Wednesday's Women
Posting a wee bit early b/c of personal schedule conflicts
Today's prompts are all about the women! Daughters, sisters, mothers, lovers, pals, etc. etc. Time to pay tribute to those kickass ladies! (And trust me, slashers, you[we] can find a way to get in our pairings into prompts with the ladies, too.)
Now let's hit it!
A reminder of the rules ( Read more... )
Today's prompts are all about the women! Daughters, sisters, mothers, lovers, pals, etc. etc. Time to pay tribute to those kickass ladies! (And trust me, slashers, you[we] can find a way to get in our pairings into prompts with the ladies, too.)
Now let's hit it!
A reminder of the rules ( Read more... )
Meg arches an eyebrow.
“That’s what they call me,” she drawls. “And you would be Jo Harvelle. My, my. You’ve certainly grown up since the last time I saw you.”
“And you’ve gotten a new body since the last time I saw you,” Jo responds coolly. “What happened? Sam’s didn’t work out so well for you?”
“Oh, so you do remember me after all!” exclaims Meg, smirking in mock excitement.
“How could I forget?” Jo says, strolling forward.
Meg narrows her eyes at Jo’s advance, but before she can say or do anything, Jo has snaked her arm around Meg’s waist, pulled her close, and smashed their mouths together.
Meg pulls away for a moment to say, “You’ve got some nerve, kid,” before bringing their mouths back together.
Their teeth clash violently, and Meg slips her tongue between Jo’s parted lips.
It’s Jo who pulls away the second time, a moment later.
“You have no idea.”
But instead of leaning back in, she just moves her hand from Meg’s waist, slowly gliding it lower and lower until finally she slips it past the waistband of Meg’s jeans. Then she slides her fingers underneath the lacy elastic of the lingerie Meg is wearing, and Meg lets a small moan escape from the back of her throat.
With her other hand, Jo pulls what used to be Ruby’s knife out of her back pocket.
She presses the cold blade against Meg’s neck, running it along her skin just barely deep enough to draw blood. When Meg realizes what’s happening, her expression turns furious. She blinks and her dilated pupils become completely black.
“You little...”
Jo ignores whatever names Meg calls her and presses her lips to Meg’s ear.
“I salted all the doors and windows, too, so don’t even think about it,” she says, her voice low and dangerous. Then she uses the knife to flick a long, dark strand of hair out of Meg’s flushed face and adds, “Payback’s a bitch, huh?”
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