stephanometra

FACT 1:

ze_pink_lady's girl!J2 universe rules, and girl!Jared is a hotass.
FACT 2: In any universe, Jared and Milo were clearly fucking while their characters were vying for Rory's love on Gilmore Girls.
FACT 3: Since girl!Jared is a dyke, that means that in girl!J2 verse, Milo must be a girl as well. And they had hot sex.
FACT 4: Lydia and I are insane.

Given these facts, here is porn.

Title: Looking for Vice in All the Right Places (Or, Maybe Cosmo Isn't So Bad After All)
Authors:

hegemony and

stephanometra
Pairing: Girl!Jared/Girl!Milo
Rating: NC17
Summary: "Never been fucked like this, huh? Like your skin's too tight and too loose at the same time and you're gonna come right out of your head?"
Warnings: Semi-public femmeslashy goodness here, guys.
Notes: Ties in to the girl!J2 verse, but stands alone, mostly because it's shameless pornography. And if this is what will happen every time Lydia and I discuss my sex life, well. Clearly I need to be having more sex, so that we have more to discuss. 2300 words.

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Fancy Hollywood parties are nothing like Jay had dreamed when she was just a high school kid entering a sweepstakes; they're long and excruciatingly unentertaining once the cute girl at the open bar decides that Jay's underage ass has had enough, even though she's far from drunk—stupid eastern European genes—and she can't even catch a break fetching drinks for her date, because Alexis is drunk, in addition to being likewise underage.

Fortunately, this venue is one Jay's been to before, and if she can't get another whiskey sour, well, at least she knows a place where she can get some air and catch a break from doting on Alexis for the photographers.

The little balcony is off a curtained alcove, private enough to give the WB's favorites a place to catch their breath and have a smoke. It's also occupied: Milo is leaning over the railing, looking out over the studio lot with a cigarette dangling from her pale, slender fingers.

She looks up when Jay comes up behind her. "Bitch at the bar cut you off?"

"How'd you know?" Jay rests her elbows on the railing, turning her face into the evening breeze, away from the smoke.

"Mm." Milo casually tosses her cigarette, watching as it explodes against the pavement below, and backs away from the balcony, rocking back on three-inch heels and spreading her hands against the wall behind her.

Jay gets the distinct feeling that she's being studied, even though the expression on Milo's face could best be described as utterly dispassionate and she's actually looking at a point about three feet to the left of Jay's head.

"So, Jared," she eventually says, tilting her head inquisitively, finally focusing that intense dark gaze on Jay's face. "Are you actually a dyke, or do you just play one on TV? Because I'd kind of wondered."

Her bangs fall into her eyes—and man, she's got to know what that does to Jay, she's got to—and Jay doesn't even bother correcting the use of her given name, because she's mesmerized by the white line of Milo's throat above the deep purple of her cocktail dress (lush and violent and edgy, like Jess, and pure fucking sex, like Milo herself). Anyway, it's not like she'd listen anyway; Jay knows that from experience. "Excuse me?" she finally manages.

"Come on, you've never done it with a girl?" Milo asks, quietly. Her dress dips low in the front, and Jay's transfixed by how her chest heaves like she's insatiable. "Girls, you know, they're all the same. Body types may be different, but we all want the same thing, right?"

She smiles then, an ungentle, mean little smile. she knows that Jay can't stop looking at her, knows exactly what she's doing, and apparently the fact that Jay's not going to give her the satisfaction of an answer doesn't have any effect on her script.

"You read Cosmo, don't you?" she presses, and Jay narrows her eyes a little, because Cosmo is trash and Jay's a fucking lesbian, okay, has known since she was a gangly and awkward eleven-year-old wondering why the hell other girls were so much more excited about the dresses in Seventeen Prom than in the models wearing them.

Milo knows it, then, knows how much she's capturing Jay's attention, licking her lips, lowly, letting idle fingers trace the curves of one breast, then the other. She leans against the wall, putting on a show, smiling softly as she drags her hand down to the hem of her dress, arching backward and up under the fabric. She slips her hand up, and pulls her skimpy underwear down to hang from her legs, skimming back up to slide into herself.

She speaks, carefully, holding Jay's gaze. "You ever have a real orgasm before, Jay? Like all you're going to do is explode?"

Jesus, Jesus, Jay can't believe that Milo is doing this, where anyone could find them at any time, where Alexis could find them at any time, and wouldn't the producers have something to say about that, and fuck, none of that makes any difference, not when Milo's lacquered nails are making little wet sounds as they disappear into Milo's slit. It's ridiculous, it's surreal, and it's all Jay can do not to drop to her knees, desperate for the taste of that cunt on her tongue.

Because Jay's had orgasms, sure, but she's never had a woman like Milo. Jay's only girlfriend in high school was a nice girl, one of those, and she hasn't had anyone else other than Alexis—sweet-faced, acid-tongued, self-centered Alexis, who's pretty enough, but could never even hope to achieve the sensuality Milo's got just by breathing. Alexis, who wouldn't be doing what Milo's doing right now even in private, much less in an alcove off the main ballroom at a goddamned network party.

Jay is so, so fucked.

Milo's other hand hangs onto the railing and she hikes her dress up a little more, opens her legs a little more, lets her fingers seep in a little wider. "You haven't come until you've come like this, Jared," she hisses. "Now are you gonna be a big girl and come over here, or are you going to watch and get us caught? I bet you like that kind of thing. Gets you off to keep your hands clean, Padalecki? You like me being a bad girl for you?"

She's blushing with arousal, now, thrusting her fingers in wildly until Jay can watch them change angles. Milo's mouth opens in silent ecstasy, back arching as her other hand fixes a grip against the rail and she breathes shakily. She reaches out, grabbing at Jay's wrist and pulling it over to her, fashioning it over her own hand in her crotch. "Fuck me, c'mon."

Jay slips a single finger in alongside Milo's, feels the heat and wet of her, the tight grip and the blood pulsing under the hot skin. "God, you're—" she whimpers, but Milo's thin, breathy moan cuts her off.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. It feels—" she cries out again, sharper this time "—feels like you're touching me everywhere, girl."

And Jay groans at that, stifles the sound against the white curve of Milo's breast, thinks she's probably bruising the skin but doesn't give a shit because Milo is shaking in her arms, gasping as she teeters on the edge.

"Gonna come," Milo says, but she doesn't need to, not when Jay can feel the ripple of Milo's cunt from the inside, can feel the tiny tremors in Milo's thigh where it's pressed against her own.

"Yeah," she whispers into Milo's cleavage. "Come on, do it," she says, and like it's just that easy, she does, hips twitching, tits heaving under Jay's mouth.

Milo's hand reaches into Jay's hair, pulling Jay's wet mouth to her lips, licking into her mouth, hot long kisses that only break for air, as Milo doesn't relent even though Jay knows she would for anybody else. She's shaking in Jay's arms, wide-eyed and straining as she can feel Jay's finger inside her, and it occurs to Jay that Milo has always wanted this, is getting off on finally getting it.

Well, maybe Milo's opened the door for more than she originally estimated.

Suddenly, Jay pulls away and surges back in with two fingers, stretching around the two Milo's already put there herself, making her clench even harder, come even more fiercely, making her hips rise while Jay fucks her fingers in and out. She's heaving, now, breathing sharp on Jay's lips as her eyes flutter shut and Jay bites gently at the curve of her jaw.

"Fuck!" She squeals as Jay's mouth covers her own, suffocating the sound from anybody who could hear her.

Eventually Milo slumps back against the wall, breathing deeply. "You do read Cosmo, don't you? Mysterious fuckin' bitch." She sighs, floating back down to reality as Jay's fingers slip out of her. Jay brings her fingers up to Milo's lips, painting her lips with come before bringing them to her own lips, licking at them daintily. When she's done with them, she licks at Milo's mouth, primly, drinking in the taste of pussy and smoke.

The licks turn into more messy kisses, breathing each other's air, and when Jay makes a move to break apart, Milo smirks, the cockiest thing that Jay's ever seen. "Padalecki thinks she's not going to get what's comin' to her?"

"What's coming to me?" Jay asks softly, and before she knows it she's been spun around, pinned against the wall in conscious imitation of the way she'd pressed against Milo only moments before.

"That's kind of up to you, Jared," she says, softly.

A vision springs to life unbidden in Jay's head—what could happen to an already-controversial show if they figure out that two of its actresses are fucking during network functions, when they had to fight to get the network to air this season in the first fucking place—but Milo, God. She's all sinful shimmy, chest to chest and lip to lip, poised to strike the minute Jay leaves herself open for that kind of thing. If she decides to damn the consequences and leave herself open for anything at all.

"Jesus," Jay groans.

"You want that, right?" Milo asks softly, thigh pressed into Jay's crotch under her dress. "Want me to get down on my knees for it, don't you? Head between your thighs, reveling in how you taste. How do you taste, huh? Bet you're sweet, all that wet, all of it waiting for me. And that clit, Jared. Could spend the rest of my days sucking at that clit, Jared, know how sensitive you are there."

There's the scrape of carefully sharpened fingernail against Jay's clit, and it suprises her like a jolt of electricity going down her spine. "Fuck!"

"You want more?" Milo asks, her other hand skirting down the back of Jay's perfect black dress, "You want it all, don't you?"

"Anything," she whispers, kissing into Milo's mouth as Milo slips a finger down and curls it in. Jay's mouth falls open, whimpering as her head drops backward, hair catching on the rough brick behind her. Milo's lips slide up her neck, teeth nipping at her jugular.

"There you are," Milo grins, pressing her finger into Jay's G-spot and watching as she squirms. She pulls her hand away only to come back with two fingers, fucking in sharply as she prods at Jay, making her weak in the knees. She curls her other hand around the back of Jay's neck to catch her, keep her from melting into the wall or falling over. "Never been fucked like this, huh? Like your skin's too tight and too loose at the same time and you're gonna come right out of your head?"

"God," Jay gasps. "God, Mi, what are you doing to me?"

"Giving you the fuck of your life, huh? You gotta be quiet, though, if you want me to do it right. Don't want anybody to find us out here, you and I. It'll be our little secret, right? Gotta keep it that way," Milo grins. "Unless you want to get caught."

Jay makes a ruined noise. "Please."

"Little Alexis wouldn't know what to do with us, baby," Milo grins. "She'd be ruined, the two of us fucking each other and leaving her out."

Jay shuts her up with a kiss, wet lips on wet lips, as Milo's fingers slide out and rub at her clit, teasing her even more. "I wanna come, Mi, make me come. God."

"I'll get you there," Milo says, softly, slipping her fingers inside again. "Just you wait."

Suddenly, it's a tight clench as Milo thrusts ceaselessly, always hitting the right spot, letting Jay's moans and the wet squish of pushing in and out fill the silence around them. She closes her eyes, mouth open and panting. "Jesus. I..."

"Come, Jay." Milo whispers to her, and presses her lips down as Jay flails, arms reaching out but finding nothing to ground herself with, soaking Milo's fingers with wetness as she shakes into and out of an orgasm.

"God," she gasps, as Milo slips softly away, pressing her fingers up into her mouth, licking away traces of white, creamy and bitter sweet. They stay silent, afterward, but Jay can see in Milo's eyes just how much she wanted this, just how much she wants more, so turned on.

"You know, I always thought that good girls like you always wear panties to events like this," Milo hisses, softly in Jay's ear. "Then again, you're not as much of a good girl as I thought, are you?"

And Jay? Jay has no answer for that.

Milo pushes her away and bends down to pick up her handbag, rummaging around for her cigarettes. She offers Jay one, smirks when Jay wrinkles her nose and shakes her head.

"There's gonna be a bartender change in about five minutes, if you want more liquor," she says as she fiddles with her Zippo, pensively looking down at the nascent purple-red bruise on the slope of her breast.

"And if I want more you?" Jay asks.

"You so read Cosmo," Milo grins. "Go get me a drink and I'll think about how to be ladylike about this situation. Something that will taste good when you kiss me goodnight."

"Yes, ma'am," Jay smiles. "But you're getting the next round, and I won't be hauling your ass home."

Milo looks over her shoulder, all venomous happiness, as she finally flicks open her lighter, holding it up to the cigarette in her mouth. "It's a deal."

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And now, for something completely different, because you all care so much about our creative process on this shit:

stephanometra: (i'm walking blind here, dude. I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM OR ABOUT GILMORE GIRLS AND *FLAILY HANDS*)

hegemony: *cheezy grin*

stephanometra: all I know is that maybe he once made alexis cry while they were dating?

stephanometra: and that's why lucy really hates him

hegemony: d'aww. I wikipedia'd that ho.

hegemony: he's lacto-vegetarian apparently.

hegemony: he was born with dead nerve endings in his lower left lip [editor's note: no really, photographic evidence]

hegemony: thanks wikipedia

hegemony: for solving nothing.

stephanometra: lol

hegemony: ooh, this is good.

hegemony: he wrestled in high school