My stories for the pornbattle at femslash_today
Title: Admiration
Pairing: Sarah/Miriam
Fandom: The Hunger
Rating: R
Prompt: Forever
“Lie still,” Sarah whispers in Miriam’s ear, grabbing delicate wrists and pinning them above the blonde’s head as she straddles her hips. For a moment Miriam squirms, not willing to relinquish her control to someone so inexperienced, so unpredictable, but Sarah’s grip is tight and the look of want in her eyes is powerful.
Softly Sarah drags her nails down Miriam’s arm, leaving faint red lines one the porcelain skin. They will fade in a minute or two, but right now in this moment there is a blemish on the perfect body, something so human on something, someone that is definitely not human.
This woman has her given the impossible; eternal life. A priceless gift and one that cannot be returned. It’s done. She will be like this forever, be with Miriam forever and ever. Unchanging, feeding of the blood of human beings. Those whose lives eventually end, unlike her own, unlike Miriam’s. The reality of it hasn’t sunken in yet.
“What are you doing?” Miriam asks, shivering when Sarah circles a nipple with her fingertip, barely touching the sensitive skin. She has been alive for so many years, thousands of years, looking like this, so perfect.
“I’m admiring you, now don’t move.” Miriam raises her eyebrows, almost as if she is genuinely surprised that someone would take the time to admire her. But Sarah can’t be sure that everything she does is just an act, some sort of feigned innocence.
“Why?” Miriam’s voice is soft, vulnerable, if that’s a word that Sarah can associate with this creature. For despite her nearly frail appearing body, Miriam is strong, inhumanly so.
“Because I can.” Sarah replies, tracing Miriam’s ribs one by one, raising goose bumps on the flawless, white skin. Her blond hair is fanned out over the pillow, her lips swollen and red from countless of kisses. “Because I want to.”
As Sarah places her hands on Miriam’s waist, the blonde pushes her hips up, grinding them against Sarah’s wet centre. Sarah’s barely suppresses a groan and is too late at stopping Miriam from sitting up and taking control of this situation.
Her lips descend on Sarah’s, claiming a desperate, needy kiss, her fingers tangling in the short curls of Sarah’s hair. Miriam’s mouth taste cold, iron, like blood. Sarah wraps her legs around Miriam, pressing their bodies even closer together. It feels good and strange at the same time.
When Miriam retreats, there’s a caring smile on her face. Sarah feels her own lips curl up slightly. The woman in her arms leans forward again, the ankh pendant softly brushing against the skin between Sarah’s breasts, and she kisses Sarah’s jaw, close to her ear. Then she says something, her breath causing her skin to tingle.
“Forever and ever.”
Title: Promotion
Pairing: Beverly Crusher/Kathryn Janeway
Fandom: ST TNG/ST Voyager
Rating: R
Prompt: Ready room
Kathryn attempts to catch her breath as Beverly gently kisses the inside of her quivering thighs, wiping the captain’s arousal from her chin. There’s a burning sensation on Kathryn’s back and for the first time she hates the fact that her ready room has a carpet. Beverly crawls up her body, pressing a kiss against her cheekbone and her temple before rolling off her body.
“Well, that was a first,” Kathryn says, pushing herself up into a sitting position, leaning against the couch, her eyes taking in her ready room from this angle. Her clean desk with an empty coffee cup on it for show and a couple of PADD’s with non-classified information, the replicator that has been taken off-line, the doors that have allowed her access to her home away from home more times than she can count and their uniforms haphazardly thrown across the floor.
She came here to today to say goodbye to her ship. The day after tomorrow Voyager will be opened for the public. A museum just as the admiral said had happened in her timeframe. Beverly had come with her and Kathryn had shown her the ship while it was still hers. She held herself together during the tour, telling the stories that came with each room, but when she finally led Beverly into the ready room, she was glad her partner was there.
“What was a first?” Beverly asks, sitting up next to Kathryn, her fingers trailing from Kathryn’s shoulder to her wrists and back up again. Goosebumps appear on her skin.
“Sex in my ready room,” Kathryn says dryly.
“You never in those seven years out there had sex in this room, despite the fact that it lends itself perfectly for it?” Kathryn shrugs and laces their fingers together, tracing Beverly’s knuckles with her thumb. Everything is so quiet. No additional crewmembers, no warp engines. It’s completely silent.
“I had over 150 crewmembers to think about. The ship and all of her responsibilities were my life. There was no room or time for me to pursue a relationship. Not to mention that Starfleet strictly forbids captains to get involved with their crew.”
“You weren’t tempted? With some good looking alien or B’Elanna or Seven?” Beverly teases which earns her a small frown from the small woman beside her. Kathryn always knew that Beverly was perceptive, but she had hoped the feelings, or whatever she would call them, she had had for those two women of her crew weren’t completely obvious.
“I didn’t say that. I was tempted, more than that, but Voyager, my crew, my mission, they were all more important than my personal needs.”
“Starfleet captains,” Beverly sighs, “Everything is about the ship and your own life simply doesn’t matter. You’re worse than Jean-Luc.”
“Not anymore.” Kathryn turns her head and looks at the red-headed doctor. A beautiful smile appears on Beverly’s face as she leans in and slowly kisses Kathryn’s lips, maneuvering herself to straddle the captain’s thigh, their naked bodies pressed close together. Kathryn brushes Beverly’s thick beautiful hair as they rest their foreheads against each others. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
“Why do I not like the sound of that?” Beverly pulls back, looking down at Kathryn who looks away. “You got a new ship, didn’t you? Some five year mission to the far reaches of the galaxy that won’t allow you to return to Earth.”
“No, it’s not another ship.” Kathryn smiles and finds Beverly’s eyes. “I’ll be made an admiral next week.” Beverly blinks once, twice, opens her mouth and closes it again. The utter shock on her face is rather adorable.
“Okay,” Beverly says slowly. “Is this something you normally do, deliver news when you’re naked? Because I might have to get used to that.”
“No. I planned on telling you here, but I hadn’t exactly anticipated this,” Kathryn replies, caressing the smooth skin of Beverly’s thighs.
“So when I do this,” Beverly says and captures Kathryn’s lips, her tongue seeking entrance which Kathryn willing grants as she feels Beverly’s hand moving up to cup her breasts. “Does that mean I’m feeling up one of Starfleet’s admirals?” A full, throaty laugh escapes from Kathryn’s lips.
“It will in a week.”
“Who cares about those seven days?” Tangling her fingers in Kathryn’s auburn hair, Beverly presses one quick kiss against her lips, before she whispers something in her ear, softly that Kathryn isn’t sure she even said it at all. “Admiral Janeway.”
Title: Reality
Pairing: Olivia/Nina
Fandom: Fringe
Rating: R/NC-17
Prompt: Fingers
“No,” Olivia says harshly, grabbing Nina’s wrist before she is unable to stop it anymore. “The other one. Use your other hand.” She doesn’t want Nina to use her left hand, she wants to cold touch of the artificial fingers. Today there is no room for warmth, kindness or humanity. Right now she needs something to remind her of reality.
Nina looks up, her blue eyes full of understanding as she slowly pulls back her human hand. They’re not doing this because of love, lust or passion. They are both doing this because Olivia needs this and Nina wants to give her what she needs. She listens when the FBI agent orders her to fuck her with her artificial arm.
Olivia watches as Nina pulls her hand out the dark grey pants and takes off the fingerless black leather glove, carelessly throwing it on the desk behind Olivia. Uncovered like this her hands look exactly the same, but the texture, the feeling is different. Unnatural and unfeeling. Which are the words that cross Olivia’s mind when Nina’s fingers slip into her pants and under the waistband of her underwear.
Leaning against the desk, her hands gripping its edge so tightly her knuckles have turned white and her eyes not really seeing anything, Olivia looks so vulnerable, like that day she talked to Nina about the Olivia from the other universe. Her suit is slightly crumpled, a few buttons of her blouse have been opened and in this moment she is at the mercy of Nina Sharp’s fingers.
Nothing matters right now. Not Peter or Walter neither do Broyles or Astrid. All Olivia focuses on is Nina’s artificial hand moving inside her and the red hair that brushes against her collarbone as Nina leans in, not close enough to kiss, but enough to let the breath that escapes through her parted lips gently wash over Olivia’s face.
She would never kiss Olivia. They both know that would be crossing a line, making it personal. It isn’t about them. It isn’t even about sex. It’s about forgetting and remembering. It’s about both the universes fraying at the seams, unraveling in front of their eyes. And this the only way to make the harsh reality hurt a little less.
Afterwards they will never talk about this, until one of them simply turns up at the other’s doorstep with a look in their eyes that says everything and they will start all over again. But for now Nina fucks Olivia against her desk, her artificial fingers buried inside the FBI-agent until the haunted look disappears from her eyes.