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salmon_pinkTitle: Heat Sparks
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Larxene/Jasmine
Rating: NC-17
Words: 486
Timeline: Pre-Re:Chain Of Memories
Notes: Dirty talk. Electricity kink. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fan_flashworks, prompt "entertaining".
Summary: Larxene makes her own entertainment.
All these worlds to plunder. Not that Larxene gives a fuck about the Heartless. Leave that to Marluxia, with his schemes. They’re fun plans, and she likes the gleam in his eyes when he’s plotting against the Organisation, she likes the idea of having a Keyblade master of their very own, a Sora puppet to play with. But she doesn’t care about Kingdom Hearts, doesn’t care about getting her own heart.
Hearts are more trouble than they’re worth.
But the Princesses Of Heart? Now that’s another story.
She can almost smell it on them, all that purity of strength. Doesn’t mean they’re naïve little saplings, though, and she likes that hunger inside of them, that quest for adventure.
It makes it real easy to get close. What sweet rebellious little thing could resist Larxene, and everything she has to offer?
Like Jasmine, and oooh, she might just be Larxene’s favourite so far. Pressed back against a sandstone wall in some crummy back-alley that’s hardly worthy of royalty, letting Larxene’s mouth drag against her bare shoulder. Agrabah is hot and miserable, afternoon sun pouring down on the leather of Larxene’s coat, but that’s nothing compared to how scorching Jasmine’s skin is. She’s like a fever dream, strong fingers at Larxene’s waist, back arching into the weight of her body.
“Wanna get naked for me, princess?” she grins against Jasmine’s throat. “Wanna show me how wet you are for me?” Pulling back just in time to catch the flutter of Jasmine’s eyelashes, the way her lips are parted and bitten. So damn pretty, and Larxene likes a girl who appreciates a little dirty talk.
Makes her wonder what else Jasmine might appreciate.
She slides her fingers across Jasmine’s stomach, all that skin just asking to be sucked, licked, nibbled and scratched. Lets her power crackle down her arm, just a faint tingle of a shock, and Jasmine groans and pushes into it, looking dazed and overwhelmed and good enough to eat.
Larxene isn’t waiting any longer.
Tearing at the waistband of those flowing pants, getting her hand inside, and it’s even hotter between Jasmine’s legs, slick and ready for her. Jasmine rocks her hips into it, eyes shut and moaning so lovely, and Larxene bares her teeth in a wicked smile and lets her fingers spark and shimmer. Fingertips pressed right to Jasmine’s clit, and her cry is so fucking sweet, sweating and twisting for more.
Larxene laughs and gives it to her.
Buzz of electricity, stimulating all that sensitive flesh. Feeling Jasmine pulse under her fingers, writhing between the wall and Larxene’s body, and Larxene can taste lust in the air, hissing for the way Jasmine begs for it with every buck of her hips.
She’s a Nobody, without a heart. But that doesn’t mean Larxene can’t keep herself entertained, and it doesn’t get much better than this, lightning at her fingertips and sex on her tongue.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Larxene/Jasmine
Rating: NC-17
Words: 486
Timeline: Pre-Re:Chain Of Memories
Notes: Dirty talk. Electricity kink. For
fan_flashworks, prompt "entertaining".Summary: Larxene makes her own entertainment.
All these worlds to plunder. Not that Larxene gives a fuck about the Heartless. Leave that to Marluxia, with his schemes. They’re fun plans, and she likes the gleam in his eyes when he’s plotting against the Organisation, she likes the idea of having a Keyblade master of their very own, a Sora puppet to play with. But she doesn’t care about Kingdom Hearts, doesn’t care about getting her own heart.
Hearts are more trouble than they’re worth.
But the Princesses Of Heart? Now that’s another story.
She can almost smell it on them, all that purity of strength. Doesn’t mean they’re naïve little saplings, though, and she likes that hunger inside of them, that quest for adventure.
It makes it real easy to get close. What sweet rebellious little thing could resist Larxene, and everything she has to offer?
Like Jasmine, and oooh, she might just be Larxene’s favourite so far. Pressed back against a sandstone wall in some crummy back-alley that’s hardly worthy of royalty, letting Larxene’s mouth drag against her bare shoulder. Agrabah is hot and miserable, afternoon sun pouring down on the leather of Larxene’s coat, but that’s nothing compared to how scorching Jasmine’s skin is. She’s like a fever dream, strong fingers at Larxene’s waist, back arching into the weight of her body.
“Wanna get naked for me, princess?” she grins against Jasmine’s throat. “Wanna show me how wet you are for me?” Pulling back just in time to catch the flutter of Jasmine’s eyelashes, the way her lips are parted and bitten. So damn pretty, and Larxene likes a girl who appreciates a little dirty talk.
Makes her wonder what else Jasmine might appreciate.
She slides her fingers across Jasmine’s stomach, all that skin just asking to be sucked, licked, nibbled and scratched. Lets her power crackle down her arm, just a faint tingle of a shock, and Jasmine groans and pushes into it, looking dazed and overwhelmed and good enough to eat.
Larxene isn’t waiting any longer.
Tearing at the waistband of those flowing pants, getting her hand inside, and it’s even hotter between Jasmine’s legs, slick and ready for her. Jasmine rocks her hips into it, eyes shut and moaning so lovely, and Larxene bares her teeth in a wicked smile and lets her fingers spark and shimmer. Fingertips pressed right to Jasmine’s clit, and her cry is so fucking sweet, sweating and twisting for more.
Larxene laughs and gives it to her.
Buzz of electricity, stimulating all that sensitive flesh. Feeling Jasmine pulse under her fingers, writhing between the wall and Larxene’s body, and Larxene can taste lust in the air, hissing for the way Jasmine begs for it with every buck of her hips.
She’s a Nobody, without a heart. But that doesn’t mean Larxene can’t keep herself entertained, and it doesn’t get much better than this, lightning at her fingertips and sex on her tongue.
