Worship to a Scream (GG; Blanche/Dorothy; PG-13/T; #489: Doubt)
Title: Worship to a Scream
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: The other part of the pairing is never identified, but I definitely had Blanche/Dorothy in mind for this one.
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 #489: Doubt
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 177
Date Written: 7 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It's been years since she last experienced any doubt while laying flat on her back, but it's beginning to creep into her mind now. It's Friday night. She should be out on the town and having the time of her life. She should be completely surrounded by men falling over themselves to wait and dote upon her and fighting with each other for the honor of becoming the one she'll take home tonight. But, instead, she hasn't even gone out and has a woman in her bed.
Fingers graze up the inside of her calf. They don't stop at the wrinkles she claims not to possess. They caress them, as well. Her fingertips' caress is so soft it's almost a kiss in its own right, and no spot of her calf is forgotten. It's all honored. It's all worshipped. Then teeth touch her, and all her thoughts fly out of her mind with a delightful scream. There's no room for thoughts, or doubt, of any kind when she's experiencing the greatest pleasure she's ever known again tonight.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: The other part of the pairing is never identified, but I definitely had Blanche/Dorothy in mind for this one.
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 #489: Doubt
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 177
Date Written: 7 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It's been years since she last experienced any doubt while laying flat on her back, but it's beginning to creep into her mind now. It's Friday night. She should be out on the town and having the time of her life. She should be completely surrounded by men falling over themselves to wait and dote upon her and fighting with each other for the honor of becoming the one she'll take home tonight. But, instead, she hasn't even gone out and has a woman in her bed.
Fingers graze up the inside of her calf. They don't stop at the wrinkles she claims not to possess. They caress them, as well. Her fingertips' caress is so soft it's almost a kiss in its own right, and no spot of her calf is forgotten. It's all honored. It's all worshipped. Then teeth touch her, and all her thoughts fly out of her mind with a delightful scream. There's no room for thoughts, or doubt, of any kind when she's experiencing the greatest pleasure she's ever known again tonight.
The End