Drabblethon, 2 fics, Firefly, Game of Thrones
Title: The Client
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: Lover
Fandom: Firefly
Pairings: Inara/Saffron
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 246
"Hey Lover."
Inara was too surprised to react right away when Saffron suddenly flopped herself in the seat across from her. Missing only the one beat Inara raised her eyebrow. "I'm busy, go away," she waved her hand dismissively. She'd never admit it but the years since they'd last seen each other had been good to the redhead. She looked radiantly beautiful, and her dress was, for a change, rather classy.
"I know you're busy, you're busy with me, I'm your client," Saffron leaned forward and helped herself to Inara's pot of tea, her dress shifted and showed off her considerable cleavage. Maybe not so classy after all. When she sat up straight and sipped at her tea the dress settled back into place.
"Then I will be going," Inara stood. "Don't waste my time again." She wondered how Saffron had managed to get her fake identity through all of her strict screening protocols. She would have to review them when she got back to the shuttle.
"I'm not wasting anything," Saffron replied cool and happy. "Zepharian Oil," she said and her smile widened at the look on Inara's face. That hesitation was enough of a victory for now.
Inara turned and walked away, and had the strength to not look back.
"Wave me when you change your mind!" Saffron called and giggled.
Inara wasn't going to though, a rare oil that enhanced sexual pleasure wasn't enough for her to deal with Saffron. Not today anyway.
Title: Is My Lady Pleased?
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: Queen and Consort
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairings: Daenerys/Missandei
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 138
The Queen moaned, her consort's sweet mouth working exquisite magic on her cunt.
The royal bed was adorned with the finest silks; all golds and reds like the rest of the magnificent chamber. There was a substantial thrill in the acting with such free passion in such opulent surroundings.
Holding her consort's head in place with both hands the Queen jerked her hips to match the succulent sucking rhythm of her consort's mouth.
After a loud, liberated, orgasm, the kind that caused the guards just outside the chamber to share a knowing grin, the queen relaxed entirely.
"Is my lady pleased?" Daenerys said, licking her lips, her cheeks and chin wet.
"Very," Missandei nodded. "Please me some more."
Daenerys grinned and dipped her head again.
In this chamber Missandei was queen, and her consort Daenerys served her well.