Glam Kink Meme Post #1
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Have fun prompting, writing, reading, and feedbacking. :)
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By the time they're almost through a whole bottle of tequila, Brooke's sprawled across one of the sofas and Sasha and Cam are on the floor around the table, seated on either side of Tommy. Sasha watches as Tommy's eyes drift shut every few minutes, and the way he giggles each time he pokes Cam in the side only to get smacked in the head. It's a mellow night, the first day they've had free in a week or so.
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Earlier when Tommy was talking about the time he watched lesbian porn with his girlfriend, Brooke had laughed and crawled into Cam's lap and stuck her tongue in Cam's mouth. They made out for a good minute before stopping when Sasha noticed the look in Tommy's eyes.
"You need to get laid, baby," said Brooke when she'd found her way back to the sofa.
Tommy had nodded, a little forlorn.
"We'll get you laid soon, don't worry," Cam said, and tilted her face towards Tommy with a grin. He'd narrowed his eyes at her and then kissed her lips with a laugh.
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Tommy's eyes are drifting shut again when Sasha nudges him, sends him off to bed because the poor boy's been horrible at getting decent sleep. Sasha returns to the lounge area to find Cam on the other side of the table, back against the sofa where Brooke's running fingers through her hair and mussing it up. Sasha winks at Cam and grabs the bottle, taking a swig as she leans against the wall opposite them both.
"How's the girlfriend?" Brooke asks, and Sasha shrugs. Things haven't been going well lately. At all. Being on the road makes the long-distance thing worse sometimes, especially when they're busy almost every night. And when they aren't busy, everyone's too tired to do much that isn't relaxing.
"Want to talk about it?" Cam looks concerned and Sasha feels a surge of love for them both.
"Not really," she tells them with a smile and waves the tequila bottle in Cam's direction. "Tell me why you're all celibate."
Cam purses her lips in protest and Brooke chuckles, fingers still in Cam's hair.
"What? You're hot and single and crazy talented. What's the issue?"
Cam sighs and raises her hands in defeat. "I'm awkward," she says, matter of fact, and Sasha doesn't try to control the snort that escapes her. Brooke tugs Cam's hair and sits up, each leg on either side of Cam.
"You're sexy," she says all stern and leans over upside down in front of Cam's face to look her in the eye.
"Speak for yourself," Cam replies and leans against the knee to her left.
"I'll show you," Brooke says after a beat, and Sasha smiles as Cam's eyes go wide, and takes it as her cue to leave. She stands up and says goodnight, and when Brooke turns around to wave Sasha gives her a wink.
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"I'll show you."
It's the alcohol, plus the fact that Brooke really is outrageously sexy, and the knowledge that Brooke is one of the most easygoing people she knows, which makes her nod once and lean back with a smile.
Brooke runs her hands down the sides of Cam's arms, and Cam feels her skin tingle everywhere Brooke's fingers brush. When Brooke's hands move back up, the tips of her fingers graze the side of Cam's breasts and she shivers involuntarily and shuts her eyes with a sigh. She feels movement behind her, and then suddenly there are lips at her ear and fingers sliding around the front of her throat.
"You," Brooke says, low, thumb tracing Cam's jaw as her fingers rest against her pulse point. "Come here."
Cam feels the press of Brooke's fingers against her throat and moans softly, following the pull of Brooke's fingers and rising to her feet, turning until she's standing between Brook's legs. It's a heady feeling, standing where she is. It's something she hasn't done in a long while and the rush she gets thrums through her. She steals's Brooke's lips with a kiss, fierce and demanding, letting a groan slip at the wet heat of the inside of Brooke's mouth. Brooke gives as good as she gets, hand slipping under the hem of Cam's t-shirt and sliding around to the small of her back.
It's not the first time they've made out, clearly, but it's the first time they've done it with intent, with any kind of destination in mind. Cam climbs on Brooke's lap, straddling her, and grinds down, once.
"Oh, fuck," Brooke whispers, and Cam remembers they're in the middle of the bus, and quiet is good. "You're making me wet," she continues a little breathless, once she's licked a line from the base of Cam's throat up to her ear. Cam grins and ruts down again, sucking Brooke's tongue into her mouth to stifle a moan.
"Thank you," Cam manages, once she pulls away to catch her breath, because she wants this - she's needed this - and Brooke is giving it to her, letting her take and feel and fuck it feels good. She slips a hand between Brooke's legs, and drags her fingers over the crotch of Brooke's sweatpants. When Brooke's head falls back against the sofa, Cam leans over and tongues the shell of her ear saying 'thank you' a second time.
Brooke kisses her again and she tastes it, the earnest 'you're welcome' on the tip of Brooke's tongue where it brushes her own. Brooke pulls back, reaching for Cam's t-shirt and together they get it off. When Brooke reaches around to unclasp her bra Cam stops her, makes her take off her own bra instead. "Leave the t-shirt on, just take out the bra," Cam whispers, because sometimes, like now, that is incredibly sexy.
It's tricky, and Cam helps pull the straps off through the arm holes, and finally, reaching up the front of Brooke's t-shirt, Cam pulls the bra free. She knows the material grazes the peaks of Brooke's nipples when she hears a soft gasp and feels Brooke tremble slightly beneath her. Cam lifts the front of Brooke's tee, just enough to run fingers over her abdomen, because that, and Brooke's ass, are absolute perfection.
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"Ridiculous," Cam muses, awed and turned on and delighted all at once. Brooke leans forward and slides her arms around Cam's waist, kissing the curve of one of Cam's breasts where it meets the curve of the bra, sinking her teeth in just so. "Touch me," she says. "Please." She pulls one of Brooke's hands away from her back and slides it up to her breast, head falling back when Brooke squeezes on demand. She tangles her fingers in Brooke's hair this time, keeping her there as she grinds down, urgent and fired up.
"Brooke," she breathes, fingers tightening in Brooke's hair and pulling her up for a kiss as she feels herself getting close a lot faster than she expected. She needs to touch, to--
"Oh god, fuck, can I?" she asks, fingers at the waist of Brooke's sweatpants, and when Brooke's hips stutter she rises to her knees and yanks off the sweatpants, leaving them to pool at Brooke's feet before struggling out of her own. And then finally she feels the heat of Brooke's legs where they slide against her own, thigh muscles taut beneath her. She reaches out, brushing the hardened nubs of Brooke's nipples where they stand out beneath the thin material and Brooke whimpers, hands gripping Cam's ass and hauling her closer.
Cam kisses her again, hard, and when she leans back she turns and pushes Brooke down on the sofa, moving them such that Brooke's lying beneath her, head pillowed on the arm rest. She sits back and runs her hands up Brooke's calves, up the smooth soft skin of the inside of her thighs, before bending down to taste the wetness that's seeping through Brooke's panties.
"Fuck, Cam," Brooke hisses, and when her legs fall apart further Cam takes it as an invitation, licking harder, tasting, one hand sliding up to squeeze Brooke's breast, round and perfect beneath her t-shirt. 'Kiss me," Brooke manages to get out, hand reaching for Cam, and Cam obeys, crawling up and pressing her lips to Brooke's, letting Brooke taste herself there, and it's almost too much, especially when Brooke moans into her mouth and grinds up against Cam's thigh in frustration.
"Let me," she says quietly against the curve of Brooke's shoulder, moving back down and pulling aside the soaked crotch of Brooke's panties. Cam runs two fingers along the lips of Brooke's cunt, smearing the wetness until it coats her fingers before slipping them inside Brooke. She bends again to taste, lick at where Brooke surrounds her fingers, just because. It's intoxicating, and it is insane how fucking hot Brooke looks when she's flushed and sweaty, fucking herself down on Cam's fingers like that. "Oh god, thank you," she says again, helpless, and then flicks her tongue across Brooke's clit, pulling out her fingers and adding a third, because Brooke is just so fucking wet and open.
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Brooke pulls Cam toward her and Cam falls, letting Brooke take her weight as she rubs her crotch against the smooth skin of Brooke's thigh, her fingers unrelenting, even when Brooke begins to arch off the couch, the curve of her back the sexiest fucking thing Cam has seen - has felt - in too damn long. Cam's mouth hangs open, a perpetual gasp as Brooke begins to fall apart beneath her, riding the edge herself as she grinds harder along Brooke's thigh, and she can see where her own wetness glistens, beautiful on Brooke's flawless skin. Cam moves, presses her face against Brooke's neck.
"Come on, please," Cam pants, harsh. "Now, oh - oh fuck," she whimpers and has to clamp a hand over Brooke's mouth as Brooke shakes apart, keening, loud and hot beneath her. The flood around her four fingers and the tight gorgeous heat is all it takes, and Cam feels her orgasm rip through her, lips blindly seeking out Brooke's as she shudders through the shock of it.
"Oh god," she whispers, when she can finally hear her own thoughts beyond the rushing noise and pounding of her heart. She slips her fingers from Brooke, slowly, bringing them up to her lips. Brooke stills her hand and instead, slips Cam's fingers into her own mouth, tongue sweeping over fingers and eyes slipping shut as she tastes herself. She pulls Cam's fingers out and tilts her head, pushing her tongue and taste into Cam's mouth this way.
Brooke smiles against her lips after a while and lets her head fall back, just breathing.
"I think I should be the one thanking you," she says after a while, and Cam grins, mouths a 'you're so very welcome', and tucks herself against Brooke's side, just for a while.
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HOT HOT HOT!
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The ladies on this tour are just way too fucking hot for there not to be any. And the lack of femmeslash was making me so, so sad!
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And don't worry, this doesn't seem like your first time writing femmeslash at ALL! :D
But seriously GURRL (or guy :/)... DAMN THIS WAS HAWT! XD
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Thank you tho :D
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