Ficlet: Bliss | Dark Angel | Max/Original Cindy | R/NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Bliss
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max Guevara/Original Cindy
Rating: R/NC-17 (for non-graphic bathtub sex)
Word Count: 589
Prompt: For Porn Battle XI: lean, body-heat, boo, friends, sleep, bath
Summary: Max is freakin' exhausted, and a long, hot bath is just what she needs. Cindy makes it even better.
Disclaimer: I don't know who owns it, but it ain't me!
Author's Notes: Originally posted here. I just couldn't resist this gorgeous pairing. ^___^
Bliss
“Move it on over, Boo.”
Max blinks blearily, nearly startling awake in the tub, to find Cindy slipping her robe off and looking at her with that expression that can only mean Max is in trouble. “Wasn't falling asleep, I swear,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, right,” Cindy says as Max scoots forward in the tub, making room behind her. Stepping into the warm water, she settles in, letting her legs slide forward on either side of Max's. “Last time you fell asleep in the bath, you had crazy-ass nightmares, and I almost couldn't get you awake. It ain't happening again.”
With a halfhearted grumble, Max nods, leaning her head back when Cindy pours water over her hair and starts to work in some shampoo with nimble fingers. She'd probably protest if she wasn't so exhausted. Stupid Jam Pony. Stupid Alec. Two days of non-stop crap, and-well, maybe letting Cindy wash her hair isn't the worst thing in the world.
“Thank you,” she sighs as Cindy washes the shampoo out carefully.
Cindy chuckles. “You should be thanking me. Your hair was turning into a rat's nest.”
Max can't help a laugh in return. “Occupational hazard.”
“All right, lean back,” Cindy orders her then, and Max shoots a look of question over her shoulder. “So I can wash you, dummy. You're filthy,” she explains, rolling her eyes. When Max complies, Cindy lathers up their one torn washcloth and starts in on her shoulders and arms.
The firm, gentle pressure against aching muscles feels freaking fantastic, and Max doesn't quite have the energy to stop the hum of approval that vibrates her chest and throat. “'S good,” she manages to murmur, settling back a little more into her girl's hands.
Letting out a breathy laugh at that, Cindy washes Max's forearms and rests a cheek against her hair. “When was the last time you had a little undivided attention, Boo?”
Max's brain feels like sludge, trying to come up with an answer. “Um....” she starts, but really, she doesn't know.
“Girl, if you've gotta think about it, then it's been too long,” Cindy asserts, rinsing the soap off with a cup.
“Yeah,” Max laughs weakly.
Setting aside the washcloth, Cindy turns her attention on massaging Max's shoulders properly, fingertips digging deeper, working out the tension.
A groan of utter pleasure escapes Max almost instantly, and her whole body turns to putty, molding itself over Cindy, her girl's breasts pressed tight against her shoulders. She can't quite help arching back into her.
“Girl, you need to get laid, too. And bad, by the sound of it.”
The sudden pleading squeak that leaves Max's throat at that catches her by surprise, and she can feel Cindy smiling against her ear, the tickle of warm breath drawing a shiver out of her.
“That a request?”
Far be it for Max to ever take advantage. Or for Cindy to take advantage. She would never, that much is certain. But Max feels so... so strung out, and a good, hard orgasm would be just the thing to get her on an even keel.
“Please?” she whispers after a long moment, nuzzling into Cindy's touch and squirming a little against her, feeling the center of her best friend's heat at the small of her back.
Cindy laughs again, this time low and mischievous as one of her hands slides under the water and low over Max's belly. “Like I could ever deny my Boo anything.”
After that, Max's world narrows down to the feel of Cindy's fingers teasing, caressing, working her, and dipping inside with sure strokes, the slowly cooling water in the tub, and one-hundred percent pure bliss.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max Guevara/Original Cindy
Rating: R/NC-17 (for non-graphic bathtub sex)
Word Count: 589
Prompt: For Porn Battle XI: lean, body-heat, boo, friends, sleep, bath
Summary: Max is freakin' exhausted, and a long, hot bath is just what she needs. Cindy makes it even better.
Disclaimer: I don't know who owns it, but it ain't me!
Author's Notes: Originally posted here. I just couldn't resist this gorgeous pairing. ^___^
Bliss
“Move it on over, Boo.”
Max blinks blearily, nearly startling awake in the tub, to find Cindy slipping her robe off and looking at her with that expression that can only mean Max is in trouble. “Wasn't falling asleep, I swear,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, right,” Cindy says as Max scoots forward in the tub, making room behind her. Stepping into the warm water, she settles in, letting her legs slide forward on either side of Max's. “Last time you fell asleep in the bath, you had crazy-ass nightmares, and I almost couldn't get you awake. It ain't happening again.”
With a halfhearted grumble, Max nods, leaning her head back when Cindy pours water over her hair and starts to work in some shampoo with nimble fingers. She'd probably protest if she wasn't so exhausted. Stupid Jam Pony. Stupid Alec. Two days of non-stop crap, and-well, maybe letting Cindy wash her hair isn't the worst thing in the world.
“Thank you,” she sighs as Cindy washes the shampoo out carefully.
Cindy chuckles. “You should be thanking me. Your hair was turning into a rat's nest.”
Max can't help a laugh in return. “Occupational hazard.”
“All right, lean back,” Cindy orders her then, and Max shoots a look of question over her shoulder. “So I can wash you, dummy. You're filthy,” she explains, rolling her eyes. When Max complies, Cindy lathers up their one torn washcloth and starts in on her shoulders and arms.
The firm, gentle pressure against aching muscles feels freaking fantastic, and Max doesn't quite have the energy to stop the hum of approval that vibrates her chest and throat. “'S good,” she manages to murmur, settling back a little more into her girl's hands.
Letting out a breathy laugh at that, Cindy washes Max's forearms and rests a cheek against her hair. “When was the last time you had a little undivided attention, Boo?”
Max's brain feels like sludge, trying to come up with an answer. “Um....” she starts, but really, she doesn't know.
“Girl, if you've gotta think about it, then it's been too long,” Cindy asserts, rinsing the soap off with a cup.
“Yeah,” Max laughs weakly.
Setting aside the washcloth, Cindy turns her attention on massaging Max's shoulders properly, fingertips digging deeper, working out the tension.
A groan of utter pleasure escapes Max almost instantly, and her whole body turns to putty, molding itself over Cindy, her girl's breasts pressed tight against her shoulders. She can't quite help arching back into her.
“Girl, you need to get laid, too. And bad, by the sound of it.”
The sudden pleading squeak that leaves Max's throat at that catches her by surprise, and she can feel Cindy smiling against her ear, the tickle of warm breath drawing a shiver out of her.
“That a request?”
Far be it for Max to ever take advantage. Or for Cindy to take advantage. She would never, that much is certain. But Max feels so... so strung out, and a good, hard orgasm would be just the thing to get her on an even keel.
“Please?” she whispers after a long moment, nuzzling into Cindy's touch and squirming a little against her, feeling the center of her best friend's heat at the small of her back.
Cindy laughs again, this time low and mischievous as one of her hands slides under the water and low over Max's belly. “Like I could ever deny my Boo anything.”
After that, Max's world narrows down to the feel of Cindy's fingers teasing, caressing, working her, and dipping inside with sure strokes, the slowly cooling water in the tub, and one-hundred percent pure bliss.
~*~*~*~