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it's our party we can do what we want | maggie + chris

The "Cruise" ringtone he had set up for Maggie suddenly played (having forgotten to set his phone to silent before work). Receiving the text and reading it, Chris was sporting a mighty wide grin. That's when he snapped his fingers and pointed towards one of his co-workers, gesturing to the time. "Lunch break. Be back later," he said before heading to change out of his work clothes. There was no way in hell he'd be meeting Maggie in what he had been wearing. He didn't have the most fabulous job and he certainly didn't want to reek of it. Chris wanted to impress since this would be the first time they'd be spending time together. After all the attention he had been showered with, he felt the need to make a great face to face impression. Granted, he now knew where all the attention had been coming from, but Maggie still wanted to meet up with him even after no longer being under the love potion. A girl like Maggie was to be impressed - especially if he was looking for more opportunities to see the girl again.

When Chris complimented Beck’s punch, the blonde took the moment to flex his fingers and examine her hand proudly. “Thank you,” she replied kindly, keeping quite about the fact the disappearing strain her knuckles were currently going through, because she’s convinced she punched a solid brick of concrete. That kind of confirmed the way she imagined him underneath his clothes- which totally sounds as horrible as it does, because that means she’s been trying to picture him naked, but, yeah, that was a thing once or twice during a day dream. 

Chris was surprised when he saw where she appeared to be taking him. Surprised, but not at all complaining. Sure it was no diner or even a fast food place, but it did hold many options to choose from. Once she parked the car, he leaned forward closer to the windshield to really check out the place. "Oh, Becks, ya shouldn't have. This is far too nice for a first date," he playfully said, laughing at his own joke. His laughing came to a stop when the blonde was getting out of the car, seemingly not waiting for him. Unbuckling the seat belt, he also got out of the car and followed behind her. Chris had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright light of the convenience store. As they passed the poor schmuck who was stuck with the late shift at the store, he shot him a friendly smile before nearly being hit in the face by a flying bag of Cheetos. Fortunately for Chris, he turned around just in time to be able to catch it and continued to follow her to the icee machine. "I tend to just stick with strawberry or cherry." He watched her mix the flavors of Slurpees together before it finally clicked. Noticing that both the bag of Cheetos and the cup were the biggest size there was, he knew exactly what she was doing.

I - it’s - I don’t know, people generally only used Madeline when I was like, in trouble growing up.  And when I say people I mean my parents … which was like always, so yeah … I don’t know, stuck with me I guess.

That's not stupid. I getcha. It's not stupid to associate your name with gettin' in trouble. 'Specially when that's what you grew up with. The only times people call me Christopher is when I'm in serious shit. There's no need for ya to feel embarrassed over your reasoning.

It’s a thing they sell in the EC store. I was intrigued. 

Was believing you were the Biebs worth it?

Oh!  No, I meant my reason for not liking it is kind of stupid but … thank you, though.

What's your reason?

It was a drug. Drug X.

What's Drug X?

It’s kind of stupid … 

Madeline? Madeline's not stupid. It's a pretty name. I like it. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

Because I thought I was Justin Bieber for a week and was a total dickweed. And I am so sorry.

That wasn't a joke?

How come ya don't like it?

A seemingly random thing to complain about but hey, didn’t phase me any.  I actually like Mimi - Madeline is a different story, but at least I got a nickname, right?

Not a fan of your name?

chris-goode replied to your post

I think that anon wanted somethin' to complain about. For some reason it chose your name.

There was always a point when Grace would feel completely lost in what she was doing. In every film that she’s been in she’d forget for a moment that was what she was doing. That moment was right then, When Chris finally thrust in her, she threw her head back with a moan to accompany it. Fuck, this wasn’t their first time fucking, but damn she forgot how good he could feel in her. Grace moved her legs to wrap around Chris’s waist and pulled him in deeper. This was the moment where Grace forgot they were filming and that she was completely lost in the feeling of him thrusting in her. Her nails dug a bit deeper into his shoulder as he continued to thrust harder in her, her mouth parting to let out moans. She smirked when she heard him curse and she was pretty sure that was an improvised line. Grace slid her tongue over lips and smirked as she thrust her hips up to match his. Ugh, and that god awful script. It was almost enough for her to lose interest. Almost. Thank Goodness for Chris’s ability to fuck, or else she might have laughed. She simply moaned and arched her body into him. “Fucking good. I want more.” She gasped out.

Grace's moans were sweet, sweet music to his ears. Every new moan only drove him to want to draw more of those sounds out of her. Not just any moans either. Loud ones that the neighbors would hear. Well, if there were neighbors, that is. The good thing about having worked with Grace before was being able to distinguish her 'show' moans from her real moans and these - these moans were real ones. He didn't take pleasure in knowing that just because of the confidence boast, but now Chris knew he wasn't the only one genuinely enjoying themselves. Disregarding the worst script he had ever been a part of, Grace moved in such ways that it was impossible not to enjoy himself, so no one could really blame him for doing so. The girl moved with a skill only a few people he had slept with possessed and god, did she use that body of hers well. She matched his thrusts perfectly and he knew it would look that way on camera. Their bodies just clicked and it felt so damn good. While thrusting into her, he kept his eyes open and stared as she played with herself. First, it was her breast and then her clit. It was such a turn on for Chris to watch his partner play with themselves.

Like any good actress, Grace could find herself lost in a role. Forget that the cameras even existed. It was something she was particularly good at. Being in pornography, it was even easier to do so when the role one played was never particularly hard. She took shallow breaths and slid her hands behind his back, feeling the contours of his muscles. She made a small sound of pleasure mixed with a bit of want. Almost as if she were begging. “Bad.” She said with a seductive moan. “I’ve got a craving.” She smirked and still continued to stroke her hand over his shaft. She matched the rhythm of her strokes to his palming. Grace lifted her body just a bit to feel closer. When he stopped her hand, she opened her eyes to watch him, her stare glazed over with lust. She pushed her hand through her hair as he started to move down her chest with skilled lips. Much better than the amateurs who thought it was sexy to keep her body nice and wet with an over use of their tongue. She let her fingers splay over his neck when his lips returned back to hers and kissed him back, one leg wrapped around his waist. “We have an hour.” She let out in a breathy gasp as she continued to grind against him. She racked her nails over the back of his shoulders.

Whenever Chris got into a role, he really got into it. The cameras, mics, crew members - they all vanished from his mind and all he focused on was his co-star; except then, he didn't think of them as his co-star, but rather a sexual partner without all the film stuff. His teeth scraped over the skin of his bottom lip when she raked her nails over his shoulders. Small acts like that always turned him on, a side of him enjoying a little roughness. The desperation in her voice when she begged was perfect to feed off of. It helped support this desire to give her what she was begging for. Besides, in return, it was what he was desperate for as well. It took nearly everything in him to not melt at her kissing skills because one thing was for certain, and that was how much of an amazing kisser Grace was. That coupled with her hips pressed to his, he couldn't wait any longer. The red head held his cock in her soft hand and guided it to her entrance. Lips curled into a smirk before he grabbed himself and entered her in one hard thrust.

Your mom sounds like she knows what she’s talking about. My mom told me when she was pregnant she ate nothing but Wine Gums, Jamaican food and pickles while crying over the story footage in her video games and sobbing over TV commercials. Pregnancy sounds like a wonderful thing indeed.

Mine would cry over tv commercials too. When she was pregnant with my sister, I'd catch her flipping through the channels and stopping when there was a commercial and suddenly she started crying. The only way to stop her crying was when I made her a peanut butter and pickle sandwich. It was a wonderful thing indeed.

chris-goode replied to your post: you sure you want kids? theres alot of weight gain with pregnancy.

My ma always said that the weight gain was always the best part of being pregnant especially 'cause me and my sister gave her crazy good cravings when she was pregnant with us.