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[12-Aug-2021][Dharma & Greg] Worthy of the Duck
Title: Worthy of the Duck
Day/Prompt: 12-Aug-2021
Fandom: Dharma & Greg
Character/Pairing: Dharma/Greg
Rating/Warning(s): Mature or Explicit
Having sex in front of the White House wasn't a bad idea. Say, it was rather a good one. Comfy, grass, not dangling a dozen buildings in the air. A bad place to have sex was a crane, and that plan panned out marvelously. So maybe Dharma wanted missionary, and he couldn't get it up 500 feet in the air until an hour in; the duck was worth it.
"C'mon, Dharma!" Greg scrambled as he tugged his pants, nearly tripping over his ankles—a mistake he wasn't repeating again. It was hard to run and pull up his pants, but he did it, and damn if he didn't.
"Get back here!" A deep voice shouted and Greg felt sweat dew at the back of his neck. Uh, fuck.
"Dharma—" He stared at her, her body as beautiful as ever in the moonlight and afterglow.
"I know how to run!" The blonde pouted, putting a finger on her lip and cocking her hip momentarily, resuming getting the hell out of there.
Dharma squealed excitedly, buttoning up her own bra as they scurried to the car. Her shorts were slip-ons, and her shoes? Why would she need shoes having sex? The grass felt wet and dewy and perfect curling under her toes, and the wind caressed her shoulders with soothing cold that slowly pulled away the steaming hotness of mere minutes ago.
Dharma bounced excitedly, long legs launching her to the car.
"C'mon, c'mon..." He said high-toned as he patted his pockets for his eyes, exhaling when the telltale jingle of keys broke through the air.
The car beeped, unlocking, and he jumped into the seat, Dharma sliding into her own as he pulled the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space. Then, he slammed on the gas, swerving through cars as he zoomed into the road, all grit and focus.
"Woo!" She yelled, sticking an arm out the window. "We did that!"
Greg let out a strangled sigh as the tension flooded from his body, perking up at her enthusiasm and the victory. They were getting that fucking duck.
"Honey, we did!" He yelled in tandem, low yellows and city lights blending into distant colors as they sped on down the road. "WE DID!"
"Lets do it again!" She yelled and grinned foxily.
His head cracked as he turned to her.
"Dharma!"
Day/Prompt: 12-Aug-2021
Fandom: Dharma & Greg
Character/Pairing: Dharma/Greg
Rating/Warning(s): Mature or Explicit
Having sex in front of the White House wasn't a bad idea. Say, it was rather a good one. Comfy, grass, not dangling a dozen buildings in the air. A bad place to have sex was a crane, and that plan panned out marvelously. So maybe Dharma wanted missionary, and he couldn't get it up 500 feet in the air until an hour in; the duck was worth it.
"C'mon, Dharma!" Greg scrambled as he tugged his pants, nearly tripping over his ankles—a mistake he wasn't repeating again. It was hard to run and pull up his pants, but he did it, and damn if he didn't.
"Get back here!" A deep voice shouted and Greg felt sweat dew at the back of his neck. Uh, fuck.
"Dharma—" He stared at her, her body as beautiful as ever in the moonlight and afterglow.
"I know how to run!" The blonde pouted, putting a finger on her lip and cocking her hip momentarily, resuming getting the hell out of there.
Dharma squealed excitedly, buttoning up her own bra as they scurried to the car. Her shorts were slip-ons, and her shoes? Why would she need shoes having sex? The grass felt wet and dewy and perfect curling under her toes, and the wind caressed her shoulders with soothing cold that slowly pulled away the steaming hotness of mere minutes ago.
Dharma bounced excitedly, long legs launching her to the car.
"C'mon, c'mon..." He said high-toned as he patted his pockets for his eyes, exhaling when the telltale jingle of keys broke through the air.
The car beeped, unlocking, and he jumped into the seat, Dharma sliding into her own as he pulled the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space. Then, he slammed on the gas, swerving through cars as he zoomed into the road, all grit and focus.
"Woo!" She yelled, sticking an arm out the window. "We did that!"
Greg let out a strangled sigh as the tension flooded from his body, perking up at her enthusiasm and the victory. They were getting that fucking duck.
"Honey, we did!" He yelled in tandem, low yellows and city lights blending into distant colors as they sped on down the road. "WE DID!"
"Lets do it again!" She yelled and grinned foxily.
His head cracked as he turned to her.
"Dharma!"