I Am Such a Whore for Robin
Title: Treasure Hunt
Pairing: Robin/Nami
Rating: R
Theme: Exploration
Word count: 286
Notes: I know its been very very quiet around this Wonderful World of Lesbians, but god damnit, I want some girl smut!
If anyone in the world could appreciate the fine art of sneakiness, it would you. Of course, ‘appreciate’ may not be the best adjective to be used in the current situation. Perhaps ‘adore’ or ‘worship’ or whatever else could properly describe what you have come to feel pressed against this cool smooth stone. It lends just enough incline for you to lean against and arch your back when one slender hand grasps your hip, as its partner slips slowly down the front of your shorts. You laugh out loud as an unexpected third slides up the small of your back, then around to tickle the taut stretch of belly.
“So, where’s this treasure you were leading me to?” you ask, sort of wishing that your voice was less breathy, but proud that you still have enough focus to be just a tiny bit coy.
“I’ll let you know when I find it, Miss Navigator,” she whispers with amusement to the curve of your neck while sliding her hand just a little bit lower towards your heat, curling her fingers just a little more wicked. You gasp at that, grateful for the wall which lends you balance even as your knees weaken and your legs spread. Another twist has you crying out, clutching at her shoulders with a desperation to which you would never admit.
For a moment its too much, and wall or no wall, you are convinced that you are heading straight down to the ground. But strong hands grasp your watery thighs, clutch tightly to the curve of your ass, and hold you up while still pressing deep inside. You rock your hips and hold on tight, now knowing treasure as a re-definable thing.
ps - I really need a better icon to use for this community...
Pairing: Robin/Nami
Rating: R
Theme: Exploration
Word count: 286
Notes: I know its been very very quiet around this Wonderful World of Lesbians, but god damnit, I want some girl smut!
If anyone in the world could appreciate the fine art of sneakiness, it would you. Of course, ‘appreciate’ may not be the best adjective to be used in the current situation. Perhaps ‘adore’ or ‘worship’ or whatever else could properly describe what you have come to feel pressed against this cool smooth stone. It lends just enough incline for you to lean against and arch your back when one slender hand grasps your hip, as its partner slips slowly down the front of your shorts. You laugh out loud as an unexpected third slides up the small of your back, then around to tickle the taut stretch of belly.
“So, where’s this treasure you were leading me to?” you ask, sort of wishing that your voice was less breathy, but proud that you still have enough focus to be just a tiny bit coy.
“I’ll let you know when I find it, Miss Navigator,” she whispers with amusement to the curve of your neck while sliding her hand just a little bit lower towards your heat, curling her fingers just a little more wicked. You gasp at that, grateful for the wall which lends you balance even as your knees weaken and your legs spread. Another twist has you crying out, clutching at her shoulders with a desperation to which you would never admit.
For a moment its too much, and wall or no wall, you are convinced that you are heading straight down to the ground. But strong hands grasp your watery thighs, clutch tightly to the curve of your ass, and hold you up while still pressing deep inside. You rock your hips and hold on tight, now knowing treasure as a re-definable thing.
ps - I really need a better icon to use for this community...