Mine (lorena/sookie, NC-17)
so this idea popped into my head while i was watching last week's true blood, specifically when lorena and bill were talking before he fucks her (wtf was that anyway? and the head spinning, shit dude). i had this image of lorena hatefucking sookie and only referring to her as waitress rather than her name as a way of staking her claim over bill, and it wouldn't leave my head until i wrote something and this is what came out. i don't think it's all that good, but whatever, you be the judge.
Title: Mine
Pairing: Lorena/Sookie
Rating: NC-17, for sex and language
Word Count: 575
Disclaimer: don't own anything, alan ball and hbo do.
“Whatever it is that you’re planning on doing to me won’t work, Bill can sense when I’m in trouble and if you so much as lay a finger on me he’ll be here in a second and-“
Lorena bared her fangs and growled at Sookie. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” In an instant she was across the room and had Sookie pinned against the wall. She smiled conspiratorially. “I won’t hurt you. At least, not in the way you’re thinking. I just want to see what William sees in you. After all, you’re just a fucking little waitress.” She tore off Sookie’s t-shirt and stared for a moment at the other girl’s newly exposed skin, then leaned in and scraped her teeth lightly across her neck. Sookie gasped involuntarily, causing Lorena to smirk. “You like this? Well, let’s see just how much you want this, waitress.” Lorena shoved her hand down Sookie’s skirt and pressed against her through her underwear, but she could feel the wetness there. “My, my, you’re soaked. Looks like you’re really enjoying this. I wonder if William knows his precious little waitress is a whore who likes it rough.”
Without warning, Lorena thrust three fingers inside Sookie, causing the blonde to cry out. Lorena knew it was probably uncomfortable for the other girl, but she didn’t care. This wasn’t about making her feel good. This was about Bill. Lorena wanted to show him what a slut his beloved waitress was, how she was so far beneath him. That she, Lorena, was the only woman truly worthy of a man like Bill Compton.
She continued thrusting hard into Sookie, whose moans had turned from pain and discomfort to pleasure and desperation. The little bitch is actually getting off on this. The thought turned Lorena on more than she cared to admit. She didn’t want Sookie to want this, she wanted her to feel it and remember it the next day when it was hard to walk. She wanted Bill to see Sookie so thoroughly fucked by someone else that it broke him and he came back to Lorena, where he belonged. Angrily she pulled out of Sookie, who whimpered at the loss of contact, and bent her over the side of the table. She quickly resumed her thrusting, this time adding a fourth finger and eventually using her whole fist to fuck the other girl. Sookie could barely breathe, the feeling was so intense; she could only gasp and whimper as her orgasm drew closer and closer. Lorena could feel Sookie clenching around her hand and knew she was close, but there was something she needed to do before she could let the other girl come. She reached up with her free hand and pulled Sookie’s left bra strap down her arm, and Lorena bent her head to lick at the flesh just above where the swell of her breast met her chest. Lorena kept Sookie teetering on the brink of orgasm for a few moments, before sinking her teeth into the skin and drinking.
The sensation was all that Sookie needed, and she exploded all over Lorena’s hand. Lorena allowed Sookie to ride out the waves, then roughly removed her hand and wiped it on Sookie’s discarded shirt. She flipped Sookie over so she could look her in the eye.
“He’s mine, you fucking pathetic little waitress. Stay the fuck away from him. Bill Compton is mine.”
Title: Mine
Pairing: Lorena/Sookie
Rating: NC-17, for sex and language
Word Count: 575
Disclaimer: don't own anything, alan ball and hbo do.
“Whatever it is that you’re planning on doing to me won’t work, Bill can sense when I’m in trouble and if you so much as lay a finger on me he’ll be here in a second and-“
Lorena bared her fangs and growled at Sookie. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” In an instant she was across the room and had Sookie pinned against the wall. She smiled conspiratorially. “I won’t hurt you. At least, not in the way you’re thinking. I just want to see what William sees in you. After all, you’re just a fucking little waitress.” She tore off Sookie’s t-shirt and stared for a moment at the other girl’s newly exposed skin, then leaned in and scraped her teeth lightly across her neck. Sookie gasped involuntarily, causing Lorena to smirk. “You like this? Well, let’s see just how much you want this, waitress.” Lorena shoved her hand down Sookie’s skirt and pressed against her through her underwear, but she could feel the wetness there. “My, my, you’re soaked. Looks like you’re really enjoying this. I wonder if William knows his precious little waitress is a whore who likes it rough.”
Without warning, Lorena thrust three fingers inside Sookie, causing the blonde to cry out. Lorena knew it was probably uncomfortable for the other girl, but she didn’t care. This wasn’t about making her feel good. This was about Bill. Lorena wanted to show him what a slut his beloved waitress was, how she was so far beneath him. That she, Lorena, was the only woman truly worthy of a man like Bill Compton.
She continued thrusting hard into Sookie, whose moans had turned from pain and discomfort to pleasure and desperation. The little bitch is actually getting off on this. The thought turned Lorena on more than she cared to admit. She didn’t want Sookie to want this, she wanted her to feel it and remember it the next day when it was hard to walk. She wanted Bill to see Sookie so thoroughly fucked by someone else that it broke him and he came back to Lorena, where he belonged. Angrily she pulled out of Sookie, who whimpered at the loss of contact, and bent her over the side of the table. She quickly resumed her thrusting, this time adding a fourth finger and eventually using her whole fist to fuck the other girl. Sookie could barely breathe, the feeling was so intense; she could only gasp and whimper as her orgasm drew closer and closer. Lorena could feel Sookie clenching around her hand and knew she was close, but there was something she needed to do before she could let the other girl come. She reached up with her free hand and pulled Sookie’s left bra strap down her arm, and Lorena bent her head to lick at the flesh just above where the swell of her breast met her chest. Lorena kept Sookie teetering on the brink of orgasm for a few moments, before sinking her teeth into the skin and drinking.
The sensation was all that Sookie needed, and she exploded all over Lorena’s hand. Lorena allowed Sookie to ride out the waves, then roughly removed her hand and wiped it on Sookie’s discarded shirt. She flipped Sookie over so she could look her in the eye.
“He’s mine, you fucking pathetic little waitress. Stay the fuck away from him. Bill Compton is mine.”