Serendipity

Animals

A/N 1: Yes, yes, sometimes I awake from the dead. I started to write this in February when I was obsessed with Animals by Maroon5, I have moved on since, but well this is the fruit of that particular obsession. I tried, okay.

A/N 2: This is completely inspired by Meryl's constantly bruised lips and the bruises on her cleavage (look carefully) on Golden Globes night and acting so loved up at the Academy Awards.

A/N 3: This is probably the most descriptive sex scene I have written about them, I guess. Like this is just basically PORN WITHOUT PLOT, so kiddos STAY AWAY! Like seriously.

A/N 4: No disrespect or violation of privacy meant to them, just some fanfiction.

"Baby I'm preying on you tonight
Hunt you down eat you alive
Just like animals
Animals
Like animals-mals."

February 26, 2017

The Beverly Hilton

She finds herself pinned to the door of the five star hotel room as soon as she turns the knob on the door to shut it. Immediately, his teeth bite down onto the exposed skin of her collarbone as he holds her hair up in a vice grip. She mewls and whimpers but he doesn't relent until he can taste blood on her lips. He licks the wound, one hand still holding her hair up while he uses the other to get a firm hold of her couture covered ass.

He lifts his head momentarily to study her face. Head thrown back, lips slightly apart, her eyes flutter incessantly with the rhythm of the rise and fall of her breasts, her face glistening with sweat as the material of her Elie Saab dress begs for release.

"You have been teasing me all night, kissing me five minutes into the show, touching me way too much when all I want to do is fuck you." Don growls in a low husky voice as he lets go of her ass to trace his fingertips over her parted lips.

At this Meryl opens her eyes and looks directly into her husband's eyes. The same feelings reflect in their blazing orbs-lust, an animalistic need to make love, to claim each other, to mate.

Before she can respond he captures her lips in a searing kiss and bites on them, making her yelp in surprise.He disengages again momentarily, to kiss the side of her neck, her exposed shoulders and bites on her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you into the middle of next week."

She moans at the statement as her body is torn from the door and pulled into the room near the bed. He kisses her lips even more fiercely ruining her already bruised lips as he starts working his hand on the zipper of her dress while she tries to get him out of his suit.

There is no time to meticulously peel each layer of clothing; the need to have each other far exceeds anything. He stands behind her and makes quick work of the zipper on her dress as he peels it down her body letting it fall to the floor. He's already lost his coat somewhere along the way.

A shard of light from the outside lamp falls directly across her face and shoulders bathing her in a golden light in the otherwise dark room. Her silhouette prominent- her face glistening in sweat as she pants, golden hair cascading down her flawless milky white shoulders, breasts covered in a black silk lace push up bra begging for release, porcelain skin yearning for his touch leading to that sacred place covered in matching lace underwear, her slender legs covered in a layer of stockings held by garter hooks.

She looks like some kind of a sex goddess and Don all but loses his mind as his want to claim her as his takes over. He's not insecure or possessive per se but she still drives him crazy with lust and his need to be inside her reaches a primal level.