Blue Velvet

By: Viki

Disclaimer:  I don’t own the characters or MSW, just borrowing them for my enjoyment.  And if I were making money…I wouldn’t be posting on a free website.






Soft.  So soft, he thought his hands felt rough against the fabric.  It hugged her curves, enhancing parts of her body that he knew didn’t need any enhancement.  She’d granted him the pleasure of discovering all of the secrets her clothes always kept properly covered.  A pleasure he had enjoyed…a pleasure he had returned.

“George?”  Jessica questioned after several quiet minutes.

George gave her a lopsided grin, embarrassed at being caught staring.  “I’m sorry, Lass.”  He moved to her and drew her into his arms.  “It’s just that you look stunning.”  His lips nipped at her neck.

Jessica sighed and shivered at his touch.  “Thank you, George.”

“You remind me of the song,” he whispered against her ear, his warm breath sending tingles down her spine.

“George…” she whimpered when his hands began to caress her curves, the feel of his hands against the velvet a very lethal combination to her control. 

“Yes, Lass?” 

“We have a party to go to.”  Her hands gripped his shoulders.

“Party?”  George whispered as his lips pressed kisses against her partially bare shoulders.

“Umm…”  Jessica tried to remember what she’d meant to say.  “Yes,” she finally managed.  “The New Years party at Seth’s.”

“Oh.”  He growled then pulled back and shook his head.

As George closed his eyes and let his head fall back, Jessica bit her lip and tried to gather her wits about her once more. 

“You have to stop doing that,” she gently scolded him.

George opened one green eye and frowned at her.  “Me?”

“Yes, you.”  She pointed at him.  “You have to learn to control yourself.”

“Then you, sweet lass, shouldn’t dress like that.”  He pointed to her dress. 

Jessica looked down at herself.  “I see nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed.”

“Of course you don’t.  You are a woman.”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“You have no idea what seeing you in dresses that hug your curves does to a man.  And on top of that…it’s blue.  You do know about that.  I’ve told you.”

She blushed.  “Yes, you have.  I’m sorry.”  She hung her head.

George smiled and moved to her, his finger titling her head up.  “No need to be sorry.”  He kissed her nose.  “Come on then, we have a party to go to.”

Jessica bit her lip, made a decision then stepped closer to him, her blue eyes sparkling up at him.  “Party?”