Drabble: Take A Chance On Me
Title: Take A Chance On Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bridget/Tibby
Prompt(s):Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Bridget/Tibby, future
Word Count: 174
Summary: The pants make you brave.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This was written for spoonerknife's birthday. Happy Birthday, Jack! I hope you enjoy. I will try to get to that longer fic at some point. I used one of the prompts from Porn Battle. I hope you enjoy...comments are love.
Tibby’s finger make quick work of the buttons on Bridget’s jeans. The jeans. She refused to believe that they were the reason that they found themselves in this moment. Only how could she not? What other reason would Bridget have for climbing through her window in the middle of the night and pinning her to the bed? Why else would she have pressed her lips to Tibby’s mouth and erased all thoughts from her mind? Why else were Tibby’s fingers stealing beneath the waistband of cotton, flower printed Jockey’s and seeking out the wet heat she knew she’d find there?
Simultaneous moans fill the air as her fingers make tight circles and Bridget arches up against her. Blue eyes meet hers as she slips inside and hold her gaze until they cloud over and roll skyward as she shatters, Tibby following close behind her. This time when they kiss it’s gentle. It’s full of promise and the future. What it will bring, Tibby doesn’t know, but she knows she has the pants to thank.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bridget/Tibby
Prompt(s):Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Bridget/Tibby, future
Word Count: 174
Summary: The pants make you brave.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This was written for spoonerknife's birthday. Happy Birthday, Jack! I hope you enjoy. I will try to get to that longer fic at some point. I used one of the prompts from Porn Battle. I hope you enjoy...comments are love.
Tibby’s finger make quick work of the buttons on Bridget’s jeans. The jeans. She refused to believe that they were the reason that they found themselves in this moment. Only how could she not? What other reason would Bridget have for climbing through her window in the middle of the night and pinning her to the bed? Why else would she have pressed her lips to Tibby’s mouth and erased all thoughts from her mind? Why else were Tibby’s fingers stealing beneath the waistband of cotton, flower printed Jockey’s and seeking out the wet heat she knew she’d find there?
Simultaneous moans fill the air as her fingers make tight circles and Bridget arches up against her. Blue eyes meet hers as she slips inside and hold her gaze until they cloud over and roll skyward as she shatters, Tibby following close behind her. This time when they kiss it’s gentle. It’s full of promise and the future. What it will bring, Tibby doesn’t know, but she knows she has the pants to thank.