#418; To Behold
Title: To Behold
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Delphine
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #418: Beauty
Word Count: 200
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so to speak.
Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, the English-speakers said. Delphine knew that to be true, in a way, watching how Cosima held the plastic phallus delicately in her hand, her fingernails even and polished.
She continued to think this as Cosima bent her over the smooth, white table (nearly knocking over an empty beaker), Cosima's other hand already between her legs, two fingers inside her, prodding and probing, searching.
The cold surgical-like way she did it only served to further turn her on.
The moan Delphine let's escape her mouth sounds like a kitten mewling.
Instead of asking her the typical "Do you like that?", Cosima slides her fingers out, and are quickly replaced, the fake penis stretching her out, the sweet pressure sending ripples through her, and damn it, the moans are flowing out of her mouth like a river, echoing off the pristine, calculating walls.
She attempts to arch her ass out, to take in more of the pseudo-dick, but Cosima's hand is suddenly planted firmly against it, to keep her in place, and fuck she's good, Delphine thinks helplessly.
Even though Delphine can't see her, she's sure Cosima has a smug look on her face.
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Delphine
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #418: Beauty
Word Count: 200
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so to speak.
Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, the English-speakers said. Delphine knew that to be true, in a way, watching how Cosima held the plastic phallus delicately in her hand, her fingernails even and polished.
She continued to think this as Cosima bent her over the smooth, white table (nearly knocking over an empty beaker), Cosima's other hand already between her legs, two fingers inside her, prodding and probing, searching.
The cold surgical-like way she did it only served to further turn her on.
The moan Delphine let's escape her mouth sounds like a kitten mewling.
Instead of asking her the typical "Do you like that?", Cosima slides her fingers out, and are quickly replaced, the fake penis stretching her out, the sweet pressure sending ripples through her, and damn it, the moans are flowing out of her mouth like a river, echoing off the pristine, calculating walls.
She attempts to arch her ass out, to take in more of the pseudo-dick, but Cosima's hand is suddenly planted firmly against it, to keep her in place, and fuck she's good, Delphine thinks helplessly.
Even though Delphine can't see her, she's sure Cosima has a smug look on her face.