(Disney) Muddied
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salmon_pinkTitle: Muddied
Fandom: Disney (Pocahontas)
Pairing: Pocahontas/Nakoma
Rating: PG
Words: 458
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "dirty".
The bank of the river is slick with mud, and it makes the most magnificent squelching sound when Nakoma lands on the ground. She lets out a horrified shriek, and Pocahontas laughs and steps backwards into the shallows.
“You’ll pay for that!”
Pocahontas just laughs harder, easily ducking the ball of mud Nakoma slings at her face.
It’s harder to duck the weight of Nakoma’s entire body when she throws herself forward, springing up on strong legs and slamming into Pocahontas’ chest, and they splash down in a heap, arms and hair and water and mud everywhere.
“You got me, you got me!” Pocahontas giggles when Nakoma tries to dunk her head under the water.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Nakoma shoots back, eyes sparkling, and then words are lost to actions, wrestling and grappling with each other. Rubbing great handfuls of mud into each other’s clothes and skin, until they’re gasping for air, laid out on the bank and completely exhausted.
Pocahontas sighs and smiles up at the sky.
“You’re a mess,” Nakoma informs her, smearing a little more mud on Pocahontas’ cheek for good measure.
“I am,” Pocahontas agrees, turning on her side to grin at her best friend. “As are you. I think we should get out of these clothes and get cleaned up.”
The shocked look on Nakoma’s face makes her feel giddy and reckless.
“We can’t! Somebody could see us,” she gasps, but Pocahontas has already rolled up on to her knees, pulling her dress up over her head in one easy movement.
Nakoma’s protests seem to die at the sight of all that exposed skin. “Don’t worry, nobody visits this part of the river in the afternoon,” Pocahontas assures her all the same, throwing her dress so it lands across Nakoma’s lap. And then she’s on her feet and wading into the water, until it’s deep enough to dive beneath the surface. Feeling it touch and cool her heated skin all over, mud sluicing away under the pressure.
She surfaces to find Nakoma has not moved, still gaping at her from the bank. Nakoma’s eyes are fixed upon her, as if it is impossible to look away, and Pocahontas moves through the river, returns to the bank, feeling droplets of water rolling down her chest and legs, watching the bob of Nakoma’s throat as she swallows thickly.
“You won’t join me?” Pocahontas asks, and Nakoma appears to emerge from her trance, giving Pocahontas a knowing look.
“You’re a terrible influence,” she mutters, but she’s pulling at her own clothes as she speaks, and she leans up as Pocahontas leans down, lips meeting in the middle for a kiss that tastes of the afternoon sun and the freedom of the river.
Fandom: Disney (Pocahontas)
Pairing: Pocahontas/Nakoma
Rating: PG
Words: 458
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "dirty".The bank of the river is slick with mud, and it makes the most magnificent squelching sound when Nakoma lands on the ground. She lets out a horrified shriek, and Pocahontas laughs and steps backwards into the shallows.
“You’ll pay for that!”
Pocahontas just laughs harder, easily ducking the ball of mud Nakoma slings at her face.
It’s harder to duck the weight of Nakoma’s entire body when she throws herself forward, springing up on strong legs and slamming into Pocahontas’ chest, and they splash down in a heap, arms and hair and water and mud everywhere.
“You got me, you got me!” Pocahontas giggles when Nakoma tries to dunk her head under the water.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Nakoma shoots back, eyes sparkling, and then words are lost to actions, wrestling and grappling with each other. Rubbing great handfuls of mud into each other’s clothes and skin, until they’re gasping for air, laid out on the bank and completely exhausted.
Pocahontas sighs and smiles up at the sky.
“You’re a mess,” Nakoma informs her, smearing a little more mud on Pocahontas’ cheek for good measure.
“I am,” Pocahontas agrees, turning on her side to grin at her best friend. “As are you. I think we should get out of these clothes and get cleaned up.”
The shocked look on Nakoma’s face makes her feel giddy and reckless.
“We can’t! Somebody could see us,” she gasps, but Pocahontas has already rolled up on to her knees, pulling her dress up over her head in one easy movement.
Nakoma’s protests seem to die at the sight of all that exposed skin. “Don’t worry, nobody visits this part of the river in the afternoon,” Pocahontas assures her all the same, throwing her dress so it lands across Nakoma’s lap. And then she’s on her feet and wading into the water, until it’s deep enough to dive beneath the surface. Feeling it touch and cool her heated skin all over, mud sluicing away under the pressure.
She surfaces to find Nakoma has not moved, still gaping at her from the bank. Nakoma’s eyes are fixed upon her, as if it is impossible to look away, and Pocahontas moves through the river, returns to the bank, feeling droplets of water rolling down her chest and legs, watching the bob of Nakoma’s throat as she swallows thickly.
“You won’t join me?” Pocahontas asks, and Nakoma appears to emerge from her trance, giving Pocahontas a knowing look.
“You’re a terrible influence,” she mutters, but she’s pulling at her own clothes as she speaks, and she leans up as Pocahontas leans down, lips meeting in the middle for a kiss that tastes of the afternoon sun and the freedom of the river.
