Prompt Post 4!
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This was most certainly one of the (many, many) things which a princess Should Not Do, and Merida did not give a damn. She was far more interested in the way that one of Belle’s hands slid down her throat and brushed across the very top of her breasts, the way that the awkward position had her slowly sliding down closer towards Belle and closing the gap between them, the way that her other hand had slipped up Belle’s thigh, rucking up the fabric beneath it, and Belle was making it more than clear enough with her mouth that she approved whole-heartedly.
“Is there a different-” Merida gasped as Belle kissed her jaw, sucking against her skin. “-type of tale you’ve been seeking?”
Belle’s hand slid lower, to cup Merida’s breast through her dress, and it sent a flare of heat down her spine. “I’m interested in many a sort of tale,” she said, breath hot against Merida’s flushed skin.
Their mouths met again, kisses growing more heated and ragged, Belle’s hand tugging down the collar of Merida’s dress to slip beneath and massage her bare breast instead. In return, with a rush of boldness, Merida moved to straddle her, pushing her against the tree and letting the fabric of their skirts ruck up between them. Belle gasped, back arching, and Merida moved both of her hands to the woman’s chest, at first running over her ribs and then gliding up to cup her breasts.
Belle tasted like something free, and something wild, and the way that her tongue moved had a thousand little stories hidden in it. Her hands were warm and confident against Merida’s skin, fingers teasing at her nipple even as it tightened in the air, and Merida responded with fierce kisses and a tilt of her hips, tension in her thighs as if she were on horseback once again. There was something thrilling in Belle’s confidence, her experience no doubt, but with a wicked grin Merida undid the woman’s belt so quickly that it seemed to catch even Belle by surprise.
They broke apart, both breathing hard, and Belle gave a look that was almost a challenge. “You have a thought?”
“I have quite a few,” said Merida. She wrapped the ends of the belt around her hands, stretched it taut against Belle’s back, and then slowly slid it upwards. When it caught in Belle’s armpits, the stayed there for a moment, daring each other with their gazes, before Belle raised her arms above her head. “But mostly, I have the idea that I take charge.”
There was the stump of what had once been a branch, now above Belle’s head on the tree trunk. Time had softened and rounded it, but it was crooked in just the right way that Merida could loop the belt around Belle’s wrists and over the stump, tieing them gently in place.
Without the belt, Belle’s dress hung more loosely on her, rising and falling with the movement of her breaths, with just enough of the edge taken off for Merida to feel more in control again.
“I like a woman who gets ideas,” said Belle, with an edge in her voice that Merida did not recognise but which made her feel oddly proud. Belle’s voice became huskier. “Who thinks.”
Merida caught her in a kiss again, this time so fierce that their lips felt almost hard against each other, Belle breathing heavily with her arms tensing against their bonds. With her own free hands, Merida pulled loose Belle’s dress and reached beneath, caressing soft skin, feeling the shift and play of muscles oddly familiar, and strange at the same time. She slid one hand beneath Belle’s skirts, pushing them up to reveal Belle’s thighs, all soft cream and strong beneath Merida’s touch.
Belle caught her breath as Merida’s hand slid higher, thumb on the inside of her thigh and palm sweeping over her skin. Slipping down, Merida placed soft wet kisses on Belle’s neck, the line of her collarbone, down to the curve of her breasts amid the warmth radiating from her skin.
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