About A Dress

That dress.

That fucking blue dress.

It was all he could think about.

All he could think about.

Made of such a thin, wispy material, he could practically feel it tearing under his hands...

He shook his head.

No.

Wrong.

That was wrong.

Thinking about her... About doing that to her... Was wrong.

Right?

Ross watched Laura as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, talking to some guy.

Who the hell was he?

He vaguely recognized him. Maybe from some T.V. show?

Whatever.

He said something that might have been funny, and she giggled, a contrast to his loud, bellowing laugh.

Her hands moved to her waist, smoothing out her dress, from the tops of her thighs to her knees and, not for the first time that night, he had to... re-adjust himself.

Get a hold of yourself, he said to himself. you're presenting an award in ten minutes.

He knew that, in his current state, there was no way he could present anything.

His every move was being captured and or recorded by cameras, and he knew a slip up as big as going on stage like this would never be forgotten. By anyone.

Not just the public and his fans, but he could just hear his friends and family teasing him about it.

Aw, did you get too excited? He shuddered as he pictured pretty much everyone asking him that question.

It was enough to make him calm down a little.

And just in time, too.

Laura gave him the 'thumbs up' sign as he sat back down. Ross smiled at her.

The presentation of the award had gone pretty well. Himself and Maia had rehearsed it several times, so he wasn't surprised, really.

He sat down next to Riker again.

He patted his shoulder. "Good job," He congratulated him.

Ross nodded, his eyes straying over to Laura. Again.

A presenter started to say something about twerking. He smiled a little because he knew what was coming next.

Rocky stood and twerked for about three seconds or so, attracting the attention of pretty much every one withing an eight meter radius of them. Rydell hid her head in her hands, embarrassed for him.

Over in her row, Ross saw Laura laughing to herself.

"He's been prepping for that moment his whole life," Ross muttered to Riker.

Riker laughed quietly.

Laura crossed her legs, showing quite a lot of her thighs as she did so.

Ross focused on my breathing, trying not to let it get too shallow.

Laura ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face, succeeding in taking Ross back to square-one on the whole don't-get-a-boner situation.

Damn, that hair.

He wanted to to take it, in his fist, while she wrapped her lips around his cock...

What the fuck is wrong with you.

He sighed, turning away from her, trying to actually focus on the Awards Show.

Laura was much too small, much too delicate for the things he had in store for her.

He could hurt her, with the way he was feeling now.

He didn't want to do that. He didn't want to hurt her...

... Too much.

He dug his hands into his seat.

No. You will not go near her.

He clapped as he heard everyone else clapping. He really had no idea what or who he was clapping for. He had barely heard anything.

He couldn't concentrate on anything other than the dirty little fantasies whirling around in his head.

Laura on her back. On her hands and knees. At his mercy.

You're a mess. He scolded himself.

His eyes trailed over Laura's body once more, then he looked away.

He had to stop staring at her like this. He would attract attention.

The entire award show.

Ross had been hard for the entire award show.

He had had to sit with his hands folded over his lap for the whole thing.

Nothing had calmed him down. Not thinking about doing chores, or homework, or Rocky's little twerking incident; nothing.

As the presenters closed up the show, and the whole place erupted into applause, Ross made his way to his dressing room.

His brothers and sister watched him curiously as he left, but he ignored them. He'd make up some lie later.

He caught Laura's eye as he left, and that didn't help things at all.

He walked quickly to his dressing room, slamming the door shut once he was safely inside.

He sat at the chair in front of the mirror.

He was so far gone. Too far gone to even try not to think about her.

That damn dress.

But it wasn't the dress. Though it played a part in his sudden yearning for her, he knew that Laura had always been... well, incredibly sexy.

And he'd been suppressing these urges.

And now it was like all the thoughts he'd refused to think about her over all these years were all coming back to him.

All at once.

And quickly.

Laura moaning, writhing, pleading, begging for him... for him to fuck her senseless.

Ross leaned forward with his head in his hands, groaning.

A knock on the door interrupted his self-loathing.

"Go away," he growled, not caring who it might be. It was probably one of his siblings.

"Ross?" Called a voice that he would recognize anywhere.

"Um," he took a deep breath. "Now's not the best time, Laura-"

"Let me in? Please?"

Let her come in, his lesser side pleaded, knowing what was most likely to happen if he did, what with his current...state.

Don't let her come in, his other side told him. You'll scare her. Or hurt her. Tell her to go away.

"Sure," he managed to say. "Come in,"

No going back now.

The door handle turned,and she walked in, a small purse in her hands.

"You okay?" She whispered, leaning against the door.

He didn't turn around.

He sighed. "I'm fine," He said, through his teeth.

"You didn't seem fine back there..." She cocked her head to the side, a smile threatening on her lips.

He raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out her expression. "I am fine. Really,"

"Yeah?" she challenged, folding her arms. "Then stand up."

He looked at her. If he stood up, no doubt she'd see that he was hard.

But somehow, she seemed to know that.

How did she know that?

Unless...

Had she known the effect that she had on him?

"Why?" He asked her.

"I'll believe you're really 'fine'," she said, "when you prove you're not hard right now."

Ross thought back to the amount of times she's touched her hair or licked her lips or simply touched herself.

Had she been doing all that on purpose?

"You knew," he said, his voice growing harder.

Laura grinned. "I noticed that you seemed to like my dress... I just thought I might as well have some fun with you,"

Ross stood, walking over to her. "You did that all... to mess with me?" He asked, standing in front of her.

Laura's eyes widened a little.

"But-"

"But nothing." Ross growled, crashing his lips against hers.

She gasped as she felt his erection against her stomach, and Ross pulled her tighter to him.

"Ross-" she started to say.

"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.

"Your little show back there," he snapped, biting down on her lip.

Laura felt wetness begin gather between her legs. "Show?" she squeaked out, her voice cracked and broken.

"You know what I'm talking about. Don't you fucking lie to me, you dirty girl,"

Laura felt her knees weaken as he shoved her roughly against the door.

"Okay," she sighed, as his lips trailed down her jaw to her neck. "I admit it... I was teasing you,"

"I know you were," he said, his hands hiking up her dress, slipping into her underwear.

She moaned loudly, and he kissed her again, muffling her cries of pleasure.

"You know what happens to girls who tease, Laur?" he whispered against her lips.

She shook her head breathlessly, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure.

Suddenly, he was pushing two of his fingers into her, fucking her with them. "They get punished." He told her, pulling his fingers out of her as she started to come.

She whined softly, pushing her hips against him. "Ross..."

Fuck, he loved it when she said his name.

"Go back there, and talk to your family - tell them... tell them something, because you're not going home with them tonight. When you're done, meet me in the parking lot." He pulled away from her reluctantly, looking into her eyes, fisting the flimsy material of her dress.

"Understood?" He asked, his stare burning into hers.

Laura nodded, and he released her.

To be continued...

How was it?