Challenge 74 - Alcohol
Title: Celebrations
Fandom: Dragon Quest VIII
Pairing: Jessica/Medea
Rating: R-ish
Word count: 200
A/N: Set at the end of the game, so a bit spoilery
Jessica was a little drunk, and more than a little angry. She suspected the celebration would last until morning for most of them. For herself, it had ended when Angelo slipped away with not one, but two of the castle's maids, and now she wanted only to find a place where she might have enough peace and quiet to sleep.
She wasn't certain why she was surprised to run into Princess Medea alone in the halls - the curse had been broken less than a day, with no time to fall back into patterns of propriety - or why she was surprised that Medea was still sweet and gracious, just as she had been the few times she'd been able to speak with them.
Her surprise at being led to the princess's own chambers seemed a bit more reasonable.
Her shock, when Medea slid her blouse off her shoulders and followed its path with her lips, was inevitable.
She thought she should protest, and blamed the drink when she didn't immediately do so. And then Medea's tongue was caressing one nipple to hardness, the moment to protest passed.
"You've...done this before." Not a question.
Medea smiled up at her.
Fandom: Dragon Quest VIII
Pairing: Jessica/Medea
Rating: R-ish
Word count: 200
A/N: Set at the end of the game, so a bit spoilery
Jessica was a little drunk, and more than a little angry. She suspected the celebration would last until morning for most of them. For herself, it had ended when Angelo slipped away with not one, but two of the castle's maids, and now she wanted only to find a place where she might have enough peace and quiet to sleep.
She wasn't certain why she was surprised to run into Princess Medea alone in the halls - the curse had been broken less than a day, with no time to fall back into patterns of propriety - or why she was surprised that Medea was still sweet and gracious, just as she had been the few times she'd been able to speak with them.
Her surprise at being led to the princess's own chambers seemed a bit more reasonable.
Her shock, when Medea slid her blouse off her shoulders and followed its path with her lips, was inevitable.
She thought she should protest, and blamed the drink when she didn't immediately do so. And then Medea's tongue was caressing one nipple to hardness, the moment to protest passed.
"You've...done this before." Not a question.
Medea smiled up at her.