WIP Amnesty: Misc.! (The L Word, Lost)
Carmen remembers Shane’s teeth nipping at her hipbone, lips brushing lightly around heavy breath. It hadn’t quite tickled, but Carmen had squirmed anyway. Shane just laughed, and bit down a little harder at Carmen’s moan.
Carmen had twisted her fingers in Shane’s short hair, pulled her away from her hip. Shane didn’t resist, flashing her a cocky smile and running her finger along the tattoo curling around Carmen’s hip.
“This,” breathed Shane. Her fingertip reached the place where she’d just been sucking, traced its way through the sheen of moisture left over from her mouth, then followed the tattoo back again. “This is so sexy,” she said, her voice gone rough, and Carmen inhaled sharply.
“You think so?” said Carmen, suddenly desperate.
Carmen wanted something. She wanted something and she didn’t know what - aside from the obvious, as Shane’s fingers traced back down Carmen’s hip and into the crease of her thigh. Shane nudged her leg, and Carmen let her knee fall open, spreading herself even wider. Carmen took a shuddering breath and felt herself echoed in the throbbing of her cunt. Shane pressed a kiss against Carmen’s inner thigh, fingers curling, soft, insistent, against Carmen’s wetness, teasing the soft lips of her labia.
“Yeah,” said Shane, and it took a second for Carmen to remember what she was responding to. Shane looked up at her, and their eyes locked for a moment.
Then Shane blinked, and her eyes grew dark, and Carmen had to remember that despite her best efforts, she still did not know this girl.
But it didn’t matter - it really didn’t matter, as Shane went down on her, long fingers sliding into her easily as Shane’s mouth pressed against her, tongue flicking at the swollen
*
The bruise from Shane’s mouth is still there, almost obscured by the smooth black edge of Carmen’s tattoo. She traces the bruise with her fingers, finds that it hurts a little more than she thought it would.
Sayid is aware that Sawyer is a dangerous man, as much as he is aware that Sawyer does not have the upper hand. However, the man thinks he does.
The gritty sand stings against Sayid’s palms as Sawyer kicks his legs out from under him. Sayid feels his lips curl back in a snarl, almost a smile. He breathes deeply, collecting himself. He hears Sawyer step back; hears him yell some more meaningless taunts.
Oh. Sayid doesn’t want to like this.
He snaps his feet to the side, and swears he can feel the ground jar as Sawyer hits it with a thump. Sayid rolls over quickly, twisting Sawyer’s arms behind him and pinning Sawyer’s legs with his own.
“Fuck!” Sawyer thrashes, kicks ineffectually. Sayid twists a little bit harder, until Sawyer’s stream of expletives is interrupted by a muffled grunt of pain. There. That’s hard enough.
Carmen had twisted her fingers in Shane’s short hair, pulled her away from her hip. Shane didn’t resist, flashing her a cocky smile and running her finger along the tattoo curling around Carmen’s hip.
“This,” breathed Shane. Her fingertip reached the place where she’d just been sucking, traced its way through the sheen of moisture left over from her mouth, then followed the tattoo back again. “This is so sexy,” she said, her voice gone rough, and Carmen inhaled sharply.
“You think so?” said Carmen, suddenly desperate.
Carmen wanted something. She wanted something and she didn’t know what - aside from the obvious, as Shane’s fingers traced back down Carmen’s hip and into the crease of her thigh. Shane nudged her leg, and Carmen let her knee fall open, spreading herself even wider. Carmen took a shuddering breath and felt herself echoed in the throbbing of her cunt. Shane pressed a kiss against Carmen’s inner thigh, fingers curling, soft, insistent, against Carmen’s wetness, teasing the soft lips of her labia.
“Yeah,” said Shane, and it took a second for Carmen to remember what she was responding to. Shane looked up at her, and their eyes locked for a moment.
Then Shane blinked, and her eyes grew dark, and Carmen had to remember that despite her best efforts, she still did not know this girl.
But it didn’t matter - it really didn’t matter, as Shane went down on her, long fingers sliding into her easily as Shane’s mouth pressed against her, tongue flicking at the swollen
*
The bruise from Shane’s mouth is still there, almost obscured by the smooth black edge of Carmen’s tattoo. She traces the bruise with her fingers, finds that it hurts a little more than she thought it would.
Sayid is aware that Sawyer is a dangerous man, as much as he is aware that Sawyer does not have the upper hand. However, the man thinks he does.
The gritty sand stings against Sayid’s palms as Sawyer kicks his legs out from under him. Sayid feels his lips curl back in a snarl, almost a smile. He breathes deeply, collecting himself. He hears Sawyer step back; hears him yell some more meaningless taunts.
Oh. Sayid doesn’t want to like this.
He snaps his feet to the side, and swears he can feel the ground jar as Sawyer hits it with a thump. Sayid rolls over quickly, twisting Sawyer’s arms behind him and pinning Sawyer’s legs with his own.
“Fuck!” Sawyer thrashes, kicks ineffectually. Sayid twists a little bit harder, until Sawyer’s stream of expletives is interrupted by a muffled grunt of pain. There. That’s hard enough.