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miss_prince) wrote2008-12-15 12:38 am
miss_prince) wrote2008-12-15 12:38 am
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Title: Untitled (or Why I Shouldn't Comment-box Smut)
Pairing: Lana/Iris
Rating R (and it's not even smutty-smut!)
Prompt: FEMSLASH FRIDAY IS ALMOST OVER. LET'S SEE SOME HOT, SMUTTY FEMSLASH PEOPLE. ANY PAIRING. ANY KINK. BUT LET'S GET SOME LADY LOVE. (This one got a really pretty art fill, too.)
Lana could feel something prickling in the back of her mind; that subtle sensation of someone's attention focused fully on her, and it gently tugged her upwards into consciousness. She opened her eyes to the darkness of her bedroom, the steady whir of the fan reassuring in the background. She turned her head slightly to view the other occupant of her bed.
Iris gazed at her with big, dark eyes, just looking. Her lips twitched upward in an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," she murmured, words as subdued as the sigh of the wind. "Did I wake you?"
Lana made a noise that was neither positive nor negative and rolled onto her side, reaching out to pull Iris close. Iris's breath hitched slightly as they settled together; Lana could feel every curve through the thin nightgown, the heat of her skin -- the way her nipples stiffened, and her body refused to relax. Lana felt instantly guilty; she had stumbled into bed after a long day and shut down the moment her head hit the pillow. Of course Iris could see how tired she had been, and she'd never been one to ask anyway...
But Lana could remedy things, with the beautiful young woman pressed against her, heartbeat fluttering. Lana kissed her lazily, sleep still clouding her thoughts. Hands slipped beneath the nightgown, cool against flushed skin, stroking the soft expanse of her stomach, brushing lightly just beneath small, shapely breasts.
Iris sighed, the sound mingling with the whir of the fan, uncertain whether it had ever been there at all. She caressed Lana's cheek with slim, elegant fingers. "You don't have to..."
"I do," Lana replied, voice thick with sleep, gruff, not so ethereal as Iris's.
But there were no more words after that. Nightgowns slipped from slim bodies, lips joined and parted in slow, lingering kisses, bodies pressed together at full length, rejoicing in the feeling of skin on skin. Quiet motion, easy shifting against one another, legs tangled together, hands roaming slow and deliberate across sturdy shoulders, combing through long, soft hair, tickling and squeezing lightly at firm breasts, fitting them gently beneath a palm. Lips to lips, to jaw, to neck, to collarbone, rising again to move across the shell of an ear and send sweet tremors through one -- both -- of them.
Their pleasure rose slowly, achingly slowly, and they pressed together again... again... closer... more... Light gasps in the darkness, arms circling to hold each other closer, closer... and they rose together, bright and burning, into bliss.
Slowly, as with everything, they returned to themselves. Lana disentangled herself, drew Iris close again in a more comfortable position. "Alright?"
Iris settled against her shoulder. "Thank you," and breath ghosted across Lana's skin. Lana leaned up to press a kiss to Iris's forehead in response. Then she settled back, Iris nuzzling into the crook of her neck, and they drifted off together, content.
Pairing: Lana/Iris
Rating R (and it's not even smutty-smut!)
Prompt: FEMSLASH FRIDAY IS ALMOST OVER. LET'S SEE SOME HOT, SMUTTY FEMSLASH PEOPLE. ANY PAIRING. ANY KINK. BUT LET'S GET SOME LADY LOVE. (This one got a really pretty art fill, too.)
Lana could feel something prickling in the back of her mind; that subtle sensation of someone's attention focused fully on her, and it gently tugged her upwards into consciousness. She opened her eyes to the darkness of her bedroom, the steady whir of the fan reassuring in the background. She turned her head slightly to view the other occupant of her bed.
Iris gazed at her with big, dark eyes, just looking. Her lips twitched upward in an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," she murmured, words as subdued as the sigh of the wind. "Did I wake you?"
Lana made a noise that was neither positive nor negative and rolled onto her side, reaching out to pull Iris close. Iris's breath hitched slightly as they settled together; Lana could feel every curve through the thin nightgown, the heat of her skin -- the way her nipples stiffened, and her body refused to relax. Lana felt instantly guilty; she had stumbled into bed after a long day and shut down the moment her head hit the pillow. Of course Iris could see how tired she had been, and she'd never been one to ask anyway...
But Lana could remedy things, with the beautiful young woman pressed against her, heartbeat fluttering. Lana kissed her lazily, sleep still clouding her thoughts. Hands slipped beneath the nightgown, cool against flushed skin, stroking the soft expanse of her stomach, brushing lightly just beneath small, shapely breasts.
Iris sighed, the sound mingling with the whir of the fan, uncertain whether it had ever been there at all. She caressed Lana's cheek with slim, elegant fingers. "You don't have to..."
"I do," Lana replied, voice thick with sleep, gruff, not so ethereal as Iris's.
But there were no more words after that. Nightgowns slipped from slim bodies, lips joined and parted in slow, lingering kisses, bodies pressed together at full length, rejoicing in the feeling of skin on skin. Quiet motion, easy shifting against one another, legs tangled together, hands roaming slow and deliberate across sturdy shoulders, combing through long, soft hair, tickling and squeezing lightly at firm breasts, fitting them gently beneath a palm. Lips to lips, to jaw, to neck, to collarbone, rising again to move across the shell of an ear and send sweet tremors through one -- both -- of them.
Their pleasure rose slowly, achingly slowly, and they pressed together again... again... closer... more... Light gasps in the darkness, arms circling to hold each other closer, closer... and they rose together, bright and burning, into bliss.
Slowly, as with everything, they returned to themselves. Lana disentangled herself, drew Iris close again in a more comfortable position. "Alright?"
Iris settled against her shoulder. "Thank you," and breath ghosted across Lana's skin. Lana leaned up to press a kiss to Iris's forehead in response. Then she settled back, Iris nuzzling into the crook of her neck, and they drifted off together, content.