Keeping her busy pt 1crimsongypsyFebruary 22 2011, 21:54:57 UTC
Am I really filling the first prompt of the new post? oh well, here goes
If there was one thing Megara was not, it was a babysitter. Besides the fact that she had never cared for kids in general, she just didn’t possess the patience to watch over or be responsible for anyone but herself. Somehow though, Hades has gotten it into his head that she would be perfectly suited for the job. A Queen Narcissist, or something like that, was worried about her stepson getting married and shutting her out. She had apparently contacted the Fates and seen some trollop taking her place. Apparently, any fair maiden in the kingdom was now a threat. The queen had struck a deal with Captain Brimstone to keep any such maiden out of the prince’s line of sight. Because of this, Meg now found herself stumbling through the woods of a place called Andalasia. It figured Hades would send her as she was, in fact, the most competent of the Underworld’s minions. She could just see the imps screwing everything up now. Meg stumbled as she kept pushing through the dense forest. It wasn’t bad enough that everything here was overgrown, but the whole place seemed like it had been created by someone who hated straight lines. It didn’t help that Hades usual over dramatic smoke heavy mode of transport between realms had left her vision blurry. Finally, she emerged from the thickest part of the wood, resisting the urge to kick the nearest tree just to show it who was boss. Instead, she took in the new surroundings. The clearing was much nicer than the wooded area and it still had a strange distinctive style too it. Everything was almost too bright and loud and colorful. There was a small squat cottage on the other side of the clearing that sat snuggly near a large curly tree. It was a place to start if anything. As she began to make her way over to it, Meg had to duck as a pair of low flying turtle doves swooped past her head. She could have sworn they were singing. Maybe Hades had sent the imps in after all. Maybe he was afraid she couldn’t handle the job. That jerk! When had she ever failed him?! She had half a mind to find this prince everyone was so worried about and seduce him herself! As Meg began to mentally berate the Lord of the Dead and think of worse ways of getting back at him, something knocked into her sending her sprawling to the ground. She hissed in pain as most of her weight fell on her arm. “Oh my gosh!” came a sweet but panic filled voice. “I am so sorry.”
Re: Keeping her busy pt 2crimsongypsyFebruary 22 2011, 21:55:32 UTC
Suddenly, there were soft hands on Meg’s arm attempting to help her back to her feet. She shrugged them off pulling herself into a sitting position and looking up at her assailant. The girl was practically nose to nose with Meg by then. Her blue eyes huge, her whole face twisted with worry and regret. “Are you okay?” Meg shook her head, trying to regain her focus. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” “Please, let me help you” the ginger haired girl almost pleaded and those soft hands were back on Meg’s arm. She reluctantly took the assistance and was back on her feet. “So what’s the matter?” Meg asked, as she brushed some loose dirt off her purple dress. “Not able to see people standing right in your path with those big blue eyes?” The girl scrunched up her face in confusion. “No, it’s nothing like that. I can see just fine.” Meg tried not to wince. There was nothing worse than people not getting her sarcasm. “Actually I was being chased!” “By what?” “Oh, it was a terrible ogre! He stalks these woods, you know, just looking for poor creatures to prey on. I thought I would be safe going to pick berries like I always do but apparently that wasn’t the case today.” ‘Picking berries’ was this chick of real. Meg stopped herself from being too harsh. She was supposed to be looking for defenseless maidens in the woods and if this girl didn’t fit that idea to a T she didn’t know who would. “But you got away from him, I’m guessing.” “Luckily, I did! Or else we’d be dealing with much bigger problems than our collision,” She smiled wide and Meg couldn’t help but smile back. “Pip distracted him so I could get away.” “And Pip is…?” “He’s my very best friend,” the girl suddenly threw her hands up as if she’d forgotten something. “Oh, where are my manners? Here I am bumping into you and I haven’t even introduced myself. My name’s Giselle.” There was the smile again. There was something about, something Meg couldn’t quite understand. Rather than dwell on it she said, “Megara. Friends call me Meg, though I don’t have a lot of those.” “Then I would very much like to call you Meg, if you don’t mind.” Meg nodded and tried to ignore the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Would you like to come inside for a while? It’s probably not safe to be traveling right now anyway.” With another nod, the two made their way to Giselle’s cottage. *~*~*~* Over the course of the day, Meg learned more about Giselle than she thought she knew about any other person. The girl was the walking definition of an open book. Yet there was nothing truly shocking inside. Giselle seemed so sheltered to Meg. She had the whole parental issue problem and being on her own, but outside of that everything seemed like it was sunshine and butterflies. What confused Meg more was that most people she met of that mind set bored her to tears. That blonde that wouldn’t stop singing, the dark haired chick with her baking, the other blonde and her shoe fetish- boring as all get out. With Giselle, she couldn’t help but be fascinated. Something about the way the girl moved so fluidly, how she spoke so clearly and with such conviction, how she believed in her ideas, though quaint and naïve at time, so wholeheartedly. Meg almost felt bad about lying to her about her own back story. She had made up some excuse about traveling to visit family in the kingdom and getting lost and all that. Deep down, though, she felt herself wanting to spill her heart about the deal with Hades and the jerk who left her and how every dark deed she’d done since then ate at her constantly. Why did this girl make her want to do that?
Re: Keeping her busy pt 3crimsongypsyFebruary 22 2011, 21:56:43 UTC
Later in the night, Giselle decided that Meg would spend the night and would not take ‘no’ for an answer. She was so giddy about the idea of a sleepover that her excitement was contagious. Meg knew she was generally jaded but she wasn’t sure she had ever smiled more in her life. Giselle had taken to braiding Meg’s hair as they sat on the small bed in the corner of the cottage and Meg couldn’t help but let her mind wander. Giselle was so sweet; so kind and caring and just nice. It was something Meg wasn’t exactly use to. She could feel the delicate hands on her head, moving gently but pulling her hair taut when necessary. Those hands could probably be put to better use she thought ruefully. Then again, this girl had probably never even touched herself let alone someone else. She was sure Giselle was a fast learner. Finally, Meg decided to press her luck. “Giselle, do you trust me?” she asked, pulling her hair from the girl’s hands and turning to face her. Their knees brushed against each other momentarily. “Of course I do,” Giselle smiled and that was enough. Meg carefully placed her hands on each side of the other girl’s face and pulled her in closer until their lips met. The sensation was soft and delicate but completely electrifying. Giselle didn’t pull away immediately but moved away from Meg with wide eyes. Meg waited for her to start making a fuss or screaming or for her to kick her out but instead she simply said “What was that for?” “Because you’re gorgeous,” Meg admitted, resisting touching her again for fear she’d further overstep her bounds. “But I thought,” she bit her lip and looked away. “But was that true love’s kiss?” Meg’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sweetie, not every kiss has to be about ‘true love’. Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss.” Giselle continued to look away and Meg subconsciously sighed. “So…” Giselle began again, her voice quiet, “I don’t have to only kiss a handsome prince?” “You can kiss whoever you want to, Giselle. It’s really all up to you.” Giselle looked up again, still biting at her lip and with a perplexed expression on her face. All of a sudden she closed her eyes and lunged toward Meg. Her lips missed her mark and ended up smacking against Meg’s chin. Meg let out a laugh and guided Giselle’s face up so their lips met again. It was obvious the red head didn’t have much experience in the field of lip on lip contact but, as Meg had guessed, she was a quick learner. The kisses started soft and slow- one party afraid of going to far, the other unsure how to progress. Again, Meg took the lead and began to kiss harder, pushing Giselle back onto the bed. She waited for Giselle’s lips to part just enough and took the opportunity to seize her lower lip. She nibbled at it gently eliciting delicious gasps from the girl. After a bit Meg’s hands began to wander. She ran them down Giselle’s sides stopping at her hips before making her way back up. When she removed her hands, Giselle let out a small whimper and moved her body toward them as if to call them back. Meg couldn’t help but smirk. Her hands instead moved up to Giselle’s shoulders. The girl’s skin was soft and warm but covered with gooseflesh. Meg pulled away from Giselle and slowly started kissing down her neck. She paid careful attention to where her jaw met her throat and her collarbone as both spots seemed to leave her gasping. Meg’s hands by then had surreptitiously made their way to Giselle’s breasts and had begun gently massaging them through the pink fabric of her dress. Giselle let out a soft moan as Meg looked up to see her eyes closed all sense of indecency gone.
Re: Keeping her busy pt 4crimsongypsyFebruary 22 2011, 21:57:12 UTC
Meg caught herself smiling again as she continued to kiss the upper part of Giselle’s chest. Still moving gently and carefully and still completely worried about scaring the girl off, she began to push down the pink dress. If she cared Giselle didn’t make her issues known and soon her breasts were free of the garment. Meg went back to kissing her neck, but her hands got to work on the newly exposed treasures. Taking the right first, she kneaded and squeezed at the sensitive area rolling the nipple between her fingers until it was nice and firm before performing the same act in the left. Giselle continued to writhe and push herself closer into her touch. Meg’s hand as if working on their own accord continued to move down the other girl’s body- over her small tight stomach, past her belly button, over her pelvis until they reached the waistband of her panties. Gently she ran her hand down across the cotton hitting the right spot and making Giselle gasp. Meg looked up too see a look of wonder on the girl’s face as to one of horror. “Are you okay?” Meg asked, amazed at how husky her voice came out. Giselle did nothing but nod before swooping down and kissing Meg again. She took that as a sign and gently began stroking along the wetness down below. It didn’t take long before Giselle was gasping more and rocking her hips back and forth to meet each stroke. Meg thrust her hand inside the panties continued her sweet assault from there. A single finger slipped inside Giselle causing her to make all manner of sounds from moans to groans to sighs while the rest of them paid careful attention to her clitoris. Finally, Giselle threw her head back letting out a soft cry, her thighs closing around Meg’s arm and her body spasming ever so slightly as she let out several shaky breaths. Meg smiled as she watched Giselle take deep calming breaths. “That was… “ The girl tried to say but the words weren’t there. She sat up slowly, her breast still exposed and sweat glistening on her body. Giselle shook her head as if clearing her mind. “Can.. can I repay you?” The words made Meg smile in the way she only seemed to do around Giselle. She placed her hands on either side of the girl’s face again and kissed her hard. Giselle’s hands nearly mirrored Meg’s earlier actions and after stripping her dress away took to playing with her breasts. Meg gasped as nails raked against her skin and fingers pinched and pulled just right. Giselle followed the same trial down Meg’s body and soon reached her underwear. She pulled Meg’s dress up so it only covered her mid section and began pulling the panties down and out of the way. Giselle hesitated for a second and Meg looked up to see what the matter was. Giselle’s blue eyes locked with hers “Can I only use my hands down there?” she asked. The question was so innocent and so loaded that Meg felt her stomach twist in knots. “You can use whatever you’d like, honey.” Meg said and Giselle smiled broadly before leaning down between her open legs. Meg let her eyes roll back in her head and her eyelids flutter shut. Her head landed softly against the comforter as she let out a deep breath. She suddenly wasn’t sure if Giselle was as innocent as she claimed to be. The way she was handling the situation at hand made her seem like an old pro. Her tongue licked delicately across Meg’s lower region seeming to increase speed with each of her needy moans. Meg gripped at the sheets twisting them in her hand as Giselle began lapping at her clit. The girl’s persistent licking and sucking finally drove Meg over the edge. The sensation coursed through her making her cry out before falling back onto the bed panting. When she opened her eyes, Giselle was leaning over her smiling like a Cheshire cat. Meg found herself smiling again too and pulled Giselle down into another kiss, tasting small hints of herself on the other girl’s lips. Eventually the two pulled their clothes back on and curled up together ready for much needed sleep. Meg put her arm around Giselle- the big spoon to her little spoon- and yawned. Maybe babysitting wasn’t so bad after all.
Re: Keeping her busy pt 4afterandalasiaFebruary 23 2011, 17:23:28 UTC
Eeee! I was so hoping this would get filled; such a pairing! And a great fill as well; Giselle is so wonderfully sweet, and Meg is her snarky self without being overdone. <3
If there was one thing Megara was not, it was a babysitter. Besides the fact that she had never cared for kids in general, she just didn’t possess the patience to watch over or be responsible for anyone but herself. Somehow though, Hades has gotten it into his head that she would be perfectly suited for the job. A Queen Narcissist, or something like that, was worried about her stepson getting married and shutting her out. She had apparently contacted the Fates and seen some trollop taking her place. Apparently, any fair maiden in the kingdom was now a threat. The queen had struck a deal with Captain Brimstone to keep any such maiden out of the prince’s line of sight.
Because of this, Meg now found herself stumbling through the woods of a place called Andalasia. It figured Hades would send her as she was, in fact, the most competent of the Underworld’s minions. She could just see the imps screwing everything up now. Meg stumbled as she kept pushing through the dense forest. It wasn’t bad enough that everything here was overgrown, but the whole place seemed like it had been created by someone who hated straight lines. It didn’t help that Hades usual over dramatic smoke heavy mode of transport between realms had left her vision blurry.
Finally, she emerged from the thickest part of the wood, resisting the urge to kick the nearest tree just to show it who was boss. Instead, she took in the new surroundings. The clearing was much nicer than the wooded area and it still had a strange distinctive style too it. Everything was almost too bright and loud and colorful. There was a small squat cottage on the other side of the clearing that sat snuggly near a large curly tree. It was a place to start if anything. As she began to make her way over to it, Meg had to duck as a pair of low flying turtle doves swooped past her head. She could have sworn they were singing. Maybe Hades had sent the imps in after all. Maybe he was afraid she couldn’t handle the job. That jerk! When had she ever failed him?! She had half a mind to find this prince everyone was so worried about and seduce him herself!
As Meg began to mentally berate the Lord of the Dead and think of worse ways of getting back at him, something knocked into her sending her sprawling to the ground. She hissed in pain as most of her weight fell on her arm.
“Oh my gosh!” came a sweet but panic filled voice. “I am so sorry.”
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Meg shook her head, trying to regain her focus. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”
“Please, let me help you” the ginger haired girl almost pleaded and those soft hands were back on Meg’s arm. She reluctantly took the assistance and was back on her feet.
“So what’s the matter?” Meg asked, as she brushed some loose dirt off her purple dress. “Not able to see people standing right in your path with those big blue eyes?”
The girl scrunched up her face in confusion. “No, it’s nothing like that. I can see just fine.” Meg tried not to wince. There was nothing worse than people not getting her sarcasm. “Actually I was being chased!”
“By what?”
“Oh, it was a terrible ogre! He stalks these woods, you know, just looking for poor creatures to prey on. I thought I would be safe going to pick berries like I always do but apparently that wasn’t the case today.”
‘Picking berries’ was this chick of real. Meg stopped herself from being too harsh. She was supposed to be looking for defenseless maidens in the woods and if this girl didn’t fit that idea to a T she didn’t know who would. “But you got away from him, I’m guessing.”
“Luckily, I did! Or else we’d be dealing with much bigger problems than our collision,” She smiled wide and Meg couldn’t help but smile back. “Pip distracted him so I could get away.”
“And Pip is…?”
“He’s my very best friend,” the girl suddenly threw her hands up as if she’d forgotten something. “Oh, where are my manners? Here I am bumping into you and I haven’t even introduced myself. My name’s Giselle.”
There was the smile again. There was something about, something Meg couldn’t quite understand. Rather than dwell on it she said, “Megara. Friends call me Meg, though I don’t have a lot of those.”
“Then I would very much like to call you Meg, if you don’t mind.” Meg nodded and tried to ignore the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Would you like to come inside for a while? It’s probably not safe to be traveling right now anyway.” With another nod, the two made their way to Giselle’s cottage.
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Over the course of the day, Meg learned more about Giselle than she thought she knew about any other person. The girl was the walking definition of an open book. Yet there was nothing truly shocking inside. Giselle seemed so sheltered to Meg. She had the whole parental issue problem and being on her own, but outside of that everything seemed like it was sunshine and butterflies. What confused Meg more was that most people she met of that mind set bored her to tears. That blonde that wouldn’t stop singing, the dark haired chick with her baking, the other blonde and her shoe fetish- boring as all get out. With Giselle, she couldn’t help but be fascinated. Something about the way the girl moved so fluidly, how she spoke so clearly and with such conviction, how she believed in her ideas, though quaint and naïve at time, so wholeheartedly.
Meg almost felt bad about lying to her about her own back story. She had made up some excuse about traveling to visit family in the kingdom and getting lost and all that. Deep down, though, she felt herself wanting to spill her heart about the deal with Hades and the jerk who left her and how every dark deed she’d done since then ate at her constantly. Why did this girl make her want to do that?
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Giselle had taken to braiding Meg’s hair as they sat on the small bed in the corner of the cottage and Meg couldn’t help but let her mind wander. Giselle was so sweet; so kind and caring and just nice. It was something Meg wasn’t exactly use to. She could feel the delicate hands on her head, moving gently but pulling her hair taut when necessary. Those hands could probably be put to better use she thought ruefully. Then again, this girl had probably never even touched herself let alone someone else. She was sure Giselle was a fast learner.
Finally, Meg decided to press her luck. “Giselle, do you trust me?” she asked, pulling her hair from the girl’s hands and turning to face her. Their knees brushed against each other momentarily.
“Of course I do,” Giselle smiled and that was enough. Meg carefully placed her hands on each side of the other girl’s face and pulled her in closer until their lips met. The sensation was soft and delicate but completely electrifying. Giselle didn’t pull away immediately but moved away from Meg with wide eyes.
Meg waited for her to start making a fuss or screaming or for her to kick her out but instead she simply said “What was that for?”
“Because you’re gorgeous,” Meg admitted, resisting touching her again for fear she’d further overstep her bounds.
“But I thought,” she bit her lip and looked away. “But was that true love’s kiss?”
Meg’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sweetie, not every kiss has to be about ‘true love’. Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss.”
Giselle continued to look away and Meg subconsciously sighed. “So…” Giselle began again, her voice quiet, “I don’t have to only kiss a handsome prince?”
“You can kiss whoever you want to, Giselle. It’s really all up to you.”
Giselle looked up again, still biting at her lip and with a perplexed expression on her face. All of a sudden she closed her eyes and lunged toward Meg. Her lips missed her mark and ended up smacking against Meg’s chin. Meg let out a laugh and guided Giselle’s face up so their lips met again. It was obvious the red head didn’t have much experience in the field of lip on lip contact but, as Meg had guessed, she was a quick learner. The kisses started soft and slow- one party afraid of going to far, the other unsure how to progress. Again, Meg took the lead and began to kiss harder, pushing Giselle back onto the bed. She waited for Giselle’s lips to part just enough and took the opportunity to seize her lower lip. She nibbled at it gently eliciting delicious gasps from the girl.
After a bit Meg’s hands began to wander. She ran them down Giselle’s sides stopping at her hips before making her way back up. When she removed her hands, Giselle let out a small whimper and moved her body toward them as if to call them back. Meg couldn’t help but smirk. Her hands instead moved up to Giselle’s shoulders. The girl’s skin was soft and warm but covered with gooseflesh. Meg pulled away from Giselle and slowly started kissing down her neck. She paid careful attention to where her jaw met her throat and her collarbone as both spots seemed to leave her gasping. Meg’s hands by then had surreptitiously made their way to Giselle’s breasts and had begun gently massaging them through the pink fabric of her dress. Giselle let out a soft moan as Meg looked up to see her eyes closed all sense of indecency gone.
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Meg’s hand as if working on their own accord continued to move down the other girl’s body- over her small tight stomach, past her belly button, over her pelvis until they reached the waistband of her panties. Gently she ran her hand down across the cotton hitting the right spot and making Giselle gasp. Meg looked up too see a look of wonder on the girl’s face as to one of horror.
“Are you okay?” Meg asked, amazed at how husky her voice came out. Giselle did nothing but nod before swooping down and kissing Meg again. She took that as a sign and gently began stroking along the wetness down below. It didn’t take long before Giselle was gasping more and rocking her hips back and forth to meet each stroke. Meg thrust her hand inside the panties continued her sweet assault from there. A single finger slipped inside Giselle causing her to make all manner of sounds from moans to groans to sighs while the rest of them paid careful attention to her clitoris. Finally, Giselle threw her head back letting out a soft cry, her thighs closing around Meg’s arm and her body spasming ever so slightly as she let out several shaky breaths.
Meg smiled as she watched Giselle take deep calming breaths. “That was… “ The girl tried to say but the words weren’t there. She sat up slowly, her breast still exposed and sweat glistening on her body. Giselle shook her head as if clearing her mind. “Can.. can I repay you?”
The words made Meg smile in the way she only seemed to do around Giselle. She placed her hands on either side of the girl’s face again and kissed her hard. Giselle’s hands nearly mirrored Meg’s earlier actions and after stripping her dress away took to playing with her breasts. Meg gasped as nails raked against her skin and fingers pinched and pulled just right. Giselle followed the same trial down Meg’s body and soon reached her underwear. She pulled Meg’s dress up so it only covered her mid section and began pulling the panties down and out of the way. Giselle hesitated for a second and Meg looked up to see what the matter was. Giselle’s blue eyes locked with hers “Can I only use my hands down there?” she asked. The question was so innocent and so loaded that Meg felt her stomach twist in knots.
“You can use whatever you’d like, honey.” Meg said and Giselle smiled broadly before leaning down between her open legs.
Meg let her eyes roll back in her head and her eyelids flutter shut. Her head landed softly against the comforter as she let out a deep breath. She suddenly wasn’t sure if Giselle was as innocent as she claimed to be. The way she was handling the situation at hand made her seem like an old pro. Her tongue licked delicately across Meg’s lower region seeming to increase speed with each of her needy moans. Meg gripped at the sheets twisting them in her hand as Giselle began lapping at her clit. The girl’s persistent licking and sucking finally drove Meg over the edge. The sensation coursed through her making her cry out before falling back onto the bed panting.
When she opened her eyes, Giselle was leaning over her smiling like a Cheshire cat. Meg found herself smiling again too and pulled Giselle down into another kiss, tasting small hints of herself on the other girl’s lips.
Eventually the two pulled their clothes back on and curled up together ready for much needed sleep. Meg put her arm around Giselle- the big spoon to her little spoon- and yawned. Maybe babysitting wasn’t so bad after all.
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That was amazing! Both ladies were very in character. I loved Meg's nick name for Hades, "Captain Brimstone", lol. Giselle was too cute! You rock!
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They were super fun to write seperately (cause they're personalities are so distinct) and together xD
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I really liked it~
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