Dream a Little Dream
Title: Dream a Little Dream
Length: about 750 words
Rating: M for sexual situations.
Summary: A shameless little FWP. Alice has an extremely vivid dream the morning of the Ascot's party.
Warnings: Not a warning, but "malice" abounds.
“How does that feel?”
The Queen clung on to the woman on top of her. “Oh, that feels so good.”
Alice moaned and ran her hands under the White Queen’s shoulders, anchoring herself for another deep thrust. “Ugh…”
The White Queen gasped, and dug her heels into her Champion’s back. “Yes…”
The young Champion grunted as her head fell onto her beloved’s shoulder, she stopped moving altogether, letting herself savor the sweet sensation of being inside her lover. She cried out as the white woman raked her nails over her back. Alice winched, and jerked forwards once again. “That hurts.”
“Deal with it. Don’t stop, please.”
Alice lifted and gazed down at her Queen, her eyes clouded with desire. “You feel so good around me, my Queen.” She thrust again.
The monarch’s right hand dug into the rich earth. “Please…” She wound her other arm around Alice’s neck and brought her back down again, until there was no space between them.
Alice plunged inside her lover once again, and then couldn’t stop. Her movements caused her Queen to writhe, and soon, both of them were moaning in time with the other…
…Alice shot up in bed, her eyes wide, her breathing labored. The dream, always the same dream, ever since see became a young woman. Making love to a Queen-a woman in white-as if she were a man, with all the right paraphernalia, so to speak. She wiped the sweat from her brow as the first rays of the sun broke through her window. There was a knock at her door.
Helen Kingsleigh popped her head inside Alice’s room. “Good morning, dear.”
Alice looked up. “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”
“We have a busy day, Alice. First we must go and pick up your dress, and then we have the soirée this afternoon-“
“But, I’ve told you, I don’t want to go.”
Helen frowned. “We’ve discussed this, Alice. We must go, the Ascots have been planning this for some time, now.”
Alice plopped back down onto her back and turned away from her mother. “Fine. Wake me when its time to go.”
The elder Kingsleigh sighed as she regarded her daughter. “All right, Alice. I’ll have Margaret pick up the dress and bring it here.” She closed the door.
Alice groaned and ran her hand over her sweaty brow, frustrated that it seemed she had no say on what she did or thought. Her heart yearned for a place where she could just be herself, where she could follow her own path, independent from anyone. Her eyes started to close again and a flitting contemplation passed over the periphery of her thoughts. …well, maybe, not independent from her…
Alice fell into the landscape of dreams. I’m coming…
Length: about 750 words
Rating: M for sexual situations.
Summary: A shameless little FWP. Alice has an extremely vivid dream the morning of the Ascot's party.
Warnings: Not a warning, but "malice" abounds.
“How does that feel?”
The Queen clung on to the woman on top of her. “Oh, that feels so good.”
Alice moaned and ran her hands under the White Queen’s shoulders, anchoring herself for another deep thrust. “Ugh…”
The White Queen gasped, and dug her heels into her Champion’s back. “Yes…”
The young Champion grunted as her head fell onto her beloved’s shoulder, she stopped moving altogether, letting herself savor the sweet sensation of being inside her lover. She cried out as the white woman raked her nails over her back. Alice winched, and jerked forwards once again. “That hurts.”
“Deal with it. Don’t stop, please.”
Alice lifted and gazed down at her Queen, her eyes clouded with desire. “You feel so good around me, my Queen.” She thrust again.
The monarch’s right hand dug into the rich earth. “Please…” She wound her other arm around Alice’s neck and brought her back down again, until there was no space between them.
Alice plunged inside her lover once again, and then couldn’t stop. Her movements caused her Queen to writhe, and soon, both of them were moaning in time with the other…
…Alice shot up in bed, her eyes wide, her breathing labored. The dream, always the same dream, ever since see became a young woman. Making love to a Queen-a woman in white-as if she were a man, with all the right paraphernalia, so to speak. She wiped the sweat from her brow as the first rays of the sun broke through her window. There was a knock at her door.
Helen Kingsleigh popped her head inside Alice’s room. “Good morning, dear.”
Alice looked up. “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”
“We have a busy day, Alice. First we must go and pick up your dress, and then we have the soirée this afternoon-“
“But, I’ve told you, I don’t want to go.”
Helen frowned. “We’ve discussed this, Alice. We must go, the Ascots have been planning this for some time, now.”
Alice plopped back down onto her back and turned away from her mother. “Fine. Wake me when its time to go.”
The elder Kingsleigh sighed as she regarded her daughter. “All right, Alice. I’ll have Margaret pick up the dress and bring it here.” She closed the door.
Alice groaned and ran her hand over her sweaty brow, frustrated that it seemed she had no say on what she did or thought. Her heart yearned for a place where she could just be herself, where she could follow her own path, independent from anyone. Her eyes started to close again and a flitting contemplation passed over the periphery of her thoughts. …well, maybe, not independent from her…
Alice fell into the landscape of dreams. I’m coming…