Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary: Two women in Bedrock share a very special Yabba Dabba Do!
Warnings: Femme Slash, Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 5 August, 2010
Disclaimer: Fred, Wilma, Barney, Betty, Pebbles, Bedrock, Yabba Dabba Do, and Flintstones are & TM their respective owners, none of which are the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
They met in the darkness of the redhead's bedroom while their husbands were away. Their hands pulled frantically at their clothing, stripping each other of dresses and jewelry. Gems broke, fell, and rolled across the floor, but neither woman paid any notice as their hands swept over each other's bodies, freeing one another of the hardships of their lives and the burdens of keeping their burning, eternal love secret.
They fell into their bed with one another as they drowned in each other's passionate kisses. The bed creaked and moaned as they gasped and strove harder to please each other, their fingers diving into secret furs and love holes. Their entire worlds were rocking in Bedrock, their groans and screams of pleasure playing on each other's ears like the sweetest music. They had only these few, scant minutes in their busy days, but their love would last forever.
Their plunging fingers grew steadily harder and faster and their screams louder until at last they exploded through the stars. "YABBA DABBA DO!" they yelled joyously together.
Then, as they fell back to Earth in each other's loving arms, they pulled one another close and cuddled in the shadows. Their breathing was labored and their bodies sticky with sweat, but never had they been happier. Wilma rested her forehead against Betty's as she whispered, "Fred has never yabba dabba'ed me like that!"
Betty giggled. "If I said one word in sex, Barney would fall out of the bed in a dead faint!"
Wilma rolled her eyes. "Men are so annoying."
Betty nodded her agreement. "And yet we have to have them for survival of the species."
"When Pebbles gets old enough," Wilma confided, "the first thing I'm doing is leaving Fred."
"And I'll be waiting for you, ready to go," Betty promised. She kissed her.
The End
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