Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: Blanche teaches Dorothy the true joys of sundaes.
Warnings: Femme Slash, Established Pairing, Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 13 January, 2011
Disclaimer: Blanche, Dorothy, and the Golden Girls are & TM their respective owners, none of whom are the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Dorothy sighed as a cold, slimy substance slithered between her legs. She couldn't believe that she'd finally succumbed to Blanche's begging! It was completely unladylike, dirty, and worse even than doing it like animals, but then what could she expect if she was determined to love a wanton woman like Blanche Deveraux?
And then Blanche touched her, and Dorothy's thoughts shot out the window. Fire replaced the cold of the thing between her legs as Blanche's tongue went into overtime, licking and nibbling the cheesecake from her most private of areas. Dorothy clasped a hand over her mouth in shock, but then, as Blanche's tongue slid home, her hand fell away and her moan of delight echoed through Blanche's bedroom.
Soon her moans were building into screams that were even more unladylike than the deed they were doing, but Dorothy no longer cared. She couldn't think clearly enough to be bothered. She couldn't think well enough to even recognize her name or voice as it belted off of the walls. She knew nothing but pleasure, and that pleasure screamed even more loudly as Blanche reached out with her hands, one going for Dorothy's hard breasts and the other heading for the chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
Blanche smirked happily. "See, Dorothy? Ah told ya this'd be the best sundae ever, but nnnoooo, ya wouldn't listen tae me! Ah had ta trap ya into agreein' ta this, but Ah bet ya won't argue wit' me next time, will ya?"
Dorothy barely heard her love's voice through her daze. Slowly she shook her head, but before she could speak, Blanche added the chocolate and whipped cream and returned her mouth to her. Dorothy's wailing cry of "YYYYYEEEESSSSSSSS!" was all the answer Blanche sought as she sent her love's passion crashing beyond the stars.
The End