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salmon_pink) wrote2014-05-26 11:40 am
salmon_pink) wrote2014-05-26 11:40 am
(MCU) In The Palm Of Her Hand
Title: In The Palm Of Her Hand
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Jane
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "strength".
Jane lets out a noise that sounds embarrassingly like a squawk as Sif hefts her up as if she weighs nothing at all. Throwing Jane over her shoulder with a laugh, and Jane squirms and giggles, hands sliding against the bare skin of Sif’s back, feet kicking out at the air.
Sif’s crossing the room in three long strides, and then Jane’s dumped unceremoniously on the bed, bouncing a little as she lands.
“I will have you now,” Sif growls, smiling wolfishly as she straddles Jane’s thighs, hands pressing down either side of Jane’s head.
“You’ve had me plenty already,” Jane reminds her, reaching up to tug lightly at the fall of Sif’s hair. “Are we ever going to rest?”
Sif grins down at her, sunlight glinting on the sharper lengths of her canines, and for a moment she looks like a demon, something wicked and sinful and impossibly attractive. “Never,” she murmurs, eyes narrowed and sparkling, and she lays one hand against Jane’s chest. Deceptively casual, no tension in her arm, but immediately Jane is pinned against the mattress, Sif’s strength overwhelming.
She tries to arch up against Sif’s palm, but Jane isn’t even allowed that, no movement at all, and she whines a little, throbbing between her legs for what that does to her.
“You are entirely too tempting,” Sif accuses playfully, eyes raking over Jane’s naked skin, and Jane wraps her fingers around Sif’s wrist, legs spreading and face flushed, hungry for the power of Sif’s lust.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Jane
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "strength".Jane lets out a noise that sounds embarrassingly like a squawk as Sif hefts her up as if she weighs nothing at all. Throwing Jane over her shoulder with a laugh, and Jane squirms and giggles, hands sliding against the bare skin of Sif’s back, feet kicking out at the air.
Sif’s crossing the room in three long strides, and then Jane’s dumped unceremoniously on the bed, bouncing a little as she lands.
“I will have you now,” Sif growls, smiling wolfishly as she straddles Jane’s thighs, hands pressing down either side of Jane’s head.
“You’ve had me plenty already,” Jane reminds her, reaching up to tug lightly at the fall of Sif’s hair. “Are we ever going to rest?”
Sif grins down at her, sunlight glinting on the sharper lengths of her canines, and for a moment she looks like a demon, something wicked and sinful and impossibly attractive. “Never,” she murmurs, eyes narrowed and sparkling, and she lays one hand against Jane’s chest. Deceptively casual, no tension in her arm, but immediately Jane is pinned against the mattress, Sif’s strength overwhelming.
She tries to arch up against Sif’s palm, but Jane isn’t even allowed that, no movement at all, and she whines a little, throbbing between her legs for what that does to her.
“You are entirely too tempting,” Sif accuses playfully, eyes raking over Jane’s naked skin, and Jane wraps her fingers around Sif’s wrist, legs spreading and face flushed, hungry for the power of Sif’s lust.