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salmon_pink) wrote2014-03-10 07:59 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-03-10 07:59 pm
(Disney) Making Her Head Swim
Title: Making Her Head Swim
Fandom: Disney (Hercules/The Little Mermaid)
Pairing: Megara/Ariel
Rating: R
Words: 211
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "skin".
“You’re staring,” Meg smirks, and Ariel can only nod because yes, yes she is. She may have won her voice back from Ursula, but right now it doesn’t feel that way, throat tight and tongue dry and words utterly beyond her.
And Meg just carries on smiling that cat-got-the-cream smile, raising her arms to cross her wrists behind her head. Chest stretching and arching up and out, as if she needs to draw more attention to her naked breasts, as if Ariel isn’t already staring at them with wide, dazed eyes.
“I thought you wanted to go swimming?” Meg prods and, oh, she’s clearly enjoying this. Toga puddled around her feet, kicking her sandals aside as she saunters towards the bank of the stream, hips swaying. “That’s your thing, right? Former mermaid and all. Unless you’d rather stay here, and I’ll enjoy the water all by my lonesome.”
She trails off with a flutter of her eyelashes, and Ariel swallows thickly and begins tugging at her clothing as fast and frantic as she can.
She hears a satisfied chuckle and a splash, and Ariel’s already lurching clumsily towards the water. Still half-dressed and not caring in the slightest, the sight of wet skin and Meg’s filthy grin seared into her mind.
Fandom: Disney (Hercules/The Little Mermaid)
Pairing: Megara/Ariel
Rating: R
Words: 211
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "skin".“You’re staring,” Meg smirks, and Ariel can only nod because yes, yes she is. She may have won her voice back from Ursula, but right now it doesn’t feel that way, throat tight and tongue dry and words utterly beyond her.
And Meg just carries on smiling that cat-got-the-cream smile, raising her arms to cross her wrists behind her head. Chest stretching and arching up and out, as if she needs to draw more attention to her naked breasts, as if Ariel isn’t already staring at them with wide, dazed eyes.
“I thought you wanted to go swimming?” Meg prods and, oh, she’s clearly enjoying this. Toga puddled around her feet, kicking her sandals aside as she saunters towards the bank of the stream, hips swaying. “That’s your thing, right? Former mermaid and all. Unless you’d rather stay here, and I’ll enjoy the water all by my lonesome.”
She trails off with a flutter of her eyelashes, and Ariel swallows thickly and begins tugging at her clothing as fast and frantic as she can.
She hears a satisfied chuckle and a splash, and Ariel’s already lurching clumsily towards the water. Still half-dressed and not caring in the slightest, the sight of wet skin and Meg’s filthy grin seared into her mind.