(MCU) Disrobed
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Title: Disrobed
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Frigga/Sif
Rating: R
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "bedchamber".
Frigga’s bedchambers are grand and spacious. Sif stands within the doorway to the innermost room, moonlight pouring in through the high windows, casting soft shadows across the walls.
“Good evening, Lady Sif,” Frigga greets her, voice soft and pleasant, but there’s a leisurely hunger to her smile. For she knows what comes next, and Sif wills herself not to shiver for the way that gaze rakes over her in anticipation.
Sif reaches for the laces of her dress. She has learned to forego undergarments on these nights, and the fabric brushes over her skin as it slides down her body, settling at her feet.
She stands before her Queen, bare and exposed, and no matter how many times she may have stood in the same spot in the same way, she still always feels beautiful and dizzy and breathless. Hands scratching lightly where they rest against the skin of her thighs, stomach muscles pulled tense, nipples pebbling to hardness, and heat and moisture gathering between her legs.
Frigga nods in approval, and Sif walks towards her, slow enough that Frigga may enjoy every step. Never has a room seemed so large and endless as Frigga’s bedchambers do in those moments, and Sif feels as if her feet may not touch the ground. Each step closer sees the weight of the day and her responsibilities lifting, until she can kneel at her Queen’s feet not as a warrior but simply as a woman, quivering with lust, made for her Queen’s enjoyment.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Frigga/Sif
Rating: R
Words: 250
Notes: For
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Frigga’s bedchambers are grand and spacious. Sif stands within the doorway to the innermost room, moonlight pouring in through the high windows, casting soft shadows across the walls.
“Good evening, Lady Sif,” Frigga greets her, voice soft and pleasant, but there’s a leisurely hunger to her smile. For she knows what comes next, and Sif wills herself not to shiver for the way that gaze rakes over her in anticipation.
Sif reaches for the laces of her dress. She has learned to forego undergarments on these nights, and the fabric brushes over her skin as it slides down her body, settling at her feet.
She stands before her Queen, bare and exposed, and no matter how many times she may have stood in the same spot in the same way, she still always feels beautiful and dizzy and breathless. Hands scratching lightly where they rest against the skin of her thighs, stomach muscles pulled tense, nipples pebbling to hardness, and heat and moisture gathering between her legs.
Frigga nods in approval, and Sif walks towards her, slow enough that Frigga may enjoy every step. Never has a room seemed so large and endless as Frigga’s bedchambers do in those moments, and Sif feels as if her feet may not touch the ground. Each step closer sees the weight of the day and her responsibilities lifting, until she can kneel at her Queen’s feet not as a warrior but simply as a woman, quivering with lust, made for her Queen’s enjoyment.