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salmon_pinkTitle: Enthral
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Sif/Lorelei
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Timeline: Season One, "Yes Men"
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100, prompt "close".
Lorelei smiles as her, slow and knowing, and Sif resents the way it makes her breath catch. Lorelei’s voice and touch do not hold the same power over Sif that they do men. Yet both have a different power, something far more dangerous.
Men become mindless drones in Lorelei’s wake, ensnared and enslaved. Sif, however, keeps her mind and her senses. There is no excuse for the way Lorelei’s presence rattles her, no magic behind the hold Lorelei has over her.
“We could leave together,” Lorelei promises her and, oh, she is so devious. Stepping into Sif’s space, the heat of her body mesmerizing. “The two of us, we could hide where even the All-Father can’t find us.” Her fingers brush the back of Sif’s hand, light as feathers. “We were close once, you and I.”
The memories come back, no matter how Sif tries to push them away. Lorelei’s touch, the taste of her skin, the warmth of her beneath Sif’s body. Long days and longer nights, before the betrayal and the anger.
“I have a duty,” Sif says, and her voice is firm and sure, although her heart is unsteady.
Lorelei nods as though she expected nothing less, and if there is a sadness in her eyes, Sif cannot indulge it, cannot trust it. Too many lies, too much history between them, and Sif steels herself for the fight she knows is coming, Lorelei’s collar at her hip, feeling as though it is burning her through her armour.
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Sif/Lorelei
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Timeline: Season One, "Yes Men"
Notes: For
femslash100, prompt "close".Lorelei smiles as her, slow and knowing, and Sif resents the way it makes her breath catch. Lorelei’s voice and touch do not hold the same power over Sif that they do men. Yet both have a different power, something far more dangerous.
Men become mindless drones in Lorelei’s wake, ensnared and enslaved. Sif, however, keeps her mind and her senses. There is no excuse for the way Lorelei’s presence rattles her, no magic behind the hold Lorelei has over her.
“We could leave together,” Lorelei promises her and, oh, she is so devious. Stepping into Sif’s space, the heat of her body mesmerizing. “The two of us, we could hide where even the All-Father can’t find us.” Her fingers brush the back of Sif’s hand, light as feathers. “We were close once, you and I.”
The memories come back, no matter how Sif tries to push them away. Lorelei’s touch, the taste of her skin, the warmth of her beneath Sif’s body. Long days and longer nights, before the betrayal and the anger.
“I have a duty,” Sif says, and her voice is firm and sure, although her heart is unsteady.
Lorelei nods as though she expected nothing less, and if there is a sadness in her eyes, Sif cannot indulge it, cannot trust it. Too many lies, too much history between them, and Sif steels herself for the fight she knows is coming, Lorelei’s collar at her hip, feeling as though it is burning her through her armour.
