titled: untitled
fandom: Joan of Arcadia
codes: Grace/Joan, Grace/Luke
summary: Grace always figured kissing Joan would be a lot like kissing Luke.
notes: short drabble for wizenedcynic.
Grace always figured that kissing Joan would be a lot like kissing Luke.
Not because they were anything alike, which they totally weren't, or because they were brother and sister. It was just that they both had this random passion, this energy that was beautiful and scary at the same time, and she figured it would seep through Joan's skin just like it did her brother's.
And it did, only in a completely different way.
Luke was warm and comfortable and nice. It made her smile and, hours later, come back for more.
Joan was like a slow strike of lightning, cold and hot against Grace's mouth, under her hands. It stole Grace's breath. Made her want to run away even as she pushed in for more.
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