(Disney) Alternative Uses
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salmon_pinkTitle: Alternative Uses
Fandom: Disney (The Princess And The Frog/The Little Mermaid)
Pairing: Tiana/Ariel
Rating: R
Words: 467
Notes: Paddling. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "reveal".
Ariel still uses a fork to comb her hair. Tiana’s pointed out time and time again that a hairbrush would work better, since that’s what it’s made for, but to no avail.
She’s pretty sure Ariel’s doing it on purpose, smiling cheekily as she runs the prongs of the fork through her hair, only grinning wider when Tiana laughs and rolls her eyes.
Ariel discovers more alternative uses for kitchen utensils as time goes on. Some she learns from Scuttle, others she makes up herself, going with her first thoughts and instincts every time Tiana presents her with something new. It’s a game, Ariel creating stories of what each item could possibly be, Tiana teaching her the intended use.
To be honest, Tiana often prefers Ariel’s made-up uses.
Especially for this, and Tiana smiles slowly, the spatula a comforting weight in her hand.
“Show me,” she murmurs and Ariel bites her lip, eyes dark, a blush across her cheeks. Turning her back to Tiana, bending slightly at the waist as she pulls the length of her skirt up to her hips bit by bit, revealing herself.
She’s bare beneath, just as promised, and Tiana feels a spike of arousal jolt up her spine to know Ariel walked to the restaurant like that, no undergarments beneath her dress. The hemline falls just beneath her knees, but a gust of wind could have exposed her at any time, and the thought shouldn’t be so erotic but Tiana’s already breathing a little heavier, suddenly warm beneath her own dress.
Ariel bends a little lower, one hand holding her skirt around her waist and the other gripping the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs, and Tiana can see how flushed and wet she is, can see Tiana’s not the only one excited for this.
“Good,” she purrs, and she watches a shiver chase over Ariel’s body. “Are you ready?”
Ariel looks back over her shoulder, expression hungry, red hair tumbling about her face. “Yes,” she whispers, and the word is so needy that Tiana feels her fingers flex instinctively around the handle of the spatula.
She raises her arm, and Ariel’s eyes flare wide before she drops her head and braces herself.
The flat end of the spatula makes the most incredible sound when it connects with the bare skin of Ariel’s ass.
She cries out, back arching, hips pushing back, and Tiana hits her again and again. Careful to keep the blows light, just enough for a sudden sting, just enough that the skin starts to turn pink, and Ariel gasps for each smack. Writhing for them, rocking back on her heels to push into the sharp contact, and Tiana feels herself sweating for the sight.
Of all Ariel’s more creative uses for kitchen utensils, this is her favourite by far.
Fandom: Disney (The Princess And The Frog/The Little Mermaid)
Pairing: Tiana/Ariel
Rating: R
Words: 467
Notes: Paddling. For
100_women, prompt "reveal".Ariel still uses a fork to comb her hair. Tiana’s pointed out time and time again that a hairbrush would work better, since that’s what it’s made for, but to no avail.
She’s pretty sure Ariel’s doing it on purpose, smiling cheekily as she runs the prongs of the fork through her hair, only grinning wider when Tiana laughs and rolls her eyes.
Ariel discovers more alternative uses for kitchen utensils as time goes on. Some she learns from Scuttle, others she makes up herself, going with her first thoughts and instincts every time Tiana presents her with something new. It’s a game, Ariel creating stories of what each item could possibly be, Tiana teaching her the intended use.
To be honest, Tiana often prefers Ariel’s made-up uses.
Especially for this, and Tiana smiles slowly, the spatula a comforting weight in her hand.
“Show me,” she murmurs and Ariel bites her lip, eyes dark, a blush across her cheeks. Turning her back to Tiana, bending slightly at the waist as she pulls the length of her skirt up to her hips bit by bit, revealing herself.
She’s bare beneath, just as promised, and Tiana feels a spike of arousal jolt up her spine to know Ariel walked to the restaurant like that, no undergarments beneath her dress. The hemline falls just beneath her knees, but a gust of wind could have exposed her at any time, and the thought shouldn’t be so erotic but Tiana’s already breathing a little heavier, suddenly warm beneath her own dress.
Ariel bends a little lower, one hand holding her skirt around her waist and the other gripping the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs, and Tiana can see how flushed and wet she is, can see Tiana’s not the only one excited for this.
“Good,” she purrs, and she watches a shiver chase over Ariel’s body. “Are you ready?”
Ariel looks back over her shoulder, expression hungry, red hair tumbling about her face. “Yes,” she whispers, and the word is so needy that Tiana feels her fingers flex instinctively around the handle of the spatula.
She raises her arm, and Ariel’s eyes flare wide before she drops her head and braces herself.
The flat end of the spatula makes the most incredible sound when it connects with the bare skin of Ariel’s ass.
She cries out, back arching, hips pushing back, and Tiana hits her again and again. Careful to keep the blows light, just enough for a sudden sting, just enough that the skin starts to turn pink, and Ariel gasps for each smack. Writhing for them, rocking back on her heels to push into the sharp contact, and Tiana feels herself sweating for the sight.
Of all Ariel’s more creative uses for kitchen utensils, this is her favourite by far.
