Challenge #329 - Desire
Title: Why Does It Burn
Prompt: #329 Desire
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Ariel/Belle
Rating: R
Word count: 200
Ariel never knew human bodies could be so warm. She can feel the heat beneath her lips, taste fresh sweat, salty yet so different from the ocean.
Belle’s fingers are brushing through her hair, and Ariel likes the feel of that, the intimacy. She pushes up against Belle’s hands, just to feel them cradling her head, but her mouth can’t stay separated from all that creamy flesh for long.
She licks the hollows of collarbones, nibbles the column of Belle’s throat. Hurried movements, like she can’t get enough, like she needs more, so much more.
Biting a shoulder, quick nip of teeth. Burying her face in the curve of an armpit, inhaling sharply, and Belle gasps and squirms beneath her.
Ariel loves every little noise, every hitch of breath.
Trailing her lips along the smooth curve of Belle’s breasts, taking a nipple as pink as a rose into her mouth and sucking, and Belle’s hands are rougher now. Holding her hair, rather than stroking it, pulling at it slightly as she tries to arch up against Ariel’s face.
So beautiful, and Ariel’s mouth is moving lower, Belle moaning for her so sweetly.
Ariel never knew desire could burn so hot.
Prompt: #329 Desire
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Ariel/Belle
Rating: R
Word count: 200
Ariel never knew human bodies could be so warm. She can feel the heat beneath her lips, taste fresh sweat, salty yet so different from the ocean.
Belle’s fingers are brushing through her hair, and Ariel likes the feel of that, the intimacy. She pushes up against Belle’s hands, just to feel them cradling her head, but her mouth can’t stay separated from all that creamy flesh for long.
She licks the hollows of collarbones, nibbles the column of Belle’s throat. Hurried movements, like she can’t get enough, like she needs more, so much more.
Biting a shoulder, quick nip of teeth. Burying her face in the curve of an armpit, inhaling sharply, and Belle gasps and squirms beneath her.
Ariel loves every little noise, every hitch of breath.
Trailing her lips along the smooth curve of Belle’s breasts, taking a nipple as pink as a rose into her mouth and sucking, and Belle’s hands are rougher now. Holding her hair, rather than stroking it, pulling at it slightly as she tries to arch up against Ariel’s face.
So beautiful, and Ariel’s mouth is moving lower, Belle moaning for her so sweetly.
Ariel never knew desire could burn so hot.