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shallownessOn the Table, Hart of Dixie, AnnaBeth/Lavon, post 2.13 ‘Lovesick Blues'. Summary: After AnnaBeth, er, went into Lavon’s place. Teen, 290 words.
On the Table: shallowness
Sex with Lavon had not been on the table. Nothing with Lavon had been on the table. AnnaBeth knew he was off-limits because of Lemon. So, she hadn’t been thinking about it, not like Lemon had been thinking about sex with Walt, not even like AnnaBeth had been dragged into thinking about Lemon having sex with Walt.
But here Lavon was, kissing her, and oh my! AnnaBeth simply stopped thinking, too busy reacting with enthusiasm. And yes, she liked Lavon’s hand on that part of her anatomy very much. He could guide her wherever he liked.
In response, she started her own explorations, running her hands down the muscles of his arms like a part of her had had a hankering to do for months now, loving the way he responded to her touch.
AnnaBeth hadn’t planned for her dress to come off so easily, she really hadn’t been thinking of anything like this when she had gotten dressed this morning. She couldn’t have imagined how amazing the cool air followed by the press of lips on her skin would feel.
AnnaBeth’s body remembered the steps of this dance, so she toed off her shoes and stepped away from the pooled dress on the floor, flattered by how eagerly Lavon followed her body. But turnabout was fair play, and she wanted his clothes gone.
She really wasn’t sure where in the Mayor’s mansion they were, because there was so much else that was distracting her. When Lavon picked her up without breaking their kiss, she just had to trust he knew where he was taking her. Was that gasp from him or her? The sex that followed may not have been on any table, but it was very good indeed.
Sex with Lavon had not been on the table. Nothing with Lavon had been on the table. AnnaBeth knew he was off-limits because of Lemon. So, she hadn’t been thinking about it, not like Lemon had been thinking about sex with Walt, not even like AnnaBeth had been dragged into thinking about Lemon having sex with Walt.
But here Lavon was, kissing her, and oh my! AnnaBeth simply stopped thinking, too busy reacting with enthusiasm. And yes, she liked Lavon’s hand on that part of her anatomy very much. He could guide her wherever he liked.
In response, she started her own explorations, running her hands down the muscles of his arms like a part of her had had a hankering to do for months now, loving the way he responded to her touch.
AnnaBeth hadn’t planned for her dress to come off so easily, she really hadn’t been thinking of anything like this when she had gotten dressed this morning. She couldn’t have imagined how amazing the cool air followed by the press of lips on her skin would feel.
AnnaBeth’s body remembered the steps of this dance, so she toed off her shoes and stepped away from the pooled dress on the floor, flattered by how eagerly Lavon followed her body. But turnabout was fair play, and she wanted his clothes gone.
She really wasn’t sure where in the Mayor’s mansion they were, because there was so much else that was distracting her. When Lavon picked her up without breaking their kiss, she just had to trust he knew where he was taking her. Was that gasp from him or her? The sex that followed may not have been on any table, but it was very good indeed.
