Title: She'll drag me down and--Bake some cookies!
Author: Me...esh
Disclaimer: Vhat? I don't bloody own zem! Leave me be...
Pairing: Helena/Dinah...pshhh, like I can write anything else!
Note: Ma-ha!!!...I KNOW that this is wayyyyyyyyyyy too short but I'm not exactly sure how to follow it up...I guess we'll, and yes that includes myself, have to wait and see!
Rating: I want to put pg-13...but you know...sometimes the mind can wander with some people and it comes out a lot more dirtier to them so to be safe: Between pg-13 and R.
She's sitting at the opposite end of the counter, picking at the broken intercom. Her brow furrowed, strands of hair falling from behind her ear where she tucked them. Behold, a woman who is definitely good with her hands. Lord, I can only imagine what she can do with those hands.
"So what happened to the...." I absently hear Barbara inquire in the background.
Strong hands, skillful fingers...If only I could just--
"Why don't you just--"
...arch my body until my skin comes into contact with her palm. My breathing is labored and she's very aware that I'm very aware of what she's doing to me. Cinnamon sweat slicked legs wrapped around whatever available appendage is within reach. I'm pretty sure that if we weren't locked together, we'd slip right out of each other's grasp, and I'm also sure that neither of us wants that to happen. She licks her way from the hollow of my throat, over my chest, stomach, then stops at my navel. Grinning at me from her position wayyyy down there, she takes a breath and lets out a steady stream of air right back up to where she startes. Ohhhh my...I'm just about to verbalize exactly what effect she has on me, but I can't...Thank God. Her lips are firmly placed upon mine, velvety tongue softly prodding for admission. Granted, of course. She slips between my lips, a cold stud clicks against my front teeth and I'm slightly annoyed, but then I remember what else she can do with that wonderful device...and believe me, it's not tapping out 'twinkle, twinkle, little star.' My hands are tangled in her hair while hers are-ahem-otherwise occupied...and suddenly I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I notice Barbara is staring at me.
Heh...what was the question again?
Author: Me...esh
Disclaimer: Vhat? I don't bloody own zem! Leave me be...
Pairing: Helena/Dinah...pshhh, like I can write anything else!
Note: Ma-ha!!!...I KNOW that this is wayyyyyyyyyyy too short but I'm not exactly sure how to follow it up...I guess we'll, and yes that includes myself, have to wait and see!
Rating: I want to put pg-13...but you know...sometimes the mind can wander with some people and it comes out a lot more dirtier to them so to be safe: Between pg-13 and R.
She's sitting at the opposite end of the counter, picking at the broken intercom. Her brow furrowed, strands of hair falling from behind her ear where she tucked them. Behold, a woman who is definitely good with her hands. Lord, I can only imagine what she can do with those hands.
"So what happened to the...." I absently hear Barbara inquire in the background.
Strong hands, skillful fingers...If only I could just--
"Why don't you just--"
...arch my body until my skin comes into contact with her palm. My breathing is labored and she's very aware that I'm very aware of what she's doing to me. Cinnamon sweat slicked legs wrapped around whatever available appendage is within reach. I'm pretty sure that if we weren't locked together, we'd slip right out of each other's grasp, and I'm also sure that neither of us wants that to happen. She licks her way from the hollow of my throat, over my chest, stomach, then stops at my navel. Grinning at me from her position wayyyy down there, she takes a breath and lets out a steady stream of air right back up to where she startes. Ohhhh my...I'm just about to verbalize exactly what effect she has on me, but I can't...Thank God. Her lips are firmly placed upon mine, velvety tongue softly prodding for admission. Granted, of course. She slips between my lips, a cold stud clicks against my front teeth and I'm slightly annoyed, but then I remember what else she can do with that wonderful device...and believe me, it's not tapping out 'twinkle, twinkle, little star.' My hands are tangled in her hair while hers are-ahem-otherwise occupied...and suddenly I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I notice Barbara is staring at me.
Heh...what was the question again?