So, this is just a bit of fun because I'm falling in love with this pairing, as many of my readers have. This is a bit of a thank you to Pixip53 who is super patient even when I'm annoying and bugging her for feedback. She doesn't know I wrote this, only that I had the idea. So, thanks for being such a great friend and partner in disaster, Love. Enjoy the fluffiness that can't really exist in my normal storyline. There will be a few chapters, but I don't know how many yet but not as long as my usual stories. Also, this takes place OUTSIDE the normal storyline in the series. Just a fun side story.
Song: John Cougar, John Deer, John 3:16 by Keith Urban (I know, I asked my muse wtf, too, but this seemed to be the only rhythm I could write to today.)
"I wish…"
"Don't."
"… you could feel me."
A slap echoed into the otherwise silent room, and Bethany opened her eyes to find two flushed hands against her creamy thighs. Tink stared up at her, grey eyes wide. Disbelief, a flash of anger. Tink rarely exposed the underlying rage that fueled her isolation from most everyone else in Storybrooke, but the heaving chest and hardened expression read clearly even in the dim light of her bedroom. Bethany flexed the muscles beneath her lover's death grip in preparation of distancing herself from her lover. Veins popped under the flesh in the back of her hands as Tink pressed harder, pointy fingertips surely rupturing blood vessels. Bethany winced and relaxed her weight onto the woman's hips, still confused about what exactly happened and slightly irritated by her ruined orgasm now ebbing into a dull ache. Concern for her lover eclipsed her own needs.
"Darling, have you had flashback? What's wrong?" She rested her hands lightly on Tink's heaving ribcage, brushing the bottom with thumb pads meant to soothe the rage.
"You made a wish," Tink managed between gritting teeth.
Big blue eyes narrowed one brief moment before clarity spread them as widely as the woman below her. "Oh gods, Tink. Did I…" she choked, not really sure what question to ask first. "Did I hurt you?"
"You made a wish to a fairy in the middle of sex when she has basically no control of her powers," Tinkerbell repeated, still torn between shock and anger.
The princess threw her weight forward, catching herself on a hand beside frizzy blonde hair, and grabbed her lover's chin. "Did I hurt you?"
Bethany expected anger. She prepared for a snarky, temperamental backlash. Hell, she wished Tink would yell, at least then she'd know what happened. She expected disgust and further isolation from the woman who guarded herself more closely than Regina – the woman she'd begun to love with all of her soul, the woman who had given her the freedom to experience life without fear of destroying their relationship. She'd expected something, anything at all.
But she'd not expected those strong hands to flex against her thighs as a languid moan escaped Tink's parted lips.
"Darling?"
"I can…" The fairy rolled her hips and tipped her head into the pillows. A breathy sigh collapsed her chest. "I can feel you."
"How is that possible? I thought wishes had very strict guidelines."
Tink opened her eyes. Bethany gasped. Something softer but just as fierce replaced the ire previously residing in her lover's soul. A gentle but callused hand touched her cheek. Every time Tink touched her smooth skin with rough hands, Bethany remembered their differences. A fairy wasn't built to love one person unconditionally, but Tink loved her, wholly, completely. As a princess in their old world, Bethany could have had her pick of suitors, but this fairy turned small-town waitress had stolen her heart. They were night and day, coarse silk, an anomaly that felt hopeless of a happy ending at times. Yet, here they were.
"Wishes can only be granted if the wisher's heart and intentions are pure," Tink spouted the guidelines in a mechanical whisper. Her eyes, however, stayed soft and searching the baby blues only inches from them. She tucked a piece of dark, sweat-damp hair behind the princess' ear.
"I've unlocked your fairy intuition, haven't I?"
"I'm sorry." Tink dropped her hand and averted her gaze to the window. "Your desires are your own, to be shared if and when you want to share them. I didn't mean to pry."
"Sweetheart." Soft breath puffed over the fairy's heated cheeks, ghosted her lips with a caress of remembrance. She only needed to think of Bethany's kiss to feel it upon her body. "Never apologize for who you are."
"I might have to if we enchanted a strap on with some sort of mystical juju. You get to explain that one to your sister, and then she won't kill me when I show her the raccoon outfit I bought."
Bethany slapped her shoulder playfully and bumped their foreheads. "As much as I respect what works for others, I pray you're joking about the costume." Tink grinned devilishly. Belle rolled her eyes. "It feels different for me, too. Warmer, I think."
"Try it out," Tink encouraged. The anger passed quickly as excitement of actually experiencing the feeling of being inside of her lover grew. The wish wouldn't have worked if Bethany hadn't held her best interest at heart, and Tink glimpsed the love inside her heart, the hidden desire to give everything she possessed to the woman guiding her hips with roughened hands. With that desire also came the fear of being trapped, the fear to commit without guarantee. Tink gave her time to sort her emotions. It wasn't her place to say when Bethany felt ready, and right now, she only seemed ready for another orgasm.
The princess pulled her weight onto her knees, hands resting on Tink's ribs. The fairy stifled a moan on the back of her hand. Teeth sank into the thin flesh. Beth laced her fingers with both hands, pulling them from the danger of bite wounds. Taut arm muscles worked with her, giving her leverage as her lithe, slender body rolled into her lover's. Tink's head swirled, lack of oxygen and explosions of pleasure. It felt like an orgasm building in her lower belly, but nothing clenched inside. Deep moans filled the room around them as luxurious as the maddening pace of Bethany's hips.
"Bethany," Tink almost whined. She needed her. Everything felt new and different and she just needed her.
The princess leaned back, using their locked fingers and abs muscles to stay upright. Tink raised her knees, gave her back leverage. Red patches marked alabaster skin, the kiss of desire. Two small ones on each heated cheek. Lingering caresses upon the flesh between lustrous breasts. Creeping fingers up each thigh. Each frustratingly slow movement of her hips tightened the liquid heat around the strap-on, around the thing Tink felt as a part of her own body. The possessed body fell forward onto two hands beside her head, still clinging tightly to her own. Muscles rippled around her, and Bethany hid her face in Tink's neck to rid out the waves of pleasure. Tink pressed heels into the bed and rolled up into her lover, drawing it out as much as possible without her hands.
Hot, wet pants covered her neck and chest. Sweat of dark and light hair mingled at their temples. "You okay?" Bethany gasped.
"Yeah. Gods, you're so tight, though."
Beth's lips crashed into hers, hips rolling with renewed effort. The lips moved with desperate pants to her jaw, her neck. A tongue touched her throat, cleaning the sheen of sweat gathering there, pressed into a wildly pounding artery. Teeth followed the soft, wet muscle. Tink rose to meet her lover, hips slapping. Muscles rippled around her again, throbbing against the object that felt more and more like flesh inside of her. Teeth clamped around the neck in her mouth. Her sharp cry of pleasure vibrated in Tink's throat. It was too much. Bethany's pussy coming around her again, the sweat, the sounds. Tink tore her hands free and grabbed the still moving hips, pulling them down against the upward thrust.
Her neck scraped free from Bethany's mouth when she threw her head into the pillows and collapsed onto the bed. Liquid surrounded her inside of Bethany, surely she'd not made her squirt, had she? Lower ab muscles contracted again. She bucked against the weight now heavy on her hips. Slowly, Bethany relaxed around the phallus, or what?
"What the hell?" Tink gasped, voice shaking.
"Sweetheart." Bethany sat up, eyes wide despite the haze of lust in them. "I'm uncertain the wish behaved as you suspected. Please don't be angry." She raised on trembling thighs to her full height. A very real, flesh and blood phallus slid out of her easily in the flaccid state. Gooey liquid squeezed out of her pussy onto Tink's stomach.
The fairy stared between them, eyes wide, mouth open, chest heaving. Bethany bit her lip and winced as she watched the rage build in her lover, threatening to blow the top any moment. She held her breath, lightheaded by the time those grey-green eyes flicked to hers with death and destruction swirling beneath the normally placid orbs.
"You wished me a penis!"