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knights_say_nih) wrote2006-03-31 07:44 pm
knights_say_nih) wrote2006-03-31 07:44 pm
Entry tags:
- femmeslash,
- fic,
- fiona,
- mary anne,
- rp
Fic: Like a Queen
Fiona and Mary Anne and a post-sex conversation.
My first remotely femmeslashish thing ever. I still say Write is an enabler.
Like a Queen.
She looks like a Queen.
She’s naked, she’s smoking in bed, her hair is a nightmare but she looks like a Queen.
Mary Anne smiled to herself, pushing away the rogue thought and shifting against the sheets to make herself more comfortable. She’d been unsure whether to go or to stay, but a slim fingered hand and gently reached out and set on her stomach to hold her still, before slipping lower to idly caress the flare of her hip.
There weren’t any words, nor insecurities, nor expectations. There was just Mary Anne, sprawled on the bed and breathing deeply, and Fiona leaning back against the wooden headboard, hair mussed, eyes heavy with satisfaction, smoking. And. looking like a Queen. .
“What’s that, sweet?”
The cultured voice asking the idly question was the only hint Mary Anne had that she’d said the last part out loud, but she was too bold- or perhaps too happy- to blush.
“I said I can tell you’re royalty. You’ve got poise to you.”
Languidly, eyes that are neither Random’s nor Julian’s, but sometimes Dworkin’s, glance down to look her over as though she’s not quite sure what to do with her.
“And you look, and fuck, like an Amazon, sweet, I’m afraid I’ve given you a few nips.”
Mary Anne took a perverse sort of pleasure in hearing profanity from such a lady, and stayed still as the elegant, graceful hand drifted up, idly drawing up her ribs to set gently on the angry red mark on her left breast.
“I don’t mind.”
Full lips quirk in a smile, cigarette shifting slightly with the movement.
“I didn’t think you did, no.”
They trade a glance, the thought .if the sounds were any indication. spoken only in Fiona’s smile and Mary Anne’s slight gasp.
Silence reigns, comfortable, companionable, in a way that being with Julian .wasn’t .and even as Mary Anne shoved that thought aside, Fiona’s voice cut in with
“So which one of us was a better lover?”
This time the silence wasn’t quite so comfortable, and Mary Anne twisted, sitting up on the bed and pulling away from the suddenly almost seemingly cruel fingers and pushing unruly hair back out of her face.
“Does it matter?”
Glinting eyes, royal eyes, .Dworkin’s. eyes narrow slightly and the point of fire on the tip of the cigarette shifts yet again as a smirk spreads.
“I think it does.”
She props herself up on her elbows, and breathes, and stares at the naked queen leaning against her headboard with nothing to wear but a cigarette, a smirk, and a thin sheet.
There’s only one answer she can give.
“You are.”
A thrilled laugh rings out, the cigarette is extinguished, and soft, strong arms pull her inexorably back into an embrace that steals her breath.
The Amberite smiles to herself, and smoothes her hand possessively down the human woman’s back, and resolves to ask Julian the same question that night.
She knows what the answer will be.
My first remotely femmeslashish thing ever. I still say Write is an enabler.
Like a Queen.
She looks like a Queen.
She’s naked, she’s smoking in bed, her hair is a nightmare but she looks like a Queen.
Mary Anne smiled to herself, pushing away the rogue thought and shifting against the sheets to make herself more comfortable. She’d been unsure whether to go or to stay, but a slim fingered hand and gently reached out and set on her stomach to hold her still, before slipping lower to idly caress the flare of her hip.
There weren’t any words, nor insecurities, nor expectations. There was just Mary Anne, sprawled on the bed and breathing deeply, and Fiona leaning back against the wooden headboard, hair mussed, eyes heavy with satisfaction, smoking. And. looking like a Queen. .
“What’s that, sweet?”
The cultured voice asking the idly question was the only hint Mary Anne had that she’d said the last part out loud, but she was too bold- or perhaps too happy- to blush.
“I said I can tell you’re royalty. You’ve got poise to you.”
Languidly, eyes that are neither Random’s nor Julian’s, but sometimes Dworkin’s, glance down to look her over as though she’s not quite sure what to do with her.
“And you look, and fuck, like an Amazon, sweet, I’m afraid I’ve given you a few nips.”
Mary Anne took a perverse sort of pleasure in hearing profanity from such a lady, and stayed still as the elegant, graceful hand drifted up, idly drawing up her ribs to set gently on the angry red mark on her left breast.
“I don’t mind.”
Full lips quirk in a smile, cigarette shifting slightly with the movement.
“I didn’t think you did, no.”
They trade a glance, the thought .if the sounds were any indication. spoken only in Fiona’s smile and Mary Anne’s slight gasp.
Silence reigns, comfortable, companionable, in a way that being with Julian .wasn’t .and even as Mary Anne shoved that thought aside, Fiona’s voice cut in with
“So which one of us was a better lover?”
This time the silence wasn’t quite so comfortable, and Mary Anne twisted, sitting up on the bed and pulling away from the suddenly almost seemingly cruel fingers and pushing unruly hair back out of her face.
“Does it matter?”
Glinting eyes, royal eyes, .Dworkin’s. eyes narrow slightly and the point of fire on the tip of the cigarette shifts yet again as a smirk spreads.
“I think it does.”
She props herself up on her elbows, and breathes, and stares at the naked queen leaning against her headboard with nothing to wear but a cigarette, a smirk, and a thin sheet.
There’s only one answer she can give.
“You are.”
A thrilled laugh rings out, the cigarette is extinguished, and soft, strong arms pull her inexorably back into an embrace that steals her breath.
The Amberite smiles to herself, and smoothes her hand possessively down the human woman’s back, and resolves to ask Julian the same question that night.
She knows what the answer will be.
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As I said before, this is deliciously twisted fun.
And if it does come true, the universe may end, but it's doing that anyway.
So.
In conclusion, awesome.
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