This is an old oneshot of mine (from about 2010), which, when going over my older fics, I realized that I never uploaded here. I still enjoy this pairing a lot. I decided to just upload it in the original state I wrote it in. While this was written with the 2005 film in mind at the time, I think it can apply to the book, as well as any of the adaptations (save for modernizations, that is). Hope others like it.~
Title: A Job Well Done
Fandom: Pride & Prejudice (2005 adaptation movieverse)
Characters/Pairings: Lizzy Bennet/Charlotte Lucas
Warnings: If you don't like femslash in your Jane Austen, this ain't your cup of tea.
A/N: This is pretty much PWP. There is no plot or even hints at a plot in this at all.
And as for setting — because where in the hell are two women going to get it on in Regency England? — I would assume that this story is set when Lizzy is visiting Charlotte shortly after Charlotte and Mr. Collins' marriage. (ooh, drama) That's the only possible place I can imagine these two having even the slightest chance of being alone like this.
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Charlotte kissed the inside of Lizzy's palm. Lying back against the pillows, Lizzy felt a shiver run through her. She looked at Charlotte and their eyes met.
"Don't stop," Lizzy whispered.
"And if they should hear us?" Charlotte breathed: a challenge. She stared for an answer.
"Let them," she responded, lazy and defiant at once.
Charlotte's gaze was an enigma.
But slowly she reached an arm under Lizzy's waist, arching her spine back, that neck forced to bend. She withdrew and sat up, kneeling upright between Lizzy's knees. Gripping the girl's rumpled skirts, Charlotte pushed them up abruptly with no trace of politeness. This is mine, the gesture said. Lizzy didn't dare move.
Straddling Lizzy's thighs beneath her own, nightdress pooling round hips, Charlotte shoved her right hand down and between. Her palm cupped the area, threatening that anticipated spot.
Motionless, Lizzy lay flat on her back. Her breaths came heavy and irregular. Eyes open wide stared up into the older woman's face. All her feelings were at this woman's mercy; it shot a tap of pure thrill throughout her whole self. What comes next? her mind asked, and her heart could not answer.
Charlotte laid a palm flat on Lizzy's bared and unlaced chest. The right remained at Lizzy's core, and there she began, there it worked: Down, down.
Charlotte pressed the thumb, flicked fingertips across a soon-wet space, then entered. Her fingers danced into untouched territory, contracted against on all sides. Lizzy tilted her chin up unconsciously, eyelids fluttering open, shut. Her hips lifted and strained against Charlotte's thighs.
Faster, she thought. How agonizingly slow did that hand move!
Lizzy let forth a small groan, and Charlotte teased; first moving fingers soft and slow within her, next pumping her hand fast and hard, shaking fingers strong to make them pulsate.
Lizzy breathing quick and erratic, Charlotte leaned forward to place a slow kiss on on her face, lips parted and hand ever moving.
A jolt, a jolt, fierce and stuttering jolt, the fire burning between Lizzy's legs as she moaned; Charlotte thrust her tongue into her mouth and felt the vibration of the sound — the satisfaction of a job well done.