(Disney) Cold Spot
May 21st, 2014 14:05![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Cold Spot
Fandom: Disney (Hercules/Frozen)
Pairing: Megara/Elsa
Rating: NC-17
Words: 386
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "there".
Elsa’s fingers grip the headboard, ice prickling over her knuckles. Her back arches, hair loose and spilled across the pillow. Her eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, defenceless and vulnerable as she moans, throaty and needy.
“Tell me where,” Meg murmurs, and her eyes are narrowed as she stares up the naked stretch of Elsa’s body to the flush of her face.
“Please, please,” is all Elsa can manage, mindlessly repeating the word over and over.
“Tell me,” Meg growls, and she isn’t trying to be cruel but she doesn’t think she can be blamed if the sound of the Queen of Arendelle crying out, beside herself with pleasure, makes her rough with desire.
Her fingers move deep within Elsa, sliding in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging along sensitive inner flesh. Curling to press against that harder nub just inside, and Elsa wails for it.
“Meg, oh, there!” And that’s all Meg needs to hear, Elsa’s voice ringing within her mind. Working Elsa’s g-spot with her fingers, pressing her head down to rub her lips against Elsa’s clit. Feeling the mattress shift as Elsa’s heels dig down into the sheets, hips bucking up, riding Meg’s mouth. Feeling the clench around her fingers, the taste of sex across her tongue as Elsa comes, and there’s a bright flash of white and blue as Elsa screams so beautifully for her.
Meg pulls back with a satisfied sigh, and she’s not trying to spoil the mood but she can’t help her bark of surprised laughter.
The entire wall above the bed is streaked with frost, the headboard frozen solid, shards of ice spiking out from around the tight grip of Elsa’s fingers. The air around them glitters as snow begins to lightly fall over Meg’s hair and bare shoulders.
“Well, if that’s not a ringing endorsement of my skills, I don’t know what is,” Meg deadpans, and Elsa kicks her lightly with an embarrassed groan. But they’re both grinning, and Elsa’s chest is still heaving, blushing pink all the way down to her navel. Looking thoroughly debauched, and Meg’s nowhere near finished with her yet.
She has to wonder how many more orgasms like that it’s going to take before there’s a full-blown blizzard raging in Elsa’s bedroom. It sure is gonna be fun finding out.
Fandom: Disney (Hercules/Frozen)
Pairing: Megara/Elsa
Rating: NC-17
Words: 386
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "there".Elsa’s fingers grip the headboard, ice prickling over her knuckles. Her back arches, hair loose and spilled across the pillow. Her eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, defenceless and vulnerable as she moans, throaty and needy.
“Tell me where,” Meg murmurs, and her eyes are narrowed as she stares up the naked stretch of Elsa’s body to the flush of her face.
“Please, please,” is all Elsa can manage, mindlessly repeating the word over and over.
“Tell me,” Meg growls, and she isn’t trying to be cruel but she doesn’t think she can be blamed if the sound of the Queen of Arendelle crying out, beside herself with pleasure, makes her rough with desire.
Her fingers move deep within Elsa, sliding in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging along sensitive inner flesh. Curling to press against that harder nub just inside, and Elsa wails for it.
“Meg, oh, there!” And that’s all Meg needs to hear, Elsa’s voice ringing within her mind. Working Elsa’s g-spot with her fingers, pressing her head down to rub her lips against Elsa’s clit. Feeling the mattress shift as Elsa’s heels dig down into the sheets, hips bucking up, riding Meg’s mouth. Feeling the clench around her fingers, the taste of sex across her tongue as Elsa comes, and there’s a bright flash of white and blue as Elsa screams so beautifully for her.
Meg pulls back with a satisfied sigh, and she’s not trying to spoil the mood but she can’t help her bark of surprised laughter.
The entire wall above the bed is streaked with frost, the headboard frozen solid, shards of ice spiking out from around the tight grip of Elsa’s fingers. The air around them glitters as snow begins to lightly fall over Meg’s hair and bare shoulders.
“Well, if that’s not a ringing endorsement of my skills, I don’t know what is,” Meg deadpans, and Elsa kicks her lightly with an embarrassed groan. But they’re both grinning, and Elsa’s chest is still heaving, blushing pink all the way down to her navel. Looking thoroughly debauched, and Meg’s nowhere near finished with her yet.
She has to wonder how many more orgasms like that it’s going to take before there’s a full-blown blizzard raging in Elsa’s bedroom. It sure is gonna be fun finding out.
