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salmon_pinkTitle: Purple On White
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Snow/Cinderella
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
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femslash100's Astrology Challenge, prompt "Virgo".
Snow giggles, her hand around Ella’s wrist, pulling her through the halls. She’s breathless by the time she finds a shadowed alcove, dragging Ella in beside her, feeling warm huffs of laughter against her bare shoulder.
When their lips meet in a hurried kiss, they are both smiling.
Ella is truly an inspiration, although she may modestly avert her eyes to be told as much. Once a scullery maid, now beloved royalty, and her hands are deft and sure from years of hard work as they slide over Snow’s waist. Slipping up so skilled fingers can curl over the top of Snow’s purple bodice, yanking the material down to expose the pale swell of Snow’s breasts, and she laughs delightedly as Ella cups and caresses and squeezes just right, her mouth pressed to Snow’s ear.
Their full-length gowns are a little unwieldy in moments like these, but Snow has plenty of practice, and she soon has the flowing white fabric gathered at Ella’s waist. Ella groans so beautifully for her when Snow’s hand slips beneath her undergarments, finding her wet and flushed with heat, so soft inside when Snow presses in with two fingers.
They may be hidden, but the sounds of the celebration in the castle courtyard still reach them, music and cheering. The fireworks light the dim hall in flashes of colour that play across Ella’s skin as she tilts her head back, hips working, rocking into the thrust of Snow’s hand, enjoying a stolen moment between princesses.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Snow/Cinderella
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Astrology Challenge, prompt "Virgo".Snow giggles, her hand around Ella’s wrist, pulling her through the halls. She’s breathless by the time she finds a shadowed alcove, dragging Ella in beside her, feeling warm huffs of laughter against her bare shoulder.
When their lips meet in a hurried kiss, they are both smiling.
Ella is truly an inspiration, although she may modestly avert her eyes to be told as much. Once a scullery maid, now beloved royalty, and her hands are deft and sure from years of hard work as they slide over Snow’s waist. Slipping up so skilled fingers can curl over the top of Snow’s purple bodice, yanking the material down to expose the pale swell of Snow’s breasts, and she laughs delightedly as Ella cups and caresses and squeezes just right, her mouth pressed to Snow’s ear.
Their full-length gowns are a little unwieldy in moments like these, but Snow has plenty of practice, and she soon has the flowing white fabric gathered at Ella’s waist. Ella groans so beautifully for her when Snow’s hand slips beneath her undergarments, finding her wet and flushed with heat, so soft inside when Snow presses in with two fingers.
They may be hidden, but the sounds of the celebration in the castle courtyard still reach them, music and cheering. The fireworks light the dim hall in flashes of colour that play across Ella’s skin as she tilts her head back, hips working, rocking into the thrust of Snow’s hand, enjoying a stolen moment between princesses.
