Riddled With Cliches, Lost Girl/Doctor Who (Kenzi/Jo Grant), PG13
Title: Riddled With Cliches
Challenge #303 - Sweet
Pairing: Kenzi/Jo Grant
Fandoms: Lost Girl/Doctor Who
Rating: PG13, kissing, language, sex
Length: 200 words
Spoilers: none, as far as I can think of?
Notes: I think I wrote this just to prove to myself that I could. It's also possibly my favoritest new f/f pairing.
Kenzi wants to be all I don't do this sort of thing or I don't like girls, but Jo Grant smells sweet (like a prim and proper girl, and Kenzi's always had a thing about corrupting people), and her breasts are right there. Not to mention she's practically got her lips all over Kenzi's anyway, and there's something about a woman who doesn't turn a hair when giant salt shakers chase her, or climbs fire escapes in impractical boots, and--
Of course Kenzi's screwed. Not that she minds, with Jo's hands fluttering in surprise until they settle very firmly at Kenzi's hips, pulling her closer while Kenzi gets her hands on Jo's tits. And, shit, they are just the right size--and from the sounds Jo's making as Kenzi kneads them, she's in full agreement about more than just the kissing.
Really, Kenzi should have known living with a succubus would be bad for her sexual orientation (even if she's pretty sure she might have leaned that way, repression being a fine art to Kenzi). And she's sure she'll complain--just as soon as Jo stops making that desperate little keening noise, and Kenzi's own personal demands are dealt with.
Challenge #303 - Sweet
Pairing: Kenzi/Jo Grant
Fandoms: Lost Girl/Doctor Who
Rating: PG13, kissing, language, sex
Length: 200 words
Spoilers: none, as far as I can think of?
Notes: I think I wrote this just to prove to myself that I could. It's also possibly my favoritest new f/f pairing.
Kenzi wants to be all I don't do this sort of thing or I don't like girls, but Jo Grant smells sweet (like a prim and proper girl, and Kenzi's always had a thing about corrupting people), and her breasts are right there. Not to mention she's practically got her lips all over Kenzi's anyway, and there's something about a woman who doesn't turn a hair when giant salt shakers chase her, or climbs fire escapes in impractical boots, and--
Of course Kenzi's screwed. Not that she minds, with Jo's hands fluttering in surprise until they settle very firmly at Kenzi's hips, pulling her closer while Kenzi gets her hands on Jo's tits. And, shit, they are just the right size--and from the sounds Jo's making as Kenzi kneads them, she's in full agreement about more than just the kissing.
Really, Kenzi should have known living with a succubus would be bad for her sexual orientation (even if she's pretty sure she might have leaned that way, repression being a fine art to Kenzi). And she's sure she'll complain--just as soon as Jo stops making that desperate little keening noise, and Kenzi's own personal demands are dealt with.