The City of Angels
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1 through F › As Time Goes By
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,666
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own As Time Goes By, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The City of Angels
Title: The City of Angels
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean and Lionel are in Los Angeles pitching the mini-series.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F, M/F/M
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean, Lionel, Danny
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.
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Baggage claim at LAX was mayhem with some pandemonium thrown in. Finally having retrieved their cases, Lionel spied a man holding a card with HARDCASTLE printed on it.
“That must be our driver.” He and Jean walked over.
“I'm Lionel Hardcastle.”
“I’m Danny. Mr and Mrs Hardcastle, right this way.”
Jean was about to correct him but decided she liked the sound of Mrs Hardcastle and let it pass. Lionel noticed she didn’t correct Danny who was now holding the door for the Hardcastles then put the suitcases in the trunk.
“I’ll be driving you while you’re here in L.A. Mr Barbosa asked me to remind you that you have a meeting tomorrow at 11:30. I’ll bring the car around at 10:45. But first, I’ll take you straight to the hotel unless you wanna stop somewhere along the way.”
“No, straight to the hotel is fine, thank you.” Lionel said.
“Okay. The hotel it is. You want the scenic route or the fastest route?”
Lionel looked at Jean.
“Oh the scenic route, Danny, please”, Jean said.
“With or without commentary?”
“Without” Lionel said.
“You got it.” He pressed a button and the glass partition rose, encapsulating the passengers in their own space.
Within an hour, Jean and Lionel entered their suite. The bellboy pointed out the room’s features and withdrew.
“What a nice room. I’m going to unpack and have a bath.”
“Good idea”, Lionel said. “I’ll have a shower when you’re done. God, I’m tired. What time is it? What day is it?” He sat down on the bed and turned on the television.
Moving things from the case to the dresser and closet, Jean said, “I don’t know. Let’s see, we left Heathrow at 9am and flew for 13 hours and Los Angeles is 8 hours behind London so that makes it…still today but I don’t know what time.”
“Oh my God Jean look at this!”
“What? What is it?”
“It’s a live car chase! I’ve heard about these things but I never really thought to see one!” They sat on the edge of the bed watching a blue sedan being chased down a freeway by a line of police cars.”
“I wonder what he did?”
“Who knows.” Lionel pointed to the screen. “How convenient. The time and temperature are on the bottom of the screen. What does 93 degrees convert to, do you know?”
“Hot. You can watch this; I’m going to have a bath. Then let’s get something to eat. Even though we ate on the plane, I’m starting to get hungry again.”
“Me too. Shall I order room service or do you want to go downstairs or even go out?”
“Room service” she called from the bathroom. “Oh Lionel. You must come in here!”
“What?”
“Look at this tub! It’s huge, and it’s big enough for two.”
Lionel joined Jean in the bathroom
“I can’t believe you’re still wearing that ridiculous hat!”
“It’s not ridiculous; it’s an authentic American baseball cap.”
“Would you like to go to a baseball game while we’re here?”
“Yes. I want to see a baseball game and see Grauman’s Chinese and take a movie studio tour and see the zoo and go shopping on Rodeo Drive. Most of all, I want to take a bath.” She filled the tub. She tossed her cap onto the vanity and removed her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, then sank down gratefully into the tub. “Oh, this is heavenly. It’s a whirlpool tub, Lionel.”
“Is there room for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Lionel dropped his clothes on top of Jean’s and joined her in the tub, putting an arm around her shoulder so she could rest her head on him.
“Perfect”, she murmured.
“I don’t think we’ve ever shared a tub before.”
“No we never have. The few hotel rooms we had all those years ago we were more interested in the bed than the tub, and our tub at home is decidedly a one person tub.”
Jean shifted and lay against Lionel, the whirlpool relaxing them both so much they dozed for a few minutes.
“Wake up Jean. Let’s go to bed before we drown.” Lionel rose and took the two bathrobes from the door, handing one to Jean. They went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately with Lionel curled around Jean spoon fashion.
Lionel woke, went to the bathroom and returned to bed. He looked at Jean who was still asleep; her robe had opened, revealing most of her body. Looking at her, his cock twitched and began to harden. “God I’m hungry”, he thought as he got back into bed. He moved her robe and tongued the warm triangle between her legs. Jean made a sound of pleasure and parted her legs, drawing them up so she looked like a great, open butterfly; she ran a hand through his hair.
“Hello Love”, she said. Her voice was husky with sleep
“Mmnhho”. Lionel’s tongue was busy probing the cleft between her legs. He loved her smell and taste, the sounds she made when he touched her, and the way she felt beneath his lips. His cock grew rigid and his stomach tightened in anticipation. Lionel slid his hand into her pussy, the walls of her cunt wrapping around his fingers while he sucked her labia. “I love you”, he murmured through a mouthful of wet cunt.
“Oh God, Lionel, I want . .” she gasped “I want to suck your cock. Turn around”.
Barely raising his head, Lionel moved around giving Jean his cock and balls. She sucked him into her hungry mouth, her fingers caressed his balls and stroked the sensitive red crevice between his ass cheeks. It was so good! Lionel moved his hips up and down, his cock slipping deeper into her mouth. Jean used her tongue on the underside of his cock, outlining the vein with the tip of her tongue.
Lionel’s face was slick with Jean’s wetness; he buried his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked on her clit. Her moans were muffled by a mouthful of his cock. Jean sucked hard, tasting the first drops of pre-cum. Jean’s orgasm started, her legs tightened around his head, her belly quivered and she pushed her hips up and down, her cunt hair wet with her release and his saliva. Their arms and legs were wrapped around each other and Lionel came as Jean’s own release seeped from her pussy, coated his face and filled his mouth. Streams of Lionel’s tangy cum shot into Jean’s mouth and she sucked him, loving the heat and taste of his cum.
“Welcome to Los Angeles”, Jean said.
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean and Lionel are in Los Angeles pitching the mini-series.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F, M/F/M
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean, Lionel, Danny
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.
__________________
Baggage claim at LAX was mayhem with some pandemonium thrown in. Finally having retrieved their cases, Lionel spied a man holding a card with HARDCASTLE printed on it.
“That must be our driver.” He and Jean walked over.
“I'm Lionel Hardcastle.”
“I’m Danny. Mr and Mrs Hardcastle, right this way.”
Jean was about to correct him but decided she liked the sound of Mrs Hardcastle and let it pass. Lionel noticed she didn’t correct Danny who was now holding the door for the Hardcastles then put the suitcases in the trunk.
“I’ll be driving you while you’re here in L.A. Mr Barbosa asked me to remind you that you have a meeting tomorrow at 11:30. I’ll bring the car around at 10:45. But first, I’ll take you straight to the hotel unless you wanna stop somewhere along the way.”
“No, straight to the hotel is fine, thank you.” Lionel said.
“Okay. The hotel it is. You want the scenic route or the fastest route?”
Lionel looked at Jean.
“Oh the scenic route, Danny, please”, Jean said.
“With or without commentary?”
“Without” Lionel said.
“You got it.” He pressed a button and the glass partition rose, encapsulating the passengers in their own space.
Within an hour, Jean and Lionel entered their suite. The bellboy pointed out the room’s features and withdrew.
“What a nice room. I’m going to unpack and have a bath.”
“Good idea”, Lionel said. “I’ll have a shower when you’re done. God, I’m tired. What time is it? What day is it?” He sat down on the bed and turned on the television.
Moving things from the case to the dresser and closet, Jean said, “I don’t know. Let’s see, we left Heathrow at 9am and flew for 13 hours and Los Angeles is 8 hours behind London so that makes it…still today but I don’t know what time.”
“Oh my God Jean look at this!”
“What? What is it?”
“It’s a live car chase! I’ve heard about these things but I never really thought to see one!” They sat on the edge of the bed watching a blue sedan being chased down a freeway by a line of police cars.”
“I wonder what he did?”
“Who knows.” Lionel pointed to the screen. “How convenient. The time and temperature are on the bottom of the screen. What does 93 degrees convert to, do you know?”
“Hot. You can watch this; I’m going to have a bath. Then let’s get something to eat. Even though we ate on the plane, I’m starting to get hungry again.”
“Me too. Shall I order room service or do you want to go downstairs or even go out?”
“Room service” she called from the bathroom. “Oh Lionel. You must come in here!”
“What?”
“Look at this tub! It’s huge, and it’s big enough for two.”
Lionel joined Jean in the bathroom
“I can’t believe you’re still wearing that ridiculous hat!”
“It’s not ridiculous; it’s an authentic American baseball cap.”
“Would you like to go to a baseball game while we’re here?”
“Yes. I want to see a baseball game and see Grauman’s Chinese and take a movie studio tour and see the zoo and go shopping on Rodeo Drive. Most of all, I want to take a bath.” She filled the tub. She tossed her cap onto the vanity and removed her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, then sank down gratefully into the tub. “Oh, this is heavenly. It’s a whirlpool tub, Lionel.”
“Is there room for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Lionel dropped his clothes on top of Jean’s and joined her in the tub, putting an arm around her shoulder so she could rest her head on him.
“Perfect”, she murmured.
“I don’t think we’ve ever shared a tub before.”
“No we never have. The few hotel rooms we had all those years ago we were more interested in the bed than the tub, and our tub at home is decidedly a one person tub.”
Jean shifted and lay against Lionel, the whirlpool relaxing them both so much they dozed for a few minutes.
“Wake up Jean. Let’s go to bed before we drown.” Lionel rose and took the two bathrobes from the door, handing one to Jean. They went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately with Lionel curled around Jean spoon fashion.
Lionel woke, went to the bathroom and returned to bed. He looked at Jean who was still asleep; her robe had opened, revealing most of her body. Looking at her, his cock twitched and began to harden. “God I’m hungry”, he thought as he got back into bed. He moved her robe and tongued the warm triangle between her legs. Jean made a sound of pleasure and parted her legs, drawing them up so she looked like a great, open butterfly; she ran a hand through his hair.
“Hello Love”, she said. Her voice was husky with sleep
“Mmnhho”. Lionel’s tongue was busy probing the cleft between her legs. He loved her smell and taste, the sounds she made when he touched her, and the way she felt beneath his lips. His cock grew rigid and his stomach tightened in anticipation. Lionel slid his hand into her pussy, the walls of her cunt wrapping around his fingers while he sucked her labia. “I love you”, he murmured through a mouthful of wet cunt.
“Oh God, Lionel, I want . .” she gasped “I want to suck your cock. Turn around”.
Barely raising his head, Lionel moved around giving Jean his cock and balls. She sucked him into her hungry mouth, her fingers caressed his balls and stroked the sensitive red crevice between his ass cheeks. It was so good! Lionel moved his hips up and down, his cock slipping deeper into her mouth. Jean used her tongue on the underside of his cock, outlining the vein with the tip of her tongue.
Lionel’s face was slick with Jean’s wetness; he buried his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked on her clit. Her moans were muffled by a mouthful of his cock. Jean sucked hard, tasting the first drops of pre-cum. Jean’s orgasm started, her legs tightened around his head, her belly quivered and she pushed her hips up and down, her cunt hair wet with her release and his saliva. Their arms and legs were wrapped around each other and Lionel came as Jean’s own release seeped from her pussy, coated his face and filled his mouth. Streams of Lionel’s tangy cum shot into Jean’s mouth and she sucked him, loving the heat and taste of his cum.
“Welcome to Los Angeles”, Jean said.