Challenge #112: Pirates - Tank Girl/Jet
Title: Sweet Thievery
Prompt: Challenge #112-Pirate
Fandom: Tank Girl
Pairing: Tank Girl (Rebecca)/Jet
Rating: Adult
Word count: 200
A/N: Yay to my returning muses!
She figured that is what they were now. Pirates. Or the Robin Hood version of pirates. Taking from the rich and giving to all. Only instead of an ocean they had the endless white desert of their ruined land, and instead of a ship they had her tank.
Before they destroyed Water and Power Jet thought Rebecca lacked the ability to take anything seriously, it was what made this new life of hers so intriguing. But after it was over, once the water ran free, Rebecca would kiss her again. And this time it wouldn’t be a game, it wouldn’t be an impulsive ploy to save her from a slimy superior, this time it would be very real. And Jet would like it. Really like it. More than the high she got from escaping Water and Power and so much more than her early hurried fumblings with the inexperienced soldiers. Because Rebecca, amid the smiling strip tease and masochism, had a perfectly patient touch that tingled and then hurt, hurt and then burned, burned and then throbbed as she stole every last moan and cry, every last ounce of Jet’s nail digging strength in a singular act of sweet thievery.
Prompt: Challenge #112-Pirate
Fandom: Tank Girl
Pairing: Tank Girl (Rebecca)/Jet
Rating: Adult
Word count: 200
A/N: Yay to my returning muses!
She figured that is what they were now. Pirates. Or the Robin Hood version of pirates. Taking from the rich and giving to all. Only instead of an ocean they had the endless white desert of their ruined land, and instead of a ship they had her tank.
Before they destroyed Water and Power Jet thought Rebecca lacked the ability to take anything seriously, it was what made this new life of hers so intriguing. But after it was over, once the water ran free, Rebecca would kiss her again. And this time it wouldn’t be a game, it wouldn’t be an impulsive ploy to save her from a slimy superior, this time it would be very real. And Jet would like it. Really like it. More than the high she got from escaping Water and Power and so much more than her early hurried fumblings with the inexperienced soldiers. Because Rebecca, amid the smiling strip tease and masochism, had a perfectly patient touch that tingled and then hurt, hurt and then burned, burned and then throbbed as she stole every last moan and cry, every last ounce of Jet’s nail digging strength in a singular act of sweet thievery.