Femslash Day Fills Post!

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Happy International Femslash Day!

Well, I've finished up all the prompts I got, along with fics for several pairings I've intended to do before but never got around to, so here it all is in one easy spot.

(Prompts are listed alphabetically by fandom)

Bayonetta
- Bayonetta/Jeanne, PG-13 (ish), "Practice Makes Perfect" (requested by girlinstilettos )

Bleach
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No More Heroes, Dr. Naomi/Holly Summers, "Maintenance" 2/2

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This time it's Naomi's turn to suppress a crooked grin, though she keeps it carefully hidden behind her gloved hand. Catching onto her visitor's enticing implication, she decides to play along.

"But Miss Summers, I'm not exactly an expert in a hands-on discipline like this." Absently, Naomi runs a finger along the smooth, cold surface where Holly's ankle would be, and is far more turned on than she should be when the supermodel lets the tiniest gasp escape her plump, inviting lips, face beginning to flush from more than the stale summertime heat. "...I'm sure the UAA has plenty of more... skilled hands... in the fields of bioengineering and prosthetics..."

"Oh no," Holly breathes, suddenly inches away, staring down at Naomi with more than a little unabashed hunger in her eyes. "...I think I'll trust the original designer with something like this. Besides, she left... quite the impression. I really don't think anyone else will leave me nearly as satisfied."

"Well..." At this Naomi stands up, lifting Holly with a smile and promptly setting her atop a (very quickly) cleared workbench. "I suppose I it wouldn't reflect well on my reputation... to leave a beautiful girl in such a bad way... would it?"

"N-not at all," the Assassin smiles, breath hitching and voice husky; to be frank this very scenario must have run through her head about a hundred times on the flight here, and having it actually play out is making her very impatient.

She half expects Naomi to just take her right there on the workbench (and for the longest time, she plans to do exactly that), but apparently determined to see the farce through, the engineer pulls out a tiny screwdriver and begins unfastening some of the outer panels on Holly's mechanical leg. She inspects it carefully, languidly, and the slight smirk on her face the whole time is making Holly's imagination run even wilder.

"Hmm... everything seems to be in order," Naomi says with a professional air, though the canary-eating grin hasn't left her face the whole time. "Pneumatics are stable, gears and springs are just shy of brand new..."

A hand slides up and over the knee, and even if Holly can't feel it the sight-- combined with finding the way Naomi talks shop weirdly erotic-- makes her shiver and squirm atop the cool polished surface of the workbench. God, she doesn't know how much longer she can wait.

"...And it looks like the missile launcher targeting system is performing up to standards. This part however..."

And without warning Naomi promptly places her gloved hand right between Holly's legs-- right on the crotch of her sinfully high-cut shorts-- and knowing the engineer can feel exactly how wet and ready she is, she doesn't bother to suppress a long, low moan.

"...I think we've been neglecting the real issue at hand," Naomi purrs, her own breathing starting to shallow as she hooks her thumbs into the hem of those khaki shorts, fingers teasing along the curve of shapely pale hips. "...I may need to perform a... multi-point inspection. No charge, of course."

"O-oh my. Sounds... serious," Holly gasps with mock distress.

"Oh, it's just very, very time-consuming." With that Naomi pulls herself up atop Holly so her face is right against the crook of her neck, shorts and panties already halfway down her mismatched legs. "...I might need you to stay all day."

The way Naomi whispers it, full of promise, is too much for Holly to do anything but nod. If nothing else, it was nice to know that there were still people who cared this much about customer service.