Cream and Pearls - f/f fic
This is a first attempt at writing femslash, hope it works.
Title - Cream and Pearls
Words - 1131
Plunny - Charis, or rather a link provided by Charis ;) image
When Felicity first requested than Jane became her regular contracted photographer no one had thought anything of it, least of all Jane. It was flattering to have her talent recognised but the truth she’d thought was more that Felicity and a few of the other models felt safe with her. When it came to lingerie shots they wanted her safe practical guidance not the leer of a male behind the lens.
There’d been one or two causal jokes about the job being a lesbian’s dream but while Jane felt at first that eyes had gotten curious and a touch serious there, the humour was gentle and she’d laughed it off cheerfully without feeling judged.
She got the best shots. The models relaxing and taking her guidance with good humour, smiles friendly and translating well to film. Results were proudly shown, pictures that would make a woman want to buy the products and persuade husbands to treat the one they should. Nothing sleazy or suspect ever suggested.
This evenings shot was closed doors. Felicity and Jane alone with the camera, lighting lowered except for the bright stage. Felicity seemed a little nervous but Jane adjusted her camera lens, altered the direction of the lights and pottered casually around until she relaxed. Not having seen the latest outfit it took her by surprise and she found herself poised, mouth dry, attempting to photograph with the lens cap still in place. Felicity’s giggle cleared the tension and Jane’s rueful smile didn’t own the error as real.
Felicity looked a dream. Cream and Ivory and Pearls. Her skin glowed with natural good health and looked smooth, incredibly soft. Flawless. Jane wanted licence to examine every inch, to study it’s perfection, kiss it’s beauty and catalogue any miniscule flaw with her tongue. Her dark hair was unadorned falling in a sleek curtain and subtle makeup showed pretty face without distraction. She didn’t need make-up, she probably woke from bed looking so elegant.
Laughing shyly Felicity lifted her fingers to her mouth and Jane’s voice sounded rough was she directed her to keep that poise, quickly snapping of a few shots in tandem. The faint blush that coloured Felicities cheeks was adorable, it matched the pale pebbled tips of her breasts. All too visible for Jane’s sanity.
As directed Felicity looked up, through her lashes and the image of her sitting there hat to be too much. This was too hot for their standard publication it would surely burn through the other images! Jane was trying not to look to close, impossible while snapping photo after photo of this dream, this fantasy of flesh. She’d have to develop the photos too, would be trapped in her dark room with that face immortalised and staring coyly at her. Teasing her.
The need was to hunt out a winter coat and drape those milky shoulders. Temptation was to coax the lithe legs further a part and better examine the outfit and it’s wearer. As if hearing that thought Felicity brought her legs up and opened them. Jane heard her own moan, loud and obvious in the quiet studio. What she also saw, when she dragged her eyes up was Felicity begin to smile. A real smile, all predator.
The lingerie if it could so be called, hid nothing. Strings of pearls. Classy but not the type your grandma wore! Double strings shaped by simple ribbon bows. Shaping a bra but leaving plump shapely breast free. Touchable. Under her hypnotised eyes the nipples peaked, begging attention she would eagerly offer. The panties were a further torture.
More pearls. Nothing proper about them. Smooth shaven skin, stringed pearls that must rub and ease at lower lips. Jane wetted her mouth and tried to find her voice. Felicity moved sinuously, sighing as she flexed her long, silky legs. Jane forgot everything, her camera heavy in her hand as Felicity started to crawl towards her, and oh my, a ribbon parted the perfect globes of her arse and was tied with a pretty bow.
Closing her eyes and breathing steady, once, twice, Jane opened her eyes again and saw the individual lashes of Felicity’s eyes, the dark gleam that surveyed her. Then she saw the smile waver and the tint of worry and hope that mixed with promise. It was what decided her. That touch of doubt, that humanity in the goddesses guise. She allowed her fingers to reach forward and whimpered at the feel of skin. Felicity’s eyes darkened, breath gushing out to tease her lips. She heard the whisper, of how her favourite muse had wondered, had dared to hope. The teasing and prying became more clear, models helping, and this photo shoot, timed after hours and private.
Jane’s clothes fell to the floor, dark heavy fabrics falling next to the sheer negligee that was draped there. Felicity looked as thrilled as Jane felt. They leaned in to each other and kissed. Strawberry lip gloss shared as they moved closer. Plump breasts pushing against her comparatively flat chest, breasts she needed to touch. Her fingers found and played with bows and Felicity shimmied next to her. Delicious.
Skin tasted even better than it looked, incredibly smooth. Falling, sliding to the floor, their arms and legs tangled, rubbing against each other and kissing, always kissing. Hot, open mouthed and quick pecking kisses raining down, covering as much skin as possible.
Plucking at intimate pearls Jane pulled, dragging them so they rubbed and drew breathless moans. Fingers followed those shimmering beads and explored heat, slick and welcoming as legs scissored beckoning her deeper and moving to slide along her own. Slender hands were stronger than they looked, tugging at her trousers slipping within, finding her wet and ready and humming musical approval.
Kicking free of clothes Jane pressed nearer, lowering her head to lick the tip of a nipple and suckle lightly on the peak, drinking up the sighs and bucks of hips. Her own breasts were cupped and weighed. Thumbs pressed her nipples, circling them and driving her sweetly to heaven. Loosing themselves in kisses and whispered promises they rubbed against each other. Hands and mouths moving everywhere. Circling and delving to feed the fires burning inside until clutching each other they crested, gasping open mouthed, tangled in as pretty a picture ever saved on film.
Dressing, interrupted by wandering hands and mouths reluctant to part they gathered their things, laughing as they put the studio quickly to rights and dressed, those pearl undergarments slid beneath discreet tasteful clothing. They left together, hands linking and hearts light. Stumbling into each other as they danced their way to the nearest apartment, still desperate to be close. Popping open wine they ignored all but the bedroom to set about celebrating fully their new partnership.
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Title - Cream and Pearls
Words - 1131
Plunny - Charis, or rather a link provided by Charis ;) image
When Felicity first requested than Jane became her regular contracted photographer no one had thought anything of it, least of all Jane. It was flattering to have her talent recognised but the truth she’d thought was more that Felicity and a few of the other models felt safe with her. When it came to lingerie shots they wanted her safe practical guidance not the leer of a male behind the lens.
There’d been one or two causal jokes about the job being a lesbian’s dream but while Jane felt at first that eyes had gotten curious and a touch serious there, the humour was gentle and she’d laughed it off cheerfully without feeling judged.
She got the best shots. The models relaxing and taking her guidance with good humour, smiles friendly and translating well to film. Results were proudly shown, pictures that would make a woman want to buy the products and persuade husbands to treat the one they should. Nothing sleazy or suspect ever suggested.
This evenings shot was closed doors. Felicity and Jane alone with the camera, lighting lowered except for the bright stage. Felicity seemed a little nervous but Jane adjusted her camera lens, altered the direction of the lights and pottered casually around until she relaxed. Not having seen the latest outfit it took her by surprise and she found herself poised, mouth dry, attempting to photograph with the lens cap still in place. Felicity’s giggle cleared the tension and Jane’s rueful smile didn’t own the error as real.
Felicity looked a dream. Cream and Ivory and Pearls. Her skin glowed with natural good health and looked smooth, incredibly soft. Flawless. Jane wanted licence to examine every inch, to study it’s perfection, kiss it’s beauty and catalogue any miniscule flaw with her tongue. Her dark hair was unadorned falling in a sleek curtain and subtle makeup showed pretty face without distraction. She didn’t need make-up, she probably woke from bed looking so elegant.
Laughing shyly Felicity lifted her fingers to her mouth and Jane’s voice sounded rough was she directed her to keep that poise, quickly snapping of a few shots in tandem. The faint blush that coloured Felicities cheeks was adorable, it matched the pale pebbled tips of her breasts. All too visible for Jane’s sanity.
As directed Felicity looked up, through her lashes and the image of her sitting there hat to be too much. This was too hot for their standard publication it would surely burn through the other images! Jane was trying not to look to close, impossible while snapping photo after photo of this dream, this fantasy of flesh. She’d have to develop the photos too, would be trapped in her dark room with that face immortalised and staring coyly at her. Teasing her.
The need was to hunt out a winter coat and drape those milky shoulders. Temptation was to coax the lithe legs further a part and better examine the outfit and it’s wearer. As if hearing that thought Felicity brought her legs up and opened them. Jane heard her own moan, loud and obvious in the quiet studio. What she also saw, when she dragged her eyes up was Felicity begin to smile. A real smile, all predator.
The lingerie if it could so be called, hid nothing. Strings of pearls. Classy but not the type your grandma wore! Double strings shaped by simple ribbon bows. Shaping a bra but leaving plump shapely breast free. Touchable. Under her hypnotised eyes the nipples peaked, begging attention she would eagerly offer. The panties were a further torture.
More pearls. Nothing proper about them. Smooth shaven skin, stringed pearls that must rub and ease at lower lips. Jane wetted her mouth and tried to find her voice. Felicity moved sinuously, sighing as she flexed her long, silky legs. Jane forgot everything, her camera heavy in her hand as Felicity started to crawl towards her, and oh my, a ribbon parted the perfect globes of her arse and was tied with a pretty bow.
Closing her eyes and breathing steady, once, twice, Jane opened her eyes again and saw the individual lashes of Felicity’s eyes, the dark gleam that surveyed her. Then she saw the smile waver and the tint of worry and hope that mixed with promise. It was what decided her. That touch of doubt, that humanity in the goddesses guise. She allowed her fingers to reach forward and whimpered at the feel of skin. Felicity’s eyes darkened, breath gushing out to tease her lips. She heard the whisper, of how her favourite muse had wondered, had dared to hope. The teasing and prying became more clear, models helping, and this photo shoot, timed after hours and private.
Jane’s clothes fell to the floor, dark heavy fabrics falling next to the sheer negligee that was draped there. Felicity looked as thrilled as Jane felt. They leaned in to each other and kissed. Strawberry lip gloss shared as they moved closer. Plump breasts pushing against her comparatively flat chest, breasts she needed to touch. Her fingers found and played with bows and Felicity shimmied next to her. Delicious.
Skin tasted even better than it looked, incredibly smooth. Falling, sliding to the floor, their arms and legs tangled, rubbing against each other and kissing, always kissing. Hot, open mouthed and quick pecking kisses raining down, covering as much skin as possible.
Plucking at intimate pearls Jane pulled, dragging them so they rubbed and drew breathless moans. Fingers followed those shimmering beads and explored heat, slick and welcoming as legs scissored beckoning her deeper and moving to slide along her own. Slender hands were stronger than they looked, tugging at her trousers slipping within, finding her wet and ready and humming musical approval.
Kicking free of clothes Jane pressed nearer, lowering her head to lick the tip of a nipple and suckle lightly on the peak, drinking up the sighs and bucks of hips. Her own breasts were cupped and weighed. Thumbs pressed her nipples, circling them and driving her sweetly to heaven. Loosing themselves in kisses and whispered promises they rubbed against each other. Hands and mouths moving everywhere. Circling and delving to feed the fires burning inside until clutching each other they crested, gasping open mouthed, tangled in as pretty a picture ever saved on film.
Dressing, interrupted by wandering hands and mouths reluctant to part they gathered their things, laughing as they put the studio quickly to rights and dressed, those pearl undergarments slid beneath discreet tasteful clothing. They left together, hands linking and hearts light. Stumbling into each other as they danced their way to the nearest apartment, still desperate to be close. Popping open wine they ignored all but the bedroom to set about celebrating fully their new partnership.
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