Challenge #424 - Proposal
Title: Wedlocked Down
Prompt: #424 Proposal
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Cora/Erica
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before Season Three
“I’m gonna marry you,” Cora announces, voice quiet but firm. “Once we get out of here, you’re totally gonna be my wife.”
Not asking but telling, and Erica smirks, rolling her eyes even though Cora can’t see it.
“Gonna put you in a pouffy white dress,” Cora continues, and Erica snorts, squeezes lightly where her arms are wrapped around Cora’s body, her hands crossed beneath Cora’s chest. “But we’ll shred the skirt so it’ll be all tattered and bad-ass.”
“I want a tight bodice,” Erica interjects.
“Definitely,” Cora agrees. “Your tits are gonna be front and centre, as they should be.”
“Damn straight,” Erica grins, squeezing a little tighter. Cora fidgets in her arms, back of her head resting against Erica’s shoulder, their legs stretched out together.
“I can’t decide if I wanna wear a dress or a tux,” Cora admits. “But the bridesmaid dresses are gonna be the same colour as your hair.”
“Oh yeah? Any ideas on who’ll be a bridesmaid?” Erica prompts.
“Boyd, obviously.”
There’s a huff of laughter from across the room, Boyd apparently not being as asleep as Erica assumed. “I do look good in yellow,” he deadpans.
“We’re gonna smash cake into each other’s faces and our first dance is gonna be Livin' On A Prayer and it’s gonna be awesome.”
Erica smiles, presses a kiss to Cora’s temple. “If you’re planning the whole wedding, I get to plan the wedding night,” she teases, digging her fingers in just enough to make Cora squirm.
Prompt: #424 Proposal
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Cora/Erica
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before Season Three
“I’m gonna marry you,” Cora announces, voice quiet but firm. “Once we get out of here, you’re totally gonna be my wife.”
Not asking but telling, and Erica smirks, rolling her eyes even though Cora can’t see it.
“Gonna put you in a pouffy white dress,” Cora continues, and Erica snorts, squeezes lightly where her arms are wrapped around Cora’s body, her hands crossed beneath Cora’s chest. “But we’ll shred the skirt so it’ll be all tattered and bad-ass.”
“I want a tight bodice,” Erica interjects.
“Definitely,” Cora agrees. “Your tits are gonna be front and centre, as they should be.”
“Damn straight,” Erica grins, squeezing a little tighter. Cora fidgets in her arms, back of her head resting against Erica’s shoulder, their legs stretched out together.
“I can’t decide if I wanna wear a dress or a tux,” Cora admits. “But the bridesmaid dresses are gonna be the same colour as your hair.”
“Oh yeah? Any ideas on who’ll be a bridesmaid?” Erica prompts.
“Boyd, obviously.”
There’s a huff of laughter from across the room, Boyd apparently not being as asleep as Erica assumed. “I do look good in yellow,” he deadpans.
“We’re gonna smash cake into each other’s faces and our first dance is gonna be Livin' On A Prayer and it’s gonna be awesome.”
Erica smiles, presses a kiss to Cora’s temple. “If you’re planning the whole wedding, I get to plan the wedding night,” she teases, digging her fingers in just enough to make Cora squirm.