Precious Things – Special – Playlist

Nautic187 has written a song playlist to go along with Precious Things.

I’m so touched and honestly bowled over that I wanted to share it with everyone, not just those who linger in the PG.

Precious Things: Booty Call

Previously: Epilogue [X, XXX, NSFW]

Sometimes things won’t get out of my head. Like… Smut.

L is a goddess because she beta’d this for me on the spot, and did a fantastic job, and did it even though I teased her during. Also because she just IS a goddess. Payne, you have my permission to add her to the list. So long as you make it gooooood.

Disclaimer: South of Nowhere is Owned by The N and Tom Lynch.
Rating: NC17!! NSFW. Sex Smut Smut and Sex. Don’t read this if you’re underage.

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Booty Call

I can’t breathe.

I can never breathe when she’s this deep inside me. I end up taking in just enough oxygen to keep me going and nearly pass out when I come.

God almighty, if only she’d make me come.

She won’t. She’s refusing. She’s moving so fucking slowly and her thumb is just barely brushing over my clit.

“Ashhhh,” I moan. “Fuck, please.”

“Shhh…” She replies.

I’m kneeling over her, thrusting my hips into her hand, and have been for far too long. Sweat has beaded on my forehead and in the small of my back. Her hand, the one that isn’t fucking me so damn slowly with two fingers curling, is sitting on my hip; restricting my movements.

I want her to thrust into me. I want her to slam into me. It’s been so slow and for so long. I want her to make me come.

She won’t use her mouth. She knows that would make me come like lightening.

She just fucks me.

Slow and deep.

Her fingers curl, but not enough. She knows where my g-spot is. She knows how to press it and make me explode. She knows exactly how to get me off – which is why she knows exactly how to hold off.

I thrust my hips a little harder and for a few swings, she lets me.

Oh god.

A moan bubbles out of my mouth. I gasp for air and feel a drop of sweat roll down my white, white thigh.

I told her I thought I’d left my history notes in her room. She knew it was a lie. I knew it was a lie. They were in my history notes folder. I’m pretty anal about all that stuff so there was no way in hell they were in her room.

We both knew it.

She said to come on over and she’d find them.

The look in her eyes as soon as she opened the door: whoah.

She knew. I knew.

And the fact that my lips were sealed across hers seconds later, leading to a wolf-whistle from the still open door, was no surprise. Neither was the whistle. All the people on her floor know exactly what we’re like.

But now she won’t make me come.

“Don’t tease,” I whimper.

She chuckles, although I can feel the tension in her body too. “Taking my time is not teasing Spencer.”

“Make me come,” I beg. “Please.”

“Not yet.”

Her voice is so fucking calm. It drives me insane as I thrust against her achingly.

I give up a strangled gasp of frustration and fall down on my outstretched hands, moving my hips all that harder.

She gives in a little, just a little, and goes deeper. For long minutes I moan above her as the tension builds but doesn’t get there.

She’s going to kill me.

“P-please.”

Without any warning her hand on my hip tightens and she flips us without removing herself from deep inside me. I don’t know how she does it, but my girl is talented.

Leaning down, she sucks my tongue into her mouth and then tangles her own with it in a kiss that makes my eyes water with the intensity. Our thrusts slowly build until my hips are swinging against her and she’s almost, just almost, slamming into me. She watches me, loving to see my face contort as my orgasm hits me.

She loves making me come.

God, I love it when she makes me come.

Her fingers, they curl properly this time. They hit me right in the spot that makes me scream, at the same time her thumb does three swirls across my hardened nub of a clitoris.

Oh boy do I come.

Not only does everyone on her floor know it, but I also flood all over her.

That’s never happened before.

All over her. Wet, sticky, hot.

It does take me a minute to realise it though. Mostly because I’ve nearly fainted from the incredibly intense orgasm she just gave me.

Then I blush.

“Uh… god…. I’m so sorry,” I practically whimper. I’m so embarrassed. I know I didn’t pee. I know that because I actually feel like I have to. Plus, it’s kinda sticky, I can see that from here. That just makes me blush harder.

“No,” she whispers, staring at her hand. I pull her away, red as a beet. “That was fucking sexy as hell.”

“Oh.”

She leans over me and kisses me, softly. I kiss back, stretching a little. My body was so tense for so long I ache. Then again, she must be aching more.

I wrap my hand around her neck, feeling her delicate curls waft over my hands. Our kiss deepens and she moans in to the cavern of my mouth. The kisses get hotter and wetter, and despite the fact that if she touched me now, I’d jump because I’m worn out, she still makes me tremble.

I slide my hands down to her hips and position her over one of my thighs. She bucks into me, slicking across my skin.

We both moan.

As she rides me, my hand moves up across her bare skin to cup a breast. I love her rack. It’s… phenomenal. Flicking my finger across her nipple, feeling it harden more and watching her jerk in reaction is like heaven.

She’s panting now, occasional snippets of what sound like my name fall from her lips and it’s glorious.

Sliding my hand back down her increasingly slick body and find her clitoris, rubbing it with two fingers. She whimpers and swears. I love it when she swears while we have sex. It’s… hot.

I remove my fingers, making her groan and swear in the not quite good way.

Instead of responding, I grasp her hips and tug her forward. It takes her a few moments to understand, but when I shuffle down the bed a bit and tug again, she gets the idea.

It really doesn’t take long for her to be kneeling over me, gripping the headboard and trying desperately not to grind herself into my face.

My tongue snakes out.

She’s so fucking erect against me. Hell yeah.

It takes about three minutes of my tongue sliding across her clitoris, occasionally making forays down to her entrance. I fuck her with my appendage until she throws her head back. Sucking her clitoris into my mouth, I make two more sweeps with my tongue and she comes on my chin.

Mmm.

We collapse in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, she doing her best not to collapse on my head.

After a few minutes of holding each other, she groans in a satisfied way and stretches.

“You can come over for a booty call any time.”

“It wasn’t a booty call!” I protest.

“Mmm…” she tickles my spine. “Your history notes are not here.”

“They might be…”

They’re so not.

I know it and she knows it.

She pulls me closer, “Spence, I really don’t mind if you come over for a booty call.”

“It wasn’t a -”

“In fact, I find it both hot and flattering.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

She kisses my forehead.

“I missed you,” I whisper. “I miss you all the time.”

“I miss you too,” she whispers back.

Stroking my fingers across her sternum, I cuddle her close.

“Stay?” She asks.

“Yeah,” I blush into her shoulder. Of course I’ll stay.

This year has worked out quite well. She’s gotten jealous, I’ve gotten jealous and the whole time we’ve been faithful. The only problem is that I’ve missed her horribly. The only reason I know she’s missed me too is that she keeps turning up at my dorm room looking positively mournful and telling me so.

We spend far too much time travelling across New York. It’s ok, we’ve only got two months to go until we head back home for the Summer. Then we move in together; no more of this ferreting to and fro.

I miss her.

She pulls me in close as my head lies on her shoulder and my hand trails down to her stomach. She has the most amazingly defined abs. I just love them. My fingers trace across them and she shuffles a little.

“That tickles.”

“Sorry,” I murmur.

My hand traces harder, and then lower, across the few neatened curls she has and further down.

She doesn’t stop me but she does raise an eyebrow.

“Again?”

“Maybe.” I smirk at her.

“Ooh, we could use the thing I bought… or not.”

She realises where her sentence is going. The problem is, the realisation comes too slow for her to stop and just fast enough for her to know she’s said it. I raise up on one elbow with my hand back on her abs.

“Bought what?”

“Nothing,” she squeaks.

“Tell me!” I flick her shoulder.

“Uh… something. You don’t need to… it’s ok.” She pales and bites her lip.

“Ashley Davies. Tell. Me. What. You. Bought.”

“It’s… just… something.”

“What kind of something?” I refuse to give in.

She mumbles a few words and I don’t get a single bit of it. I poke her until she repeats it.

“A strap on.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“My.”

My.

“We don’t have to use it Spencer!” She buries her head in my side and I giggle, holding her.

“So, if you don’t want to use it, why did you buy it?”

“Um, I do want to use it. But we don’t have to.”

“So you want to use it, but not with me?” My voice goes up a slight amount.

Silence.

“So exactly who did you want to use it with?” I ask with some amusement. Only 0.1% of me is serious. I know she would never cheat. I’d kill her. Her stepmother would kill her. Her father would kill her. My grandfather would kill her. She’d be dead four times before she moved.

“You.”

Her voice is about seven octaves higher than normal. She’s squeaking. She’s using tones only dogs can hear.

I pull her head gently out and grip her by the chin.

“You know, you could just ask.” I’m teasing her now. She thinks I’m all innocent. I guess I kind of am. But after two years of fucking her I’m not completely untutored.

The thought of Ashley leaning over, kissing me, with her hands on my shoulders while fucking me so deep it almost hurts…

That won’t leave my head.

I lean down to her ear and whisper.

“I think I’ll probably say yes.”

Precious Things: Epilogue

Previously: Chapter 55 [A]

Well, Uh. Here. Now it really IS over. Not sure I can comment on every comment again. That took a lot of effort!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tom Lynch, I just borrowed em.

Rating: NC17 SMUT, do not read if underage or if it’s illegal in your country or if lesbian sex offends you. If Lesbian sex offends you… GET THE HELL OFF MY SITE.

Precious Things – Chapter 55 (The end)

[I call Hudson U as a shout-out to me! I rock!] <—– Dev being right as usual.

So, this is the last chapter of the actual story. There is one more chapter to come that kinda tags on the end of this, but OFFICIALLY, this is the ultimate chapter. The final chapter. The end.

So I have some thanking to do:

Dev: Because your genius is unparalleled and you make my writing actually readable. You were the skeleton to this story and I can’t thank you enough.

People who comment every frickin chapter: Oh my god. I’d tell you to get lives but then i’d be sad so THANK YOU.

People who commented at all: Especially all those of you who delurked. I had people who’d been reading me on SON online (god, I barely REMEMBER that), who delurked. How much I appreciate it I cannot say. Your comments kept me going, and will keep me writing in the future. (Those who comment on this chapter should check back later on their own comments)

Anyone at all who read: Cheers! Seriously! I know there were a lot of you because we got 29,000 views last month. Thank you for coming and reading.

Tom Lynch, for inventing the girls and giving me something to play with. The N, for screening them. Uh, my parents, god… ok, i’m done.

Disclaimer: Tom Lynch and the -Man with the Golden Gu-N own South of Nowhere and the characters used herein. I own Gramps and Cathy though.

Rating: Vanilla

Enjoy. Thank you once again for reading.

Precious Things – Chapter 54

The Penultimate Chapter.

Yes, I have been waiting to say that. I love that word. Of course that isn’t counting the epilogue so theres two more to this. *Sigh* I feel sad about it.

Hugs to Dev. She’s mah beta yo. And a damn fine friend too.

Disclaimer: As previously stated. This is pretty vanilla this chapter.

Precious Things – Chapter 53

I love our resident web geek.
So, I had an awesome Canada day, and have come to the conclusion that although there are drunken wankers everywhere, I LOVE CANADIANS!

Also, I still know nothing about how child services works. So I made it up. I’m fairly sure i got it 100% wrong but, you know, it worked for the story.

Disclaimer: Tom Lynch and the Nudists own SON. I have a maple leaf on my cheek. I make money from neither this nor that.

Rating: Vanilllllllla.

Precious Things – Chapter 52

I know nothing about child protective services. This will become apparent over the next two chapters. Dev is beta’ing like a mad woman. It’s somewhat amazing. I’d almost say her other half should leave more often but that would be mean and make her sad so I won’t. I wish a speedy return to MrsDev. [Me, too – Dev] SVT, hope things are going ok.

HAPPY CANADA DAY EVERYONE

Disclaimer: Tom Lynch and The Mutant Army of Doom own SON. I make no money off this. Michael Jackson is weird.

rating: Pretty tame. References to past violence.

Precious Things – Chapter 51

Ok, so this one is unusually early and TOTALLY for SVT07. Look, this is stupid but your comment made me tear up and I wanted to, I don’t know, see if I could distract you for ten seconds or something. So, this is my pathetic way of saying “Hey, i’m so sorry about the shit that’s going down, I have nothing to offer but an update, but i’m thinking of you.”
So. Yeah. Dev feels the same way. She’ll probably swing in later with fifty updates of much higher quality for the same purposes.

Hugs yeah.

(Son belongs to Tom Lynch and his army of Zombies, i just borrow them while avoiding the brain eating masses).

Precious Things – Chapter 50

You know, i thought i should post this since we’re mostly having old stuff today. This is tomorrow’s update a little early. So … uh.. yeah.
Dev rocks my world. I request that everyone send love to her for all the amazing work she puts in on this site. That would make me happy, if everyone’s comments could contain a bit of love for Dev.

Disclaimer: References to Violence, Tom Lynch and the Invigilators own SON, along with the Nubbin.

Precious Things – Chapter 49

Ok. Don’t hate me for the last one eh. (god, i’m so canadian already)
This one is for mjpmpt, both because i just reread her smut fic and my brain is a puddle of mush, and also cos she’s had a really sucky time of late, as best I can tell.

Also, happy trippin’ Liz.

Beta’d by Dev cos she’s cool like that

Disclaimer: SON owned by Tom Lynch and the Rockettes. This chapter has references to violence which make it unsuitable for people who … um… don’t like references to violence. Consider yourself warned.

Oh… and i finished writing this one. 7 chapters to go if you include this one.