Drabbletag - Intimate
Title: Philosophy Of Infatuation
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Intimate
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Jane/Darcy/Sif
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Threesome
Jane’s fingers trace over Darcy’s hip. Gentle, reverential, and she watches Sif’s lips move over Darcy’s shoulder, leaving light kisses there.
Darcy makes a soft sound when Jane’s fingers slip down between her legs, thighs fanning open, wriggling slightly to give Jane better access. Her hair is damp at the temples, her face flushed and her eyes a little dazed from the evening they’ve spent together.
She’s beautiful. They both are. So stunning, bodies pressed close like that.
Sif leans closer, breasts pushed against Darcy’s arm, cradling the back of Jane’s neck with a strong hand as she kisses her slowly. Darcy’s still so wet for them beneath the slide of Jane’s fingers, and Sif’s mouth tastes like sex, like all their pleasure combined.
Jane’s not sure what the time is. She’s not sure of anything beyond their bed, beyond the feel of their skin. Caught in this bubble with them, where the world stops turning, where time and space grind to a halt in the face of Jane’s lust for these two women.
She groans against Sif’s mouth as Darcy’s knuckles brush against her clit, as her finger sink once again into the molten heat of Darcy’s cunt. Feeling the way Sif rocks against Darcy’s hip, leg hooked over her thigh, teeth scraping Jane’s tongue and sending shivers down her spine.
She’s lost to this, can’t imagine a world without it. And Jane doesn’t have to, because she knows Darcy and Sif are just as infatuated as she is.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Intimate
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Jane/Darcy/Sif
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Threesome
Jane’s fingers trace over Darcy’s hip. Gentle, reverential, and she watches Sif’s lips move over Darcy’s shoulder, leaving light kisses there.
Darcy makes a soft sound when Jane’s fingers slip down between her legs, thighs fanning open, wriggling slightly to give Jane better access. Her hair is damp at the temples, her face flushed and her eyes a little dazed from the evening they’ve spent together.
She’s beautiful. They both are. So stunning, bodies pressed close like that.
Sif leans closer, breasts pushed against Darcy’s arm, cradling the back of Jane’s neck with a strong hand as she kisses her slowly. Darcy’s still so wet for them beneath the slide of Jane’s fingers, and Sif’s mouth tastes like sex, like all their pleasure combined.
Jane’s not sure what the time is. She’s not sure of anything beyond their bed, beyond the feel of their skin. Caught in this bubble with them, where the world stops turning, where time and space grind to a halt in the face of Jane’s lust for these two women.
She groans against Sif’s mouth as Darcy’s knuckles brush against her clit, as her finger sink once again into the molten heat of Darcy’s cunt. Feeling the way Sif rocks against Darcy’s hip, leg hooked over her thigh, teeth scraping Jane’s tongue and sending shivers down her spine.
She’s lost to this, can’t imagine a world without it. And Jane doesn’t have to, because she knows Darcy and Sif are just as infatuated as she is.