Eliza Dushku and Alex Moen: a lazy afternoon
Slumped on the couch, an arm over her eyes, Eliza sighs. She's bored. Don't get her wrong; she supports the writers, blah, blah, but she also wants to work, dammit. Well, and she wants to not feel like crap. That'd be good, too. She's tired of being tired and feeling like she's going to ralph every time she eats cheese. What the hell's up with that? Well, she has her hunch, but she's not going there. It can't be that, anyway.
So, she calls into the kitchen. "How's the soup coming?" Not that she's hungry. Well, much.
"Nearly heated," Alex answers, stirring the pot on the stove. Instant soup? Not as long as she drew breath. Eliza laughed sometimes when she said things like that, but honestly. There were things the world was not meant to endure and instant soup - except, Alex does concede, on camping trips or in emergencies - is one of them.
"You're a champ for making it," Eliza replies, resting more fully on the sofa arm. "Maybe one day, I'll learn to cook."
"I could teach you," Alex says. Of course, if she knows Eliza, the cooking lessons will probably turn into sex.
"Yeah, you could also just feed me and avoid the fuss, huh?" Eliza laughs, legs pulled to her chest. "I wanna work."
"Yes," Alex nods. "You do." She serves out the soup, and takes the bowls to the table she'd set earlier. "You're going stir crazy."
"I am," Eliza agrees, watching Alex do her thing. "Just wish I didn't feel so shitty all the time. Guess I should go to the doc's while I still have insurance."
"That might be an idea. You don't seem well," she says. She's noticed. But she isn't a doctor, so she is just figuring it's a virus or something like that.
"You still likin' it here? Lovin' the big glamorous life of being my PA?" Eliza snickers reaching for a cracker and chewing on the corner.
"I could try and find other work, but the strike," Alex teases. Oh if she really wants to she'll look for acting work but it's becoming less and less important to her.
"Right. So you get to know the grocery stores. Glamorous like I said." Eliza laughs, nudging at Alex's leg with her toe.
"Very glamourous," Alex grins, moving her leg closer to Eliza. "But I figure if we ever want to we can get glammed up and go to Citadel or find some unsuspecting guy to charm."
"Oh, hey," Eliza says, breaking out into a grin. "Now that sounds like a plan right there. Soon as I feel a little more normal."
"When you're feeling more up to it," Alex nods. "But you should rest until then."
"Yeah, I guess. Just gotta stay fit. Can't go getting all fat before the show shoots." Leaning forward, Eliza tastes the soup. "Damn," she says after swallowing. "Good stuff."
"No, that wouldn't be good. Maybe we can take a walk later," Alex says. "Something gentle."
"Sex is supposed to be good exercise," Eliza feels compelled to note, grinning as she eats more soup.
"That too," Alex chuckles. "I'm sure we must be getting nearly enough of that, though..." she teases.
"Yeah, I suppose." More soup and Eliza slurps on a noodle. "How'd you learn to cook?"
"All good British girls' schools have cookery lessons. About half the girls embrace them. The other half learn to burn water. I like cooking so I did the first," Alex answers.
"So you were in a kitchen wth a little apron and everything? Aww," Eliza teases. "Cute."
"Yes, all of us were," Alex grins at the memory. "I could get an apron. Of course now, I'm more likely to only wear it."
"I could get behind that." Eliza grins, finishing her soup eating a few more crackers. "Because you're a slut."
"Or in front," Alex teases. "Get it all wet. Course if you talk to me the way you do most of the time, that'll happen anyway." She finishes her soup too.
"Pity." If Eliza doesn't sound remorseful, that's because she isn't. "Take off your clothes and come sit on my lap, naughty girl. I think you need a spanking."
"With pleasure," Alex smiles and slips off her t-shirt - she's not wearing a bra today because they're just hanging out at home - and jogging pants. And her panties. She wears those. Sometimes to tease.
Sitting on the sofa, Eliza pats her lap. "C'mon, girl. Let's go."
Alex grins, laying across Eliza's lap. She wriggles, getting comfortable. "Nothing like a girl for laying across," she murmurs, half to herself. Men just feel so much more angular.
"What, you don't like to be spanked by a guy?" Eliza teases, rubbing Alex's ass in small circles. It's a nice ass.
"Just more comfortable to lay on a girl. Squishier - in the good way," Alex moves up into that touch, just a little.
Slipping her fingers between Alex's legs, Eliza grins more. "Talk about squishier. Slut." She runs her fingers over Alex's damp pussy lips.
"Mmmm, but that's the good part," Alex moans softly, just starting to get excited. Eliza gets to her so easily. So quickly.
Drawing her hand back, Eliza brings it down on Alex's ass, listening to the slap and feeling the sting in her hand.
"Ooooh," Alex moans. She likes that. A lot. "That's so nice. One. Thank you."
Eliza smacks her again, four more times, liking, alot, how red Alex's skin turns.
Alex is moaning constantly by that time. Of course, Eliza knows how that gets to her.
This, Eliza figures, isn't a bad way--at all--to spend an afternoon.
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