Ficlet: Lipstick Over Lilac, Erica/Lydia, NC-17, #080 Stain
Author: salmon-pink
Title: Lipstick Over Lilac
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Erica/Lydia
Character/s: Erica, Lydia
Summary: Lydia's prissy, Erica's hungry, and those panties are ruined.
Warnings: Sexual content, sex in Coach's office
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 495
Prompt: #080 Stain
Author's Notes: Happy Friday!
Lydia’s breathing heavily, these soft little noises caught in her throat that she stubbornly refuses to voice, but Erica can hear all the same. Hands tangled up in Erica’s hair, tugging in a way that’s just the right side of vicious.
Erica grins against the pale skin of Lydia’s thighs. Digging in with her thumbs, hard enough there’ll be purple marks up those gorgeous legs tomorrow, and she knows Lydia will be angry about that later, but that’s half the fun.
Sometimes Erica honestly doesn’t know what’s hotter; the way Lydia’s face gets so soft and open when she’s getting off, or that cold steel in her eyes when she’s pissed and ready to make Erica pay.
She drags her mouth higher, licking along the seams of Lydia’s panties, the scent there so thick and sweet. Kissing at the fabric until it grows wet with Erica’s spit, with Lydia’s arousal. Fucking her face forward a little just to get a shaky gasp and Lydia’s hands yanking her hair sharply enough to make Erica’s eyes prickle.
“Gonna make you come for me,” Erica growls, voice muffled by the way she’s rubbing her face against Lydia’s cunt. The smells of Coach’s office, coffee and sweat and markers and lacrosse gear, are all faded now, overpowered by sex and Lydia’s perfume.
The noise Lydia makes is low and hungry, but it wavers at the end, and Lydia’s hand is sliding down, pushing at Erica’s forehead impatiently. “Wait, wait a second,” Lydia huffs, sounding annoyed, and Erica sighs, sits back on her heels and gives Lydia her most unimpressed stare.
Lydia glares right back, and then she’s glancing down, clicking her tongue, and the temperature in the room seems to drop. “I knew it,” she hisses, rubbing in irritation at the lipstick stains Erica’s left all over her thighs. “Do you always have to be so damn messy?”
Erica shrugs, letting her lips pull into a leer. “Like you don’t enjoy it when I’m messy.”
Lydia shoots her an icy look. “What am supposed to do about this?” she snaps, spreading her legs, showing the waxy red lipstick smeared across her pretty lilac panties, the print of Erica’s mouth repeated over and over.
Erica smirks, letting her gaze drag over Lydia’s body, slow and dirty. “Maybe you should just take them off,” she suggests.
She’s pretty sure Lydia’s about to kick her in the stomach and storm off. Wouldn’t be the first time.
But then Lydia gives a put-upon sigh, bracing her hands on the arms of Coach’s chair and lifting her hips. “Are you going to help me or what?” she says, and she manages to make it sound pissy and flirty at the same time, something Erica’s always a little impressed by.
She’s not about to tell Lydia that though. So instead she reaches up, tugs the fabric of the panties down over Lydia’s ass, more than ready to get all that heated skin beneath the lilac.
Title: Lipstick Over Lilac
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Erica/Lydia
Character/s: Erica, Lydia
Summary: Lydia's prissy, Erica's hungry, and those panties are ruined.
Warnings: Sexual content, sex in Coach's office
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 495
Prompt: #080 Stain
Author's Notes: Happy Friday!
Lydia’s breathing heavily, these soft little noises caught in her throat that she stubbornly refuses to voice, but Erica can hear all the same. Hands tangled up in Erica’s hair, tugging in a way that’s just the right side of vicious.
Erica grins against the pale skin of Lydia’s thighs. Digging in with her thumbs, hard enough there’ll be purple marks up those gorgeous legs tomorrow, and she knows Lydia will be angry about that later, but that’s half the fun.
Sometimes Erica honestly doesn’t know what’s hotter; the way Lydia’s face gets so soft and open when she’s getting off, or that cold steel in her eyes when she’s pissed and ready to make Erica pay.
She drags her mouth higher, licking along the seams of Lydia’s panties, the scent there so thick and sweet. Kissing at the fabric until it grows wet with Erica’s spit, with Lydia’s arousal. Fucking her face forward a little just to get a shaky gasp and Lydia’s hands yanking her hair sharply enough to make Erica’s eyes prickle.
“Gonna make you come for me,” Erica growls, voice muffled by the way she’s rubbing her face against Lydia’s cunt. The smells of Coach’s office, coffee and sweat and markers and lacrosse gear, are all faded now, overpowered by sex and Lydia’s perfume.
The noise Lydia makes is low and hungry, but it wavers at the end, and Lydia’s hand is sliding down, pushing at Erica’s forehead impatiently. “Wait, wait a second,” Lydia huffs, sounding annoyed, and Erica sighs, sits back on her heels and gives Lydia her most unimpressed stare.
Lydia glares right back, and then she’s glancing down, clicking her tongue, and the temperature in the room seems to drop. “I knew it,” she hisses, rubbing in irritation at the lipstick stains Erica’s left all over her thighs. “Do you always have to be so damn messy?”
Erica shrugs, letting her lips pull into a leer. “Like you don’t enjoy it when I’m messy.”
Lydia shoots her an icy look. “What am supposed to do about this?” she snaps, spreading her legs, showing the waxy red lipstick smeared across her pretty lilac panties, the print of Erica’s mouth repeated over and over.
Erica smirks, letting her gaze drag over Lydia’s body, slow and dirty. “Maybe you should just take them off,” she suggests.
She’s pretty sure Lydia’s about to kick her in the stomach and storm off. Wouldn’t be the first time.
But then Lydia gives a put-upon sigh, bracing her hands on the arms of Coach’s chair and lifting her hips. “Are you going to help me or what?” she says, and she manages to make it sound pissy and flirty at the same time, something Erica’s always a little impressed by.
She’s not about to tell Lydia that though. So instead she reaches up, tugs the fabric of the panties down over Lydia’s ass, more than ready to get all that heated skin beneath the lilac.