(Disney) Kitty-Cornered
June 7th, 2014 00:52![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Kitty-Cornered
Fandom: Disney (Treasure Planet)
Pairing: Amelia/Sarah
Rating: R
Words: 348
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "comfort".
Amelia’s hands are everywhere, and Sarah struggles to stifle her moan as claws prick against her sides through the fabric of her clothes. Amelia’s touch is always rough, always hurried, and it never fails to make Sarah lose her mind. Crushed together in the tight space of the larder, and there may only be a few customers this late at night but that doesn’t make this any less risky.
But, God, it’s worth the risk. It’s been so long since Sarah’s been allowed this, been allowed to be reckless and crazy and young. Amelia pulls at Sarah’s skirts, a sandpaper tongue rasping over Sarah’s neck, and there’ll be a pink flush to the skin there, a mark she’ll be wearing for hours. It’ll be barely visible in the soft lighting of the Benbow’s dining room, but Sarah will know it’s there, will be able to feel it beneath the collar of her dress, throbbing with heat.
She’s always had terrible luck with relationships. She met the wrong man when she was too young to know better, and he stole so much time from her. And she doesn’t regret a second of it, because it gave her Jim, but now Jim’s away at the Academy, and Sarah’s been so lonely.
Until she found this, found the taste of Amelia’s lips and the press of their bodies. Amelia growls against her, and Sarah shivers for it, hips pushing forward and head falling back. She’s had to be strong for so long, but not with Amelia. Not with this woman who’s always so quick to take charge, who gives Sarah the opportunity to submit, to be led, and there’s a special kind of comfort in that, and a desire Sarah hadn’t been expecting. But she’s found it now, and she’ll cherish it in every one of these stolen moments, Amelia hiking Sarah’s leg up against her hip and grinning for the way Sarah gasps.
The customers can wait. BEN’ll take care of them for her, anyway. For now all Sarah cares about is surrendering to the lust in Amelia’s narrowed eyes.
Fandom: Disney (Treasure Planet)
Pairing: Amelia/Sarah
Rating: R
Words: 348
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "comfort".Amelia’s hands are everywhere, and Sarah struggles to stifle her moan as claws prick against her sides through the fabric of her clothes. Amelia’s touch is always rough, always hurried, and it never fails to make Sarah lose her mind. Crushed together in the tight space of the larder, and there may only be a few customers this late at night but that doesn’t make this any less risky.
But, God, it’s worth the risk. It’s been so long since Sarah’s been allowed this, been allowed to be reckless and crazy and young. Amelia pulls at Sarah’s skirts, a sandpaper tongue rasping over Sarah’s neck, and there’ll be a pink flush to the skin there, a mark she’ll be wearing for hours. It’ll be barely visible in the soft lighting of the Benbow’s dining room, but Sarah will know it’s there, will be able to feel it beneath the collar of her dress, throbbing with heat.
She’s always had terrible luck with relationships. She met the wrong man when she was too young to know better, and he stole so much time from her. And she doesn’t regret a second of it, because it gave her Jim, but now Jim’s away at the Academy, and Sarah’s been so lonely.
Until she found this, found the taste of Amelia’s lips and the press of their bodies. Amelia growls against her, and Sarah shivers for it, hips pushing forward and head falling back. She’s had to be strong for so long, but not with Amelia. Not with this woman who’s always so quick to take charge, who gives Sarah the opportunity to submit, to be led, and there’s a special kind of comfort in that, and a desire Sarah hadn’t been expecting. But she’s found it now, and she’ll cherish it in every one of these stolen moments, Amelia hiking Sarah’s leg up against her hip and grinning for the way Sarah gasps.
The customers can wait. BEN’ll take care of them for her, anyway. For now all Sarah cares about is surrendering to the lust in Amelia’s narrowed eyes.
