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salmon_pinkTitle: Alight
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Darcy/Gwen
Rating: R
Words: 250
Notes: Public sex. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100, prompt "transport".
It’s late at night and the train’s deserted. They’ve still got twenty minutes before their stop, and the artificial lighting in the carriage and the darkness of the tunnels is making Darcy sleepy. She leans her head on Gwen’s shoulder, listening to the rhythmic thump-thump-clang as they move through the night.
Tomorrow promises to be a long day. Gwen’s technically Darcy’s intern, but she spends most of her time knee-deep in algorithms with Jane and Erik while Darcy plays Candy Crush Saga. But they have to be up early, which sucks. Still, she has a good idea what will keep her awake.
“Darcy,” Gwen hisses warningly when a hand begins to slide up her thigh.
“Relax,” Darcy murmurs, fingers teasing under the hem of Gwen’s skirt. “The train’s empty, it’s fine.”
Gwen opens her mouth to complain, but the words never come. Instead she sinks lower in her seat, looking at Darcy like she’s being ridiculous. Doesn’t stop her from spreading her legs though, or from gasping when Darcy strokes her through the fabric of her panties.
“Take them off,” Darcy whispers, and Gwen blinks at her slowly, clearly distracted by Darcy’s fingers. “C’mon, give me your underwear.”
Gwen looks scandalised for half a second, but then her eyes are narrowing, sparkling with that mischievous look Darcy loves so much. Gwen bites her lip, looking furtively down the carriage, and then she’s lifting her hips, sliding her panties down her legs.
No way Darcy’ll be falling asleep any time soon.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Darcy/Gwen
Rating: R
Words: 250
Notes: Public sex. For
femslash100, prompt "transport".It’s late at night and the train’s deserted. They’ve still got twenty minutes before their stop, and the artificial lighting in the carriage and the darkness of the tunnels is making Darcy sleepy. She leans her head on Gwen’s shoulder, listening to the rhythmic thump-thump-clang as they move through the night.
Tomorrow promises to be a long day. Gwen’s technically Darcy’s intern, but she spends most of her time knee-deep in algorithms with Jane and Erik while Darcy plays Candy Crush Saga. But they have to be up early, which sucks. Still, she has a good idea what will keep her awake.
“Darcy,” Gwen hisses warningly when a hand begins to slide up her thigh.
“Relax,” Darcy murmurs, fingers teasing under the hem of Gwen’s skirt. “The train’s empty, it’s fine.”
Gwen opens her mouth to complain, but the words never come. Instead she sinks lower in her seat, looking at Darcy like she’s being ridiculous. Doesn’t stop her from spreading her legs though, or from gasping when Darcy strokes her through the fabric of her panties.
“Take them off,” Darcy whispers, and Gwen blinks at her slowly, clearly distracted by Darcy’s fingers. “C’mon, give me your underwear.”
Gwen looks scandalised for half a second, but then her eyes are narrowing, sparkling with that mischievous look Darcy loves so much. Gwen bites her lip, looking furtively down the carriage, and then she’s lifting her hips, sliding her panties down her legs.
No way Darcy’ll be falling asleep any time soon.
