Drabble Cycle: Kinks, Orphan Black, Altered States
Title: Middle Ground
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Sarah/Alison
Prompt: Altered States
Rating: M
Word Count: 200
Summary: Alison has had too much to drink. Again.
The room tilts dangerously, and suddenly, the couch is beneath Alison. --Which is strange, because a moment ago, she'd been standing (sort of).
And what is stranger is that her grip around the glass of champagne is firm. She laughs at that, but it sounds far away.
There is a sudden warmth next to her, and whoever is warm is taking the glass out of her hand.
"I hope alcoholism doesn't run in the family. Well, our family, at least." Oh, right, Sarah is here.
Alison tries to think of a retort, but comes up empty. Instead, she smirks at her.
Sarah leans closer, her very warm hand creeping under her blouse, up towards her bra, her fingernails tickling her skin as she does so.
Alison tries to angles herself upwards, to take in more of the warmth (and touch).
She hears Sarah snicker, sliding her hand into the cup of her bra, circling her already hard nipple before pinching it.
Alison half-yelps, grips the couch cushion tightly.
Sarah laughs. "So the alcohol didn't numb your senses entirely."
Alison responds to that by spreading her legs, inviting her, hoping someone more sober than her can take a hint.
Sarah does.
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Sarah/Alison
Prompt: Altered States
Rating: M
Word Count: 200
Summary: Alison has had too much to drink. Again.
The room tilts dangerously, and suddenly, the couch is beneath Alison. --Which is strange, because a moment ago, she'd been standing (sort of).
And what is stranger is that her grip around the glass of champagne is firm. She laughs at that, but it sounds far away.
There is a sudden warmth next to her, and whoever is warm is taking the glass out of her hand.
"I hope alcoholism doesn't run in the family. Well, our family, at least." Oh, right, Sarah is here.
Alison tries to think of a retort, but comes up empty. Instead, she smirks at her.
Sarah leans closer, her very warm hand creeping under her blouse, up towards her bra, her fingernails tickling her skin as she does so.
Alison tries to angles herself upwards, to take in more of the warmth (and touch).
She hears Sarah snicker, sliding her hand into the cup of her bra, circling her already hard nipple before pinching it.
Alison half-yelps, grips the couch cushion tightly.
Sarah laughs. "So the alcohol didn't numb your senses entirely."
Alison responds to that by spreading her legs, inviting her, hoping someone more sober than her can take a hint.
Sarah does.