Mar 29, 2015
SUREfire’s new album!
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SUREfire’s new album!
Enjoy our latest track! Jess Cantley and I are proud of the way it turned out! We have lots more work to do in the studio. I really believe in Jess and we make a good team as Surefire. Hope you guys listen and share with your friends!
Just an honest recording
Newest from yours truly! Thinking of adding vocals but this what I got so far! Enjoy frens Name comes from the box we buried the mouse in that died the day I made this song to a glue trap. rest in peace
Neck kissing for Toddsky
OH GOD I SAW THIS THEN I FORGOT I'M SO SORRY.
Avery didn't realize Eli was in the office with her until she felt hands sliding over her shoulders and the tickle of breath against her cheek.
"You've been working all day," Eli said, kissing her cheek, fingers kneading. "Come watch a movie with me."
"I can't," Avery answered, flipping a page on the file before her and glancing at her computer screen.
Eli's lips touched her jaw. "Please?"
"Eli, I'm busy. Tomorrow." Eli hummed. Her mouth moved lower, glancing over the sensitive flesh just beneath Avery's ear.
"You said that yesterday. You owe me." Avery opened her mouth to reply but a sigh slipped out before she could as Eli kissed her neck, slowly, her teeth scraping. Her eyes slipped shut, a tingle running up her spine and spreading to her fingertips. Eli's lips pulled against her flesh. There would be a mark there in the morning, one Avery would have to cover before she left for the office.
"Eli..."
"Movie," Eli said, "or I'll stand here and keep doing this-" a kiss, "-and this-" a nip that made Avery gasp, "-until you stop working."
"Keep doing that and the last thing we'll be doing is watching a movie," Avery muttered.
Eli smirked. "Even better," she said, and spun Avery's chair around. Work could wait.
look i woke up and wanted to write toddsky phone sex so here you go. NOOOOOOOOOT SAFE FOR WORK.
Avery's away on a business trip. They didn't happen very often, but two or three times a year there was a client from overseas to meet, and Avery was more often than not the one who was sent to talk with them. This time, Avery is in France, and between the time difference and Eli's sleep schedule they had hardly spoken at all. It wouldn't have been such a huge issue, even though it was unwelcome and Eli missed Avery terribly, if Eli hadn't woken up midday burning and aching with fleeting memories of her and Avery in their shower, Avery's skin slippery beneath Eli's fingertips and her hair smelling of shampoo. Her hand is already halfway down her stomach, fingertips nudging at the waist of her shorts when she gasps and jerks back into full consciousness. She gropes for her phone, charging on the night stand, and squints at the time through bleary eyes. Almost 2PM, which means it's almost 8 in Paris and unless Avery is out drinking she'll be awake.
Eli finds Avery's number in her log and presses call. It's going to rack her phone phone bill this month, but she doesn't care, and she doesn't think Avery will either, if she misses Eli as much as Eli misses her. The phone rings and rings, and Eli slips her hand between her legs, her breath catching just as Avery answers the call, sounding worried.
“Are you okay, babe?” There's a murmur of voices around her, but it's too loud to be dinner, and faint music crackling through the phone speaker.
“Where are you?” Eli gasps out in reply, fingers dancing feather-light touches around her clit. Avery's clever, but her answer is delayed, and Eli can practically hear the furrow in her brow when she replies.
“At the hotel bar, why?”
“Stop boozing and go upstairs, I need you.”
“Need me?” Avery asks, and then Eli fails to stop a moan when she presses her fingers and she hears Avery's sharp intake of breath, imagines her eyes narrowing, darkening, her lips pursing and her jaw tightening as she clenches her teeth. She listens to Avery make excuses, her tone sounding natural to everyone but Eli, who can read Avery like an open book. She wonders what Avery's wearing, if she's still dressed up in her pressed skirts and blazers or if she's wearing that one polo that makes her eyes look bluer than they already are and those pants that make her ass look amazing. She prefers the skirt, she thinks. Better access.
“Avery,” she hisses.
“Hold on,” Avery replies, voice strained. She sounds as desperate as Eli feels. “You gonna tell me what brought this on?”
“I had a dream,” Eli half groans.
“About me?” Avery asks, purring. Eli hears an elevator ding.
“Of course about you, you idiot.” Avery tuts.
“Now, now,” Avery says. “Don't be rude.”
“Would it be rude to shove you against the wall because that's what I want to do right now.” She was wet when she woke up but now it's worse. She's hardly moving her fingers, as difficult as it is to restrain herself, and she can feel it. She squeezes her eyes shut and can see Avery biting her lip, her eyes rolling shut, her fingers gripping her phone tight as she leans back against the side of the lift.
“That would be very rude,” Avery replies. Her voice is low and rough, a gravelly rumble coming from the back of her throat. Eli lets her fingers ghost again, making sure that Avery hears how her breath shudders when she sighs. A clunk sounds the opening of the elevator doors.
“It would be even more rude if I did it in the middle of the hallway, wouldn't it?”
“Oh, yes.” Avery sounds almost delighted.
“Then you had better get into your room right now, because if you don't have your pants off in five minutes we're going to have a real problem.”
“I'm not wearing pants.” Avery's smirking, she can hear it, that telltale twist of her lips as the lock on her hotel room door beeps three times in quick succession and the door opens with a heavy click. It slams shut behind her. “Tell me about your dream.”
“Do you-” Eli bites her lip, moaning, and Avery groans softly in response. “Do you remember when we fought because I broke that plate of yours, and we ended up spending the whole night fucking? And in the morning we-we had that shower...”
“Mmm, I remember.”
“I dreamt we were in the shower again, and I could feel you and smell you, hear you moaning in my ear.” There's a rustle of fabric across the phone that sounds like Avery exhaling quickly into the microphone, and the quiet creak of a mattress.
“And what are you doing now?” Avery asks.
“Do I really have to tell you that?” Eli replies in a tone that very much implies that she knows Avery is aware of exactly what she's doing.
“No,” Avery replies, breathless. Eli imagines her lying back, digging her fingertips beneath her underwear, stroking herself, and rolls her hips against her hand. “But I want you to say it.”
“Touching myself,” she whispers. Avery's sigh trembles. “I was so wet when I woke up, I couldn't...”
“Well don't stop,” Avery orders, so Eli doesn't. They should have used Skype, but Eli's laptop is downstairs and Avery's is probably in the hotel room safe and Eli doesn't think either of them are in a position to want to move to get them, even if it meant they would be able to see rather than just hear. But Eli doesn't need to see. Her imagination is vivid enough that all she has to do is focus hard enough on Avery's voice in her ear, whispering everything she would do (“curl my fingers, flick my tongue, my hands on your tits”), and she can almost feel Avery touching her, her hot breath and her soft fingers.
It's only a few minutes before Avery's speech is catching and every other word is strangled by a moan. Already worked up, Eli can feel her stomach tighten, and even though she's trying to draw it out, all Avery does is moan again, once, whispering,
“God, Eli, I wish I could fucking touch you,” and Eli grips her phone so hard she's afraid it doesn't crack in half, back arching and teeth snapping into her lip. Avery's cursing into her ear, muttering Eli's name over and over (“Elisa, don't stop”). It's nowhere near as good as it would be if she had Avery's weight on top of her, fingers deep, her mouth on Eli's neck, teeth nipping at her skin, kissing her jaw, her lips. She wishes she could pull on Avery's hair and hold her still until she's well and truly spent. Instead she's trying to keep her fingers from slipping as her hips jerk and hisses out Avery's name when she's told, the hot memory of Avery's hands on her skin urging her on.
Avery follows suit after a couple seconds, the heavy crackle of her breathing through the phone suddenly cutting off. Eli would be kissing her now, leaving little crescent moon shaped marks in her shoulders and back. Her heart slams against her chest, hips giving a final twitch as Avery sighs out her name. Eli pulls her hand out of her shorts, panting, and wipes them weakly against her bed sheets. There's a brief moment of silence as both of them catch their breath, and then Avery laughs, and Eli pictures her sliding her fingers through her hair with a giddy smile.
“Well,” Avery says airily. “That was unexpected, to say the least.”
“But not unwelcome?” Eli asks. Avery hums and Eli yawns, her limbs heavy with post-orgasm sleepiness.
“I hope for a play by play recreation of that dream of yours when I get back on Thursday,” Avery says. “But you should go back to sleep. You're working tonight, aren't you?”
“Yeah,” Eli replies through a sigh. She stretches, lungs seizing briefly. “I just couldn't help myself.” Avery chuckles, and Eli knows she just boosted her ego up several woefully unneeded notches.
“Until Thursday then, darling,” Avery coos. “Sweet dreams.”
“Only if they're of you.” Avery's laughter is still ringing in her ears when Eli ends the call and rolls over to plug her phone back in and splays across Avery's side of the bed, her body pleasantly funny. Thursday's going to be fun.
five minutes - toddsky (nsfw, 260)
"Five minutes."
"I'm sor-" was all Avery managed to say before Eli's knee was pressed between her legs and she cut herself off with a sharp gasp, hardly noticing as Eli took the book Avery was reading from her hands and tossed it to the other side of the sofa. She braced herself against the back of it, leaning down to catch Avery's lip, scraping her teeth, kissing her jaw and neck. Avery sighed, eyes drifting shut, hips rolling.
Eli's hand slid down, pausing to knead at her breast, fingers hot even though Avery's shirt, before scraping her nails along Avery's stomach and pulling her knee back just enough to leave room for her fingers. Avery groaned, head tipping against the sofa, her back arching. Eli's teeth grazed her throat and nipped.
"Oh, fuck, Eli..." Avery half moaned, breath coming in shorter, more staggered gasps, Eli's fingers dancing around and across her clit, teasing and pressing in all the right ways. She grabbed the back of Eli's neck a moment later when her orgasm shuddered through her, wrapping her fingers up in thick golden waves. Eli stayed against her for a few seconds until Avery managed to open her eyes and watch as she turned around, glancing at the clock on the cable box across the room.
"Five minutes," she said, easing her hand out of Avery's pants and licking her fingers clean with a smirk.
"You asshole," Avery panted out. Eli darted away, leaving a breathless Avery to scramble after her, laughing as she chased her into the bedroom.
Prompt: Nightmares
Sometimes there are nights when Avery is deep in the ocean, water all around her, pressing in, pushing on her lungs and head. She can see the surface, but her arms and legs feel heavy, and no matter how hard she pumps them, the glimmer of light above her head never gets any closer. She can feel herself breathing, but she knows that she shouldn't, that if she does her lungs will fill with water and she'll sink, down, down into the blackness that surrounds her.
Those are the nights when she wakes up tangled in the sheets with Eli's hand on her shoulder shaking her awake, the bedside lamp on and the blonde's brow knotted in concern. Avery waits for the sweat on her face to cool and for her heart to stop pressing so harshly against her rib cage, listening to the soft murmur of Eli's voice in her ear, feeling the stroking of Eli's fingers along her cheek and jaw.
"Are you okay?" Eli finally asks when Avery's pulse has stopped fluttering and she feels like she can breathe again. She nods, knowing that her hands are still trembling, but knowing that if she says anything else Eli won't sleep until she's certain Avery is all right, and she had a rough night at the bar, and Avery can tell from the shadows under her eyes that she needs the sleep more than Avery ever will. If Eli knows she's lying, she doesn't say, just kisses her softly and shuts off the light before pulling her close.
It's another hour before Avery falls asleep again.
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