Two Femslash Ficlets
So, now that the DCU Femslash Porn Battle is closed, I thought I should post my entries here as well. All two of them.
Title: Better With Chocolate
Author:
bastet_in_april
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Cass/Steph
Word Count: 668
Summary: Cass and Steph share a chocolate bar.
Notes: Written for
shananagin's DCU Femslash Porn Battle. Prompt: chocolate.
“Want some?” Steph asked, setting down the dog-eared paperback she was holding in favor of a foil-covered chocolate bar she had set to one side earlier. “I’ll break a piece off for you,” she offered to Cass. Cass nodded in assent.
Steph pouted a bit in disappointment when she unwrapped the candy bar. It wasn’t so much a bar anymore, as a vaguely rectangular gooey mess. Sitting in the full afternoon sun that stretched across the balcony where Steph and Cass had been engrossed in taking turns reading aloud from a novel, the chocolate had melted. “Damn,” Steph muttered, trying to extricate the chocolate from its wrapper at least somewhat intact, but only managing to get it to cling to her fingers messily. “Can’t exactly offer you a piece when it’s all melted like this,” she muttered in disappointment to Cass. She was getting ready to go back inside to wash off her hand and see if there were any cookies or something else she and Cass could share when Cass reached out and caught her wrist.
“You can,” Cass said and raised Steph’s hand to her mouth. Her pink tongue darted out to draw Steph’s fingers into her mouth one by one sucking on them until all the chocolate was gone. Steph face was flushed and her breath was coming quickly by the time Cass finally released her hand.
Cass picked up the melted chocolate bar, tearing off a bit of foil, the melted chocolate sticking to it. She licked the chocolate off it, her gaze never leaving Steph’s face, daring Steph with her brown eyes. Steph grinned, her eyes still fixed on Cass’ mouth, and leaned forward to kiss her, chasing the taste of the chocolate on Cass’ tongue.
Cass tugged at Stephanie’s tank top, but Steph pulled away only reluctantly, for long enough to pull the shirt up over her head. Her own hands slipped up Cass’ back and traced the line of Cass’ spine. Finally Cass managed to extricate Steph from the shirt, stopping to take in the sight of Stephanie, her breasts rising and falling as she panted, a flush rising on her skin. Absentmindedly, Cass discarded her own shirt and bra, before fastening on Steph’s collarbone, kissing across the line of it, making Steph gasp.
Steph groped for the chocolate, dragging her fingers through the melted candy. When she grinned, Cass’ breath caught in her throat. Steph cupped Cass’ breasts, her fingers tracing out chocolate smudges across the surface of Cass’ skin. She tweaked Cass’ nipples and then leaned down to clean up the mess she has made, her tongue tracing wet, warm patterns across Cass’ breasts, maddeningly slowly and thoroughly. Cass gasps and whimpers in the back of her throat when Steph’s mouth fastens on a nipple, sucking at it. Steph’s hands have found their way down to Cass’ stomach, the skin jumping under Steph’s touch as Cass pants.
Cass tugged Steph’s head up to kiss the blonde breathless, her fingers undoing the buttons of Steph’s jeans and tugging them down over Steph’s hips. Steph kicked herself free of them, and returned the favor, slipping Cass’ denim shorts off, both of them leaving their flip-flops discarded on the floor. Cass’ hands rested on Steph’s hips, pulling her back down onto the ground, their limbs tangled together. Cass hands slipped into Steph’s red panties, her fingers stroking and rubbing, and finally easing inside her. Steph squeaked and bit down on her own lip before fastening her mouth on Cass’ instead. Cass traced the contours of the inside of Steph’s mouth as her fingers pump slickly in and out of Steph. Cass’ other hand found Stephanie’s clit, stroking. Stephanie’s gasp and her moan were swallowed by their kiss, vibrating in Cass’ own mouth as she came.
Cass and Steph lay prone on the ground, in a tangled heap, struggling to catch their breath. Steph kissed the corner of Cass’ mouth tenderly. “Missed a spot,” she explained.
Cass grinned wickedly. “There’s still chocolate left.”
Title: Seasonal Depression
Author:
bastet_in_april
Rating: R
Characters: Harley/Ivy
Word Count: 719
Summary: Harley is determined to cheer Ivy up.
Notes: Written for
shananagin's DCU Femslash Porn Battle. Prompts: winter, cheer up.
Harley curls her feet up under her body, feeling the cold in the tips of her toes. Her cartoons are about to come on, so she doesn’t want to get up to try to find her bunny slippers. She’s not sure where she put them and hopes that her babies haven’t chewed them up again.
Ivy is in the greenhouse attached to the little house they’re occupying. Ivy’s been quieter lately, withdrawn. Whenever Harley tries to get her to cheer up, Ivy brushes her off, telling Harley that she doesn’t need cheering up.
Harley pouted to herself, watching the animated mouse on the television screen squish a cat with a piano. Everyone needed cheering up! She wondered if it was the time of year; if Ivy was upset that the first Christmas tree lot of the year had just opened and that the stores had started selling potted poinsettias. Harley wondered what happened to the potted holiday flowers after Christmas. Something must happen to them because Harley had never seen a poinsettia in June.
Harley was actually starting to get a bit down in the dumps herself. The sky outside was blankly pale gray, the leafless limbs of trees were dark grey, and the rain sheeted down the window in colorless streaks. The winter didn’t even have the decency to give Gotham a little snow.
The cartoons weren’t doing their job to cheer Harley up. She snapped off the television with the (slightly chewed) remote and got up. All of this thinking about Christmas trees had given Harley an idea.
The boxes of Christmas stuff took a bit of effort to find- why had the house’s previous occupants put them behind the cleaning supplies instead of with the Halloween stuff? Soon Harley had dragged them into the living room and was rummaging through the box that smelled vaguely like pine needles. No tree, but there were plenty of things for Harley to hang around the room. The bright colors would cheer anyone up, even Ivy, she was certain.
Brightly colored streamers went up around the edges of the room, dangling from the ceiling or the top of a window or doorway. Harley perched precariously on a chair to hang glass balls from the light fixtures or curtain rods. She was just pulling out stockings when she found something that looked like a couple of leaves. Harley yanked it free of the other holiday miscellanea and examined it.
It was cloth, not actual vegetation. A little sprig of fabric leaves on a wire twig with a cluster of fake white berries. Harley grinned. She’d known that Christmas decorations would cheer her up! She bounced off to find Ivy, cheerful disposition regained.
Ivy was in the greenhouse, bent over something that looked like a cross between a rose, a philodendron, and a venus flytrap. “Mistletoe!” Harley called triumphantly, holding the Christmas decoration over her own head while she pounced.
Ivy hardly managed to turn before she tumbled to ground, tangled up with Harley, who was still holding that fake plant in the air over their heads. “You’re supposed to kiss me!” Harley explains helpfully as Ivy stares up at her, and then shrugs and does it herself. She can taste the lacquer of Ivy’s lipstick as she kisses her hard, tangling her fingers through Ivy’s thick red hair. After a moment, Ivy is kissing back and her hands are on Harley’s hips tugging her closer. “I’ll do better than just that,” Ivy says against Harley’s skin and tugs the blonde’s shirt over her head. Their clothes end up getting flung haphazardly around the greenhouse. Harley's pants wind up draped across the philodendron/rose/flytrap thingy and she’d swear the plant is chewing on them. Ivy’s mouth on her breast distracts her, and she runs her hands down Ivy’s back, nails tracing paths across Ivy’s green skin. Finally, Harley squirms away from Ivy’s mouth, head dipping down between Ivy’s thighs, drawing appreciative shudders from the redhead.
Afterwards, they lay huddled together on the gritty floor of the greenhouse. Harley twirls the artificial mistletoe between her fingers, grinning up at the glass ceiling, still dewy with raindrops. Ivy is curled up against her side, looking relaxed and satisfyingly disheveled, her jewel-green eyes following Harley’s movements. “See,” Harley announces, “I knew I could cheer you up!”
Title: Better With Chocolate
Author:
bastet_in_april
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Cass/Steph
Word Count: 668
Summary: Cass and Steph share a chocolate bar.
Notes: Written for
shananagin's DCU Femslash Porn Battle. Prompt: chocolate.
“Want some?” Steph asked, setting down the dog-eared paperback she was holding in favor of a foil-covered chocolate bar she had set to one side earlier. “I’ll break a piece off for you,” she offered to Cass. Cass nodded in assent.
Steph pouted a bit in disappointment when she unwrapped the candy bar. It wasn’t so much a bar anymore, as a vaguely rectangular gooey mess. Sitting in the full afternoon sun that stretched across the balcony where Steph and Cass had been engrossed in taking turns reading aloud from a novel, the chocolate had melted. “Damn,” Steph muttered, trying to extricate the chocolate from its wrapper at least somewhat intact, but only managing to get it to cling to her fingers messily. “Can’t exactly offer you a piece when it’s all melted like this,” she muttered in disappointment to Cass. She was getting ready to go back inside to wash off her hand and see if there were any cookies or something else she and Cass could share when Cass reached out and caught her wrist.
“You can,” Cass said and raised Steph’s hand to her mouth. Her pink tongue darted out to draw Steph’s fingers into her mouth one by one sucking on them until all the chocolate was gone. Steph face was flushed and her breath was coming quickly by the time Cass finally released her hand.
Cass picked up the melted chocolate bar, tearing off a bit of foil, the melted chocolate sticking to it. She licked the chocolate off it, her gaze never leaving Steph’s face, daring Steph with her brown eyes. Steph grinned, her eyes still fixed on Cass’ mouth, and leaned forward to kiss her, chasing the taste of the chocolate on Cass’ tongue.
Cass tugged at Stephanie’s tank top, but Steph pulled away only reluctantly, for long enough to pull the shirt up over her head. Her own hands slipped up Cass’ back and traced the line of Cass’ spine. Finally Cass managed to extricate Steph from the shirt, stopping to take in the sight of Stephanie, her breasts rising and falling as she panted, a flush rising on her skin. Absentmindedly, Cass discarded her own shirt and bra, before fastening on Steph’s collarbone, kissing across the line of it, making Steph gasp.
Steph groped for the chocolate, dragging her fingers through the melted candy. When she grinned, Cass’ breath caught in her throat. Steph cupped Cass’ breasts, her fingers tracing out chocolate smudges across the surface of Cass’ skin. She tweaked Cass’ nipples and then leaned down to clean up the mess she has made, her tongue tracing wet, warm patterns across Cass’ breasts, maddeningly slowly and thoroughly. Cass gasps and whimpers in the back of her throat when Steph’s mouth fastens on a nipple, sucking at it. Steph’s hands have found their way down to Cass’ stomach, the skin jumping under Steph’s touch as Cass pants.
Cass tugged Steph’s head up to kiss the blonde breathless, her fingers undoing the buttons of Steph’s jeans and tugging them down over Steph’s hips. Steph kicked herself free of them, and returned the favor, slipping Cass’ denim shorts off, both of them leaving their flip-flops discarded on the floor. Cass’ hands rested on Steph’s hips, pulling her back down onto the ground, their limbs tangled together. Cass hands slipped into Steph’s red panties, her fingers stroking and rubbing, and finally easing inside her. Steph squeaked and bit down on her own lip before fastening her mouth on Cass’ instead. Cass traced the contours of the inside of Steph’s mouth as her fingers pump slickly in and out of Steph. Cass’ other hand found Stephanie’s clit, stroking. Stephanie’s gasp and her moan were swallowed by their kiss, vibrating in Cass’ own mouth as she came.
Cass and Steph lay prone on the ground, in a tangled heap, struggling to catch their breath. Steph kissed the corner of Cass’ mouth tenderly. “Missed a spot,” she explained.
Cass grinned wickedly. “There’s still chocolate left.”
Title: Seasonal Depression
Author:
bastet_in_april
Rating: R
Characters: Harley/Ivy
Word Count: 719
Summary: Harley is determined to cheer Ivy up.
Notes: Written for
shananagin's DCU Femslash Porn Battle. Prompts: winter, cheer up.
Harley curls her feet up under her body, feeling the cold in the tips of her toes. Her cartoons are about to come on, so she doesn’t want to get up to try to find her bunny slippers. She’s not sure where she put them and hopes that her babies haven’t chewed them up again.
Ivy is in the greenhouse attached to the little house they’re occupying. Ivy’s been quieter lately, withdrawn. Whenever Harley tries to get her to cheer up, Ivy brushes her off, telling Harley that she doesn’t need cheering up.
Harley pouted to herself, watching the animated mouse on the television screen squish a cat with a piano. Everyone needed cheering up! She wondered if it was the time of year; if Ivy was upset that the first Christmas tree lot of the year had just opened and that the stores had started selling potted poinsettias. Harley wondered what happened to the potted holiday flowers after Christmas. Something must happen to them because Harley had never seen a poinsettia in June.
Harley was actually starting to get a bit down in the dumps herself. The sky outside was blankly pale gray, the leafless limbs of trees were dark grey, and the rain sheeted down the window in colorless streaks. The winter didn’t even have the decency to give Gotham a little snow.
The cartoons weren’t doing their job to cheer Harley up. She snapped off the television with the (slightly chewed) remote and got up. All of this thinking about Christmas trees had given Harley an idea.
The boxes of Christmas stuff took a bit of effort to find- why had the house’s previous occupants put them behind the cleaning supplies instead of with the Halloween stuff? Soon Harley had dragged them into the living room and was rummaging through the box that smelled vaguely like pine needles. No tree, but there were plenty of things for Harley to hang around the room. The bright colors would cheer anyone up, even Ivy, she was certain.
Brightly colored streamers went up around the edges of the room, dangling from the ceiling or the top of a window or doorway. Harley perched precariously on a chair to hang glass balls from the light fixtures or curtain rods. She was just pulling out stockings when she found something that looked like a couple of leaves. Harley yanked it free of the other holiday miscellanea and examined it.
It was cloth, not actual vegetation. A little sprig of fabric leaves on a wire twig with a cluster of fake white berries. Harley grinned. She’d known that Christmas decorations would cheer her up! She bounced off to find Ivy, cheerful disposition regained.
Ivy was in the greenhouse, bent over something that looked like a cross between a rose, a philodendron, and a venus flytrap. “Mistletoe!” Harley called triumphantly, holding the Christmas decoration over her own head while she pounced.
Ivy hardly managed to turn before she tumbled to ground, tangled up with Harley, who was still holding that fake plant in the air over their heads. “You’re supposed to kiss me!” Harley explains helpfully as Ivy stares up at her, and then shrugs and does it herself. She can taste the lacquer of Ivy’s lipstick as she kisses her hard, tangling her fingers through Ivy’s thick red hair. After a moment, Ivy is kissing back and her hands are on Harley’s hips tugging her closer. “I’ll do better than just that,” Ivy says against Harley’s skin and tugs the blonde’s shirt over her head. Their clothes end up getting flung haphazardly around the greenhouse. Harley's pants wind up draped across the philodendron/rose/flytrap thingy and she’d swear the plant is chewing on them. Ivy’s mouth on her breast distracts her, and she runs her hands down Ivy’s back, nails tracing paths across Ivy’s green skin. Finally, Harley squirms away from Ivy’s mouth, head dipping down between Ivy’s thighs, drawing appreciative shudders from the redhead.
Afterwards, they lay huddled together on the gritty floor of the greenhouse. Harley twirls the artificial mistletoe between her fingers, grinning up at the glass ceiling, still dewy with raindrops. Ivy is curled up against her side, looking relaxed and satisfyingly disheveled, her jewel-green eyes following Harley’s movements. “See,” Harley announces, “I knew I could cheer you up!”