For Femslash February, I'm committing myself to a "one drabble/ficlet" a day thing, using Lyraeon's prompt list, found at lyraeon tumblr com/post/42066911827 They won't be very long ficlets, but it's something; I need to experiment with short formats more.
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Fennel's approach was silent, her slippers making no sound on the lab room floor as she crept up with slow, long footsteps. She knew she didn't have to, that Aurea was so wrapped up in her work that even calling from the doorway loudly would not shake her, but it was fun, a cheap and playful thrill that made her stifle a giggle. When she got up to the desk, she found her girlfriend, predictably, skimming a new textbook in search of some detail that tied into whatever she was working on. She wasn't too fond of when Aurea came over for a week off, but brought some books and work to do while Fennel tended to housework. "Tended to" in a very loose sense of the term; she begrudgingly tidied up a little if only to give Aurea some time to focus, but left the proper cleaning for when Amanita came home in a week.
After licking her lips and smacking them together, she leaned down and brought her mouth to the brunette's ear. "Your hour to work is up, Juni," she sang softly. "Now you need to study me for the rest of the night." She added a giggle, rolling her eyes at how silly she had gotten, and reached forward to wrap an arm around Juniper's side. The other playfully squeezed at her breast through her tank top. "Maybe you could lay me down on the examining table and see how I respond to certain stimuli."
Juniper groaned at Fennel's terrible attempts at dirty talk, unable to tell if she just liked the science theme, or if she felt it appropriate given their jobs. Whatever it was, it was endless, and had long since became something to roll her eyes at. "May I please another ten minutes, I-"
Before she could finish, Fennel grabbed the top of the chair and pulled the workaholic researcher away from the desk, then swiveled it around. Juniper swung to find Fennel wearing her lab coat very loosely, but it was what lay beneath that surprised her. A new set of very frilly, lacy pink underwear that showed off quite a lot given its purpose, and seemed tailor made for her form. That, along with the wide, playful smile on Fennel's face, made Juniper quiet down. Her work could wait, after all.
Fennel climbed into her lap seductively. There were no arm rests on the chair she was in, and it was just big enough that she didn't have any fear of falling over, so she got free and comfortable in her girlfriend's lap. Her lab coat and her long lilac hair flowed down freely down her back, conforming to the outline of Aurea's legs as she straddled her. One leg found her shoulder, while the other grasped her thigh and slid up her skirt, moving up further as she got comfortable.
"You look incredible," Juniper said as Fennel's lips descended onto hers. She let her hands back up the point, fingers giving her thighs and breasts and hips and navel adoring attention as they kissed. It sometimes took some effort to get her away from her work, but between the deep kiss and what Fennel was wearing, it was remarkably easy that night. After an hour or ten spent lost in scientific textbooks, the first kiss they shared, the first tangible, emotional dose of realism to pull Juniper back into the immediate, always tasted the sweetest.
"Thanks," Fennel replied, and with her hand all the way up Juniper's skirt, slipped two fingers easily into her. "I knew you'd like it," she said, though the last word twisted upward into a moan as Juniper's fingers slipped down the band of her underwear and followed suit. Then, Aurea went with her lips down, past her jaw, along her neck, and finally pressing into the inner corner of her collarbone, where it planted a million heavy, hungry kisses.
The chair began to roll every which way and slide as Fennel and Juniper both rocked and writhed against each others fingers. There was a subtle bounce to it, the chair resisting the force applied to it, but they were too wrapped up in it to notice it or how they gently rotating and traveled across the room. Well, Fennel was aware of it enough, though she didn't tear her eyes from Juniper for a second. She had them closed a lot, actually, focusing instead of the fingers pumping inside of her.
That would be a worry for when the chair finally bumped into something, because no matter what it was, Fennel intended to press up against it or on it, and have Juni eat her out.
