Drabbletag - Cloth
Title: Material
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Cloth
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Pairing: Anamaria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Word count: 240
Notes: Set after At World's End
Anamaria will admit when she’s wrong, although it does not happen often. But in her initial judgement of Elizabeth Swann, she can admit she was completely and utterly mistaken, and she’s glad of it too.
Pretty little slip of a thing, and Anamaria had assumed her to be spoilt and haughty, self-involved and naïve to the world. But Elizabeth is passionate and fierce, at once hopeful and jaded, and for one who has been gifted everything she could ask for from childhood, there’s a hunger in her that leaves Anamaria breathless.
Elizabeth’s fingers curl into the rough and scratchy cloth of Anamaria’s shirts, her lips pressed tight to Anamaria’s throat. The outfit Elizabeth wears is far more ornate, the material expensive and soft beneath Anamaria’s palms. Befitting a Pirate King, she supposes, and she reaches down to palm Elizabeth’s backside, drinking in her amused groan.
She’s not sure why Elizabeth’s sought her out, after all these years, but she has no complaints whatsoever. Not with Elizabeth’s thumbs digging into her nipples through her clothes, dropping down to cup her between her legs, rubbing against the darkening fabric as Anamaria grows wet and restless for the touch.
She wants Elizabeth naked, spread out for Anamaria’s lips and teeth and tongue. But there’ll be time for that soon enough, and for now she’s more than content to grind against the solid heat of Elizabeth’s body, still fully clothed and loving every moment.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Cloth
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean
Pairing: Anamaria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Word count: 240
Notes: Set after At World's End
Anamaria will admit when she’s wrong, although it does not happen often. But in her initial judgement of Elizabeth Swann, she can admit she was completely and utterly mistaken, and she’s glad of it too.
Pretty little slip of a thing, and Anamaria had assumed her to be spoilt and haughty, self-involved and naïve to the world. But Elizabeth is passionate and fierce, at once hopeful and jaded, and for one who has been gifted everything she could ask for from childhood, there’s a hunger in her that leaves Anamaria breathless.
Elizabeth’s fingers curl into the rough and scratchy cloth of Anamaria’s shirts, her lips pressed tight to Anamaria’s throat. The outfit Elizabeth wears is far more ornate, the material expensive and soft beneath Anamaria’s palms. Befitting a Pirate King, she supposes, and she reaches down to palm Elizabeth’s backside, drinking in her amused groan.
She’s not sure why Elizabeth’s sought her out, after all these years, but she has no complaints whatsoever. Not with Elizabeth’s thumbs digging into her nipples through her clothes, dropping down to cup her between her legs, rubbing against the darkening fabric as Anamaria grows wet and restless for the touch.
She wants Elizabeth naked, spread out for Anamaria’s lips and teeth and tongue. But there’ll be time for that soon enough, and for now she’s more than content to grind against the solid heat of Elizabeth’s body, still fully clothed and loving every moment.