girly love
Two for the femslash-today Love Bites V-Day Porn Battle. (disclaim: not mine in any universe)
title: Attrition
with: Ezri/Jadzia
rated: NC-17
Ezri dreams of the desert. Sand stretches and rolls beneath the pale sky.
A part of her thinks this is what Cardassia Prime looks like. A part of her thinks this is what a million planets look like. A part of her thinks you’re dreaming, you silly child.
Jadzia thinks you are here now, it’s your choice.
Since the symbiont had been given (forced) to her, Ezri has felt as pale as the sky in her dreams. She feels bleached out by the day-to-day effort of remembering who she is.
In her dreams, Ezri looks for shade beneath a dusty cliff and feels like she’s loosing a war of attrition. Trill are not supposed to remain so attached to the people they knew in a previous life; it’s bad manners.
Ezri never wanted a place in any war, but in her dreams Jadzia comes to her, cool and lush as an oasis. They lie in the blue shadows of a cliff, and Ezri hides her face in the softness of Jadzia’s breasts. Jadzia’s kisses are wet, and she whispers thank you, thank you against Ezri’s skin until it’s damp, until Ezri shudders.
...
title: Debriefing
with: Elizabeth/Teyla
rated: NC-17
Objectively, Elizabeth knows that Teyla is fine, that Teyla knows how to take care of herself and has already been through the post-mission medical exam. None of it lessens the growing need Elizabeth has to strip Teyla naked as soon as she steps back through the gate. Regardless, Elizabeth always manages to restrain herself for a few hours.
Here, in the privacy of her own quarters, Elizabeth can lean close to Teyla’s naked body and draw a deep breath against her neck. Teyla smells warm and bright with spices, the marketplace on MX8-620 still clinging to her.
“Were the boys well behaved?” Elizabeth asks and slides lower, mouthing the smooth curve of Teyla’s left breast.
“As much as they ever can be.” Teyla gasps, leaning back to brace herself against Elizabeth’s desk.
The question and answer have become something of a ritual, repeated dozens of times by now. After all, these informal debriefings are where their physical relationship started.
Elizabeth drops to her knees, using her mouth to follow the path her fingers have already traced. She presses her nose into the dark crinkle of Teyla’s pubic hair, where Teyla smells earthy and the most like herself. Elizabeth sighs, calm for a moment, inside and out. She flickers her tongue out to taste, drawing a hum from Teyla. Elizabeth matches the hum and sits back on her heels.
“The usual then.” Elizabeth smiles, stroking her thumb along Teyla’s hip.
“Actually,” Teyla says and tilts her head. “Dr. McKay exercised a remarkable amount of self restraint and kept his hands mostly to himself.”
“Really?” Elizabeth stands, arching an eyebrow, and she suspects she picked up that habit from Teyla. Perhaps Teyla only made her aware of it. Teyla has made her aware of so many things.
Teyla nods solemnly, then breaks into a warm smile. “I brought you something. Lay down on the bed.”
Elizabeth matches Teyla’s smile before turning away. She strips off her clothes and stretches out on her back. Teyla crawls onto the bed after her, a bright red scarf in her hand. She lets the end trail up Elizabeth’s stomach, up to pool between her breasts. The scarf is rich and cool, the Pegasus equivalent of silk.
“Raise your hands,” Teyla says, and Elizabeth complies without thinking. Teyla loosely binds Elizabeth’s wrists to the headboard.
“You always select such beautiful gifts,” Elizabeth murmurs, arching her back so her lips meet Teyla’s neck.
title: Attrition
with: Ezri/Jadzia
rated: NC-17
Ezri dreams of the desert. Sand stretches and rolls beneath the pale sky.
A part of her thinks this is what Cardassia Prime looks like. A part of her thinks this is what a million planets look like. A part of her thinks you’re dreaming, you silly child.
Jadzia thinks you are here now, it’s your choice.
Since the symbiont had been given (forced) to her, Ezri has felt as pale as the sky in her dreams. She feels bleached out by the day-to-day effort of remembering who she is.
In her dreams, Ezri looks for shade beneath a dusty cliff and feels like she’s loosing a war of attrition. Trill are not supposed to remain so attached to the people they knew in a previous life; it’s bad manners.
Ezri never wanted a place in any war, but in her dreams Jadzia comes to her, cool and lush as an oasis. They lie in the blue shadows of a cliff, and Ezri hides her face in the softness of Jadzia’s breasts. Jadzia’s kisses are wet, and she whispers thank you, thank you against Ezri’s skin until it’s damp, until Ezri shudders.
...
title: Debriefing
with: Elizabeth/Teyla
rated: NC-17
Objectively, Elizabeth knows that Teyla is fine, that Teyla knows how to take care of herself and has already been through the post-mission medical exam. None of it lessens the growing need Elizabeth has to strip Teyla naked as soon as she steps back through the gate. Regardless, Elizabeth always manages to restrain herself for a few hours.
Here, in the privacy of her own quarters, Elizabeth can lean close to Teyla’s naked body and draw a deep breath against her neck. Teyla smells warm and bright with spices, the marketplace on MX8-620 still clinging to her.
“Were the boys well behaved?” Elizabeth asks and slides lower, mouthing the smooth curve of Teyla’s left breast.
“As much as they ever can be.” Teyla gasps, leaning back to brace herself against Elizabeth’s desk.
The question and answer have become something of a ritual, repeated dozens of times by now. After all, these informal debriefings are where their physical relationship started.
Elizabeth drops to her knees, using her mouth to follow the path her fingers have already traced. She presses her nose into the dark crinkle of Teyla’s pubic hair, where Teyla smells earthy and the most like herself. Elizabeth sighs, calm for a moment, inside and out. She flickers her tongue out to taste, drawing a hum from Teyla. Elizabeth matches the hum and sits back on her heels.
“The usual then.” Elizabeth smiles, stroking her thumb along Teyla’s hip.
“Actually,” Teyla says and tilts her head. “Dr. McKay exercised a remarkable amount of self restraint and kept his hands mostly to himself.”
“Really?” Elizabeth stands, arching an eyebrow, and she suspects she picked up that habit from Teyla. Perhaps Teyla only made her aware of it. Teyla has made her aware of so many things.
Teyla nods solemnly, then breaks into a warm smile. “I brought you something. Lay down on the bed.”
Elizabeth matches Teyla’s smile before turning away. She strips off her clothes and stretches out on her back. Teyla crawls onto the bed after her, a bright red scarf in her hand. She lets the end trail up Elizabeth’s stomach, up to pool between her breasts. The scarf is rich and cool, the Pegasus equivalent of silk.
“Raise your hands,” Teyla says, and Elizabeth complies without thinking. Teyla loosely binds Elizabeth’s wrists to the headboard.
“You always select such beautiful gifts,” Elizabeth murmurs, arching her back so her lips meet Teyla’s neck.