Challenge 54 - Borrowed (La Traviata, Violetta/Annina)
Title: Sempre libera
Author: Margit
Fandom: Verdi’s La Traviata
Pairing: Annina/Violetta
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 200
Summary: Opera!porn double drabble, because obscurity is my middle name.
Annina’s familiarity with her mistress is of the sort that only a lady’s maid or a lover would possess. An intimate knowledge of petticoats and corset laces, an entire language spoken in discreet fingers brushing across bare skin.
After Violetta bathes, she stands shameless as a Greek statue while Annina traces ritualistic patterns across the marble skin in scented powder. The maid wields the powder puff as an artist painting her masterpiece - here she skims along her mistress’s thigh, sweeps low across her belly, silently delights in circling the curve of a breast. No words are spoken, but when Annina’s hand comes to rest on her mistress’s hip, she can feel the greatest courtesan in Paris trembling.
“You know that I’m only for sale, Annina, you understand the cost of my affection.” Violetta’s words are rehearsed, but her voice is tender.
Annina’s hand slides from its perch and slips between her mistress’s tense thighs, feeling the warmth of the slick arousal that her practiced touch has coaxed with the powder puff. “It’s nothing, mistress,” she murmurs against the white belly, “I am only borrowing.”
A crimson blush blooms across the courtesan’s pale face as Annina’s deft fingers continue their work.
Author: Margit
Fandom: Verdi’s La Traviata
Pairing: Annina/Violetta
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 200
Summary: Opera!porn double drabble, because obscurity is my middle name.
Annina’s familiarity with her mistress is of the sort that only a lady’s maid or a lover would possess. An intimate knowledge of petticoats and corset laces, an entire language spoken in discreet fingers brushing across bare skin.
After Violetta bathes, she stands shameless as a Greek statue while Annina traces ritualistic patterns across the marble skin in scented powder. The maid wields the powder puff as an artist painting her masterpiece - here she skims along her mistress’s thigh, sweeps low across her belly, silently delights in circling the curve of a breast. No words are spoken, but when Annina’s hand comes to rest on her mistress’s hip, she can feel the greatest courtesan in Paris trembling.
“You know that I’m only for sale, Annina, you understand the cost of my affection.” Violetta’s words are rehearsed, but her voice is tender.
Annina’s hand slides from its perch and slips between her mistress’s tense thighs, feeling the warmth of the slick arousal that her practiced touch has coaxed with the powder puff. “It’s nothing, mistress,” she murmurs against the white belly, “I am only borrowing.”
A crimson blush blooms across the courtesan’s pale face as Annina’s deft fingers continue their work.