(MCU) Eloquently
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salmon_pinkTitle: Eloquently
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Jane
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
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femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "point".
Jane’s fingernails rake down Sif’s chest, and if she were a mortal like Jane is then she’s quite sure there would be a string of lovely pink lines along the skin. Jane’s palms settle over her breasts, cupping her with firm and sure hands, pinching hard at her nipples, and Sif arches up into the touch with a hungry sound.
Jane straddles Sif’s stomach, stretched wide and on display, beautiful and glowing in the soft light. Sif’s hand moves between her legs, and Jane’s hips roll insistently, fucking down on to Sif’s fingers, taking them deeper into that tempting heat. She cries out when Sif’s fingers curl within her, head thrown back, whole body drawn taut as the string of a bow as she comes, and Sif watches with hooded eyes and parted lips, tasting Jane’s sex in the air.
When Jane looks down at her again, there is the most wonderful edge of mischief to her smile, and she wriggles her hips a little, crooning for the way Sif’s fingers are still inside of her.
“I told you,” she says playfully, and Sif decides she wants Jane to sound that way always, breathless and pleased. “I’m not as fragile as you think.”
Sif nods solemnly, enjoying Jane’s shudder as she slowly withdraws her hand. “You have made your point well.”
And then she’s grinning, gripping Jane’s hips and spilling her back against the sheets, and Jane laughs and spreads for her, clearly ready to make her point once again.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Jane
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "point".Jane’s fingernails rake down Sif’s chest, and if she were a mortal like Jane is then she’s quite sure there would be a string of lovely pink lines along the skin. Jane’s palms settle over her breasts, cupping her with firm and sure hands, pinching hard at her nipples, and Sif arches up into the touch with a hungry sound.
Jane straddles Sif’s stomach, stretched wide and on display, beautiful and glowing in the soft light. Sif’s hand moves between her legs, and Jane’s hips roll insistently, fucking down on to Sif’s fingers, taking them deeper into that tempting heat. She cries out when Sif’s fingers curl within her, head thrown back, whole body drawn taut as the string of a bow as she comes, and Sif watches with hooded eyes and parted lips, tasting Jane’s sex in the air.
When Jane looks down at her again, there is the most wonderful edge of mischief to her smile, and she wriggles her hips a little, crooning for the way Sif’s fingers are still inside of her.
“I told you,” she says playfully, and Sif decides she wants Jane to sound that way always, breathless and pleased. “I’m not as fragile as you think.”
Sif nods solemnly, enjoying Jane’s shudder as she slowly withdraws her hand. “You have made your point well.”
And then she’s grinning, gripping Jane’s hips and spilling her back against the sheets, and Jane laughs and spreads for her, clearly ready to make her point once again.
