drabbletag7: the librarians, cassandra/eve
Title: Linger Long Past Dawn
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Cassandra/Eve
Rating: M
Word Count: 250
Prompt: Magic
Summary: Eve has been dreaming.
Eve has been dreaming, ever since Bremen and the fairy tales. Every night, there's a prince, with a shining sword and long red hair, and she sweeps Eve off her feet, kisses her senseless. "My lady," she says gallantly, and Eve swoons, falling back onto a soft bed, light as a feather, feeling as if she's floating away.
And while she's had those kind of dreams plenty of times before, never this often, and never with such… intensity. She wakes every morning aching and wet, so sated she can barely move but still wanting more.
It's just the remnants of the enchantment, she's sure, something that will fade with time, and she tries to put it out of her mind, get on with work.
Which is unfortunately not as easy as it should be, because Cassandra keeps looking at her; breathless, knowing glances that make Eve feel so unnerved she can't focus. "Are you…" Cassandra whispers one day when they're alone. "Are you having the dreams?"
"Yes," Eve admits, because there's no point in lying.
"Me too." Cassandra's blushing, and it must be magic, because instead of discussing this in a rational, sensible manner, Eve shoves Cassandra up against the nearest bookshelf and kisses her.
And it's possibly even better than in her dreams, with Cassandra's tongue in her mouth and one slim leg wrapped around her waist and her hand sliding up Cassandra's flimsy little skirt.
"Please," Cassandra begs. "Don't stop."
"Never," Eve promises.
Fandom: The Librarians
Pairing: Cassandra/Eve
Rating: M
Word Count: 250
Prompt: Magic
Summary: Eve has been dreaming.
Eve has been dreaming, ever since Bremen and the fairy tales. Every night, there's a prince, with a shining sword and long red hair, and she sweeps Eve off her feet, kisses her senseless. "My lady," she says gallantly, and Eve swoons, falling back onto a soft bed, light as a feather, feeling as if she's floating away.
And while she's had those kind of dreams plenty of times before, never this often, and never with such… intensity. She wakes every morning aching and wet, so sated she can barely move but still wanting more.
It's just the remnants of the enchantment, she's sure, something that will fade with time, and she tries to put it out of her mind, get on with work.
Which is unfortunately not as easy as it should be, because Cassandra keeps looking at her; breathless, knowing glances that make Eve feel so unnerved she can't focus. "Are you…" Cassandra whispers one day when they're alone. "Are you having the dreams?"
"Yes," Eve admits, because there's no point in lying.
"Me too." Cassandra's blushing, and it must be magic, because instead of discussing this in a rational, sensible manner, Eve shoves Cassandra up against the nearest bookshelf and kisses her.
And it's possibly even better than in her dreams, with Cassandra's tongue in her mouth and one slim leg wrapped around her waist and her hand sliding up Cassandra's flimsy little skirt.
"Please," Cassandra begs. "Don't stop."
"Never," Eve promises.