Self-Fulfilling Prophecy: Carnivale Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Fandom: Carnivale
Pairing: Sofie/Libby
Summary: Sofie’s Tarot cards turn up a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 373
Rating: R
Author’s Note: Written for 10,000 Lilies: A Femslash Porn Battle for the prompt “Carnivàle, Sofie/Libby, prophecy and cotton candy.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Sofie read the cards while Libby ate cotton candy.
“I’m trying to do a reading on you and me and how we’ll fare in Hollywood,” Sofie said. “But something’s wrong. I keep turning up with the Lovers for the card that represents us.”
“Well is that so unthinkable?” Libby laughed. “Such things happen you know.”
“What, girls and other girls?”
“I’ve seen pictures. Pa sells them for a nickel.”
Sofie blushed.
“I think I’d like to see those pictures.” She admitted shyly.
“I could tell you what was in them,” Libby said leaning across the table, a bit of cleavage showing down the throat of her dress. “I could show you.”
“Would ya?”
“Of course I will.” Libby said coyly and licked the pink spun sugar mound of the cotton candy. “Ain’t that what the cards are saying?”
“I guess they are.” Sofie admitted, oddly happy. “I guess they’re saying just that.”
“Well,” Libby said, “in the pictures there’s one girl sitting on the other’s lap, like this.” She plopped herself down on Sofie’s lap. “And the other girl will be touching her titties….”
“You’re getting cotton candy in my hair.”
“Lord you’re dense sometimes Sofie, I’m asking you to touch my titties.”
“Sorry, okay, how’s that?” Sofie dutifully patted Libby’s chest.
“You’re as bad as a know-nothing Johnny. Would you like your titties touched that way?”
“Not particularly.”
“Well do it nice, the way you’d like.” Libby ordered, pulling off a bit of cotton candy with her sharp little teeth. This time Sofie reached inside her dress and under her bra, cupping Libby’s breast in her hand, stroking it gently until her nipple hardened. “That’s right. Oh yes, that’s so right.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do mine.”
“Oh my God. Kiss me, Sofie. No, don’t stop. Keep doin’ that and kiss me. Yes.”
Their lips met, Sofie tasted the pure sugar of cotton candy. Libby turned, threw her leg over Sofie so she was straddling her, hands down Sofie’s blouse. She started rocking against Sofie, harder and harder. Sofie angled up her hips so their pelvises crushed together. The chair rattled against the trailer floor, practically bouncing. The tarot cards crashed to the floor along with Libby’s cone of cotton candy.
Title: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Fandom: Carnivale
Pairing: Sofie/Libby
Summary: Sofie’s Tarot cards turn up a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 373
Rating: R
Author’s Note: Written for 10,000 Lilies: A Femslash Porn Battle for the prompt “Carnivàle, Sofie/Libby, prophecy and cotton candy.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Sofie read the cards while Libby ate cotton candy.
“I’m trying to do a reading on you and me and how we’ll fare in Hollywood,” Sofie said. “But something’s wrong. I keep turning up with the Lovers for the card that represents us.”
“Well is that so unthinkable?” Libby laughed. “Such things happen you know.”
“What, girls and other girls?”
“I’ve seen pictures. Pa sells them for a nickel.”
Sofie blushed.
“I think I’d like to see those pictures.” She admitted shyly.
“I could tell you what was in them,” Libby said leaning across the table, a bit of cleavage showing down the throat of her dress. “I could show you.”
“Would ya?”
“Of course I will.” Libby said coyly and licked the pink spun sugar mound of the cotton candy. “Ain’t that what the cards are saying?”
“I guess they are.” Sofie admitted, oddly happy. “I guess they’re saying just that.”
“Well,” Libby said, “in the pictures there’s one girl sitting on the other’s lap, like this.” She plopped herself down on Sofie’s lap. “And the other girl will be touching her titties….”
“You’re getting cotton candy in my hair.”
“Lord you’re dense sometimes Sofie, I’m asking you to touch my titties.”
“Sorry, okay, how’s that?” Sofie dutifully patted Libby’s chest.
“You’re as bad as a know-nothing Johnny. Would you like your titties touched that way?”
“Not particularly.”
“Well do it nice, the way you’d like.” Libby ordered, pulling off a bit of cotton candy with her sharp little teeth. This time Sofie reached inside her dress and under her bra, cupping Libby’s breast in her hand, stroking it gently until her nipple hardened. “That’s right. Oh yes, that’s so right.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Do mine.”
“Oh my God. Kiss me, Sofie. No, don’t stop. Keep doin’ that and kiss me. Yes.”
Their lips met, Sofie tasted the pure sugar of cotton candy. Libby turned, threw her leg over Sofie so she was straddling her, hands down Sofie’s blouse. She started rocking against Sofie, harder and harder. Sofie angled up her hips so their pelvises crushed together. The chair rattled against the trailer floor, practically bouncing. The tarot cards crashed to the floor along with Libby’s cone of cotton candy.