AN: written to fill the prompt of both voyeurism and femslash involving Franziska, Adrian and Celeste so beware of sex, masturbation, and all that jazz!
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When Franziska walks in to the sight of two women up against the wall, kissing and nipping with their hands everywhere, she freezes.
It was a horrible idea to visit Adrian Andrews at this time of day, it was ridiculous, foolish, and she knew that yet she found herself behind the corner of her apartment door greeted with the sight of a slightly obscured couple in a tight embrace.
She turned her heel, ready to walk away from the possibly awkward situation.
"C-Celeste, nngh.."
Franziska froze.
She knew that voice. She could recognize it anywhere but never had she heard it like that--
--"You enjoy that, do you, Adrian? Hmm, I guess this is another one of your sensitive spots.."
Immediately she turned her head and leaned back against the wall, her steel blue eyes widening slightly with recognition and surprise. This was impossible. Adrian wasn't..she was not..she was not in any relationship. The fool had been spending time with her, often calling her to make plans after work, and Franziska had even begun to enjoy their little appointments.
Certainly if Adrian were involved with someone, she would say.
"A-aah, quickly, before anyone comes and sees us.."
There it was again, the voice of Adrian Andrews straining with lust, the type of voice she would never expect from the woman.
She dared to spare a second glance at the two, wanting a closer look at the pair but she found herself stuck to the image of her blond friend, leg wrapped around the other woman whilst her hands tugged desperately at her pants, a light sheen of sweat developing over her brow.
A warm curl of heat found its way in her body.
Adrian Andrews was beautiful, Franziska learned this as a fact during their growing friendship, but under that light with her head thrust back, displaying her pretty pale neck for that stranger to kiss, she came to the halting realization that she desired nothing more than to touch her.
Franziska watched as the other woman, a brunette, splayed her hands over Adrian's smooth skin and nipped gently with her teeth, working her way down to the top of her pants to unbuckle them.
Her heart pulsed faster and she watched with bated breath as her leather-bound hand found itself pushing and pulling her skirt aside and it was warm, she was wet, and she was wanting.
A slow, guttural moan found its way out of Adrian's lips as she tilted her head back, arching to aid the entrance of the fingers that began to scissor in and out of her. Her hair was spread beautifully over her shoulders and Franziska could not tear her eyes away, she was pressing against herself with her gloved fingers and it was foolish and it was wrong.
Her eyelids fluttered and she let out a shaky breath.
There were noises but Franziska did not hear them, she was fixated on the curve of Adrian's back, her collarbone, her lips bruised from kisses and those closed eyes, clenched shut with an anticipation she was starting to feel herself as her own fingers continued to desperately push inside.
That fool of a stranger was doing it wrong, she was unsatisfactory, she was taking too long to bring Adrian any sort of pleasure and if she were her, if she were in her shoes--
--she would've done it much more quicker, and much more efficiently with proper kisses and sharp bites and bruises that would not be forgotten the day after and oh
Franziska bit her bottom lip to keep quiet as she came and slid soundlessly down the wall into a heap, her gloved hand damp and glistening.
Exhaling a hesitant breath, she stood up and fixed her skirt, determined not to make noise as she left the apartment complex.
She would visit Adrian another time, a better time, and perhaps then, she would prove to her how a perfect von Karma, a prodigy at that, would excel far better than any ridiculous brunette.
