly good alcohol. You remember that she offered you a sip. She held the glass, tilted it towards your mouth and you swallowed a little too much for it to be comfortable, but whatever, you're man enough to admit that you don't swallow well.
But, hey, that's okay.
You also remember that the drink tasted like ice cream and for the rest of the night, whenever you went down on her, you used just the tip of your tongue. Lapping her up like a double scoop on a waffle cone.
Her name was Natalie or Tiffinee or Grace, and she loved the tightness of your abs.
"Core strength," you said and rotated your hips in ever tightening circles without moving your upper body. You've never spoken about the belly dancing lessons you got from a chick you banged up in Santa Barbara one summer.
Natalie (or Tiffinee or Grace) left bruises on your shoulders and your inner thighs. The sex great, and it was the first time you really got into that one over the hip back to front move. She came like a house on fire and isn't that about the dumbest thing you've ever said. Nick laughs himself silly when you tell him about it.
"That phrase is really not sexy," Nick laughs.
"I know!" And how is it possible that you have been reduced to contemplating the sexiness of phrase. "What the fuck," you groan.
You don't even remember how the phrase made it into your vocabulary.
"Good Morning, sunshine! Sunshines! Except that's really awkward to say when there's more than one person."
And, oh, how could you EVER forget. "Right."
Nick smiles and you nod. No wonder you say things like house on fire. Of course you do, but who cares. Really.
Your grimace is almost a smile, not that Jess will notice anyway. Maybe she will think it's some lame toothy grin, and then she'll spend the rest of the day trying to cheer you up and make you smile properly.
But, hey, that's okay. Who cares.
You just had awesome, amazing, mind-blowing, multiple orgasm sex with some chick whose name you can't remember but who felt up your abs and didn't mind when you did that one thing with your tongue.