Prison Break - It’s not like...
Title: It’s not like...
Author: clair-de-lune
Characters: Caroline Reynolds/Samantha Brinker
Category: Femslash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 150
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: It’s not like she actually needs this kind of compromising intel to hold Reynolds in the palm of her hand.
Author’s Note: Thanks to foxriverinmate for the read-through.
This is the last fic of the stack I initially wrote for Femslash Day. I swear ;)
It’s not like it’s a huge sacrifice. Samantha already had to put up with worse stuff, more unpleasant stuff.
It’s not like she actually needs this kind of compromising intel to hold Reynolds in the palm of her hand. She already has shit-load of compromising intel. Furthermore, she can make up more if she ever needs it.
It’s not like they actually screw. It never goes very far, actually. They never fully undress, they never kiss, they never ever mention it once it’s over. Just hands discreetly slipping under clothes and into damp warmth, stroking expertly, getting off the other one with a minimal amount of effort. They pant and gasp and shudder; worst case scenario, they utter a strangled moan and writhe in the backseat of Reynolds’ black limo or up against a wall.
It’s not like it’s going to last. But so far? Samantha kind of likes it.
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Even drabbles starring evil ladies enjoy comments *g*
Author: clair-de-lune
Characters: Caroline Reynolds/Samantha Brinker
Category: Femslash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 150
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: It’s not like she actually needs this kind of compromising intel to hold Reynolds in the palm of her hand.
Author’s Note: Thanks to foxriverinmate for the read-through.
This is the last fic of the stack I initially wrote for Femslash Day. I swear ;)
It’s not like it’s a huge sacrifice. Samantha already had to put up with worse stuff, more unpleasant stuff.
It’s not like she actually needs this kind of compromising intel to hold Reynolds in the palm of her hand. She already has shit-load of compromising intel. Furthermore, she can make up more if she ever needs it.
It’s not like they actually screw. It never goes very far, actually. They never fully undress, they never kiss, they never ever mention it once it’s over. Just hands discreetly slipping under clothes and into damp warmth, stroking expertly, getting off the other one with a minimal amount of effort. They pant and gasp and shudder; worst case scenario, they utter a strangled moan and writhe in the backseat of Reynolds’ black limo or up against a wall.
It’s not like it’s going to last. But so far? Samantha kind of likes it.
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Even drabbles starring evil ladies enjoy comments *g*