Drabble; It Gets Harder To Be A Martyr - A Drabble For Mother Superior Diva's Birthday
Authors Notes: Since it's the Diva's birthday, I just thought I'd show her some love.
It Gets Harder To Be A Martyr - A Drabble For Mother Superior’s Birthday (happy birthday doctorsdiva *hugs*)
(Title taken from We Leave At Dawn - Envy & Other Sins)
Exactly 100 words in Microsoft Word.
He grins darkly as her wrists chafe in their bindings, and her body writhes beneath his gaze. The cell they are in is cold, and the scrap of thin fabric masquerading as a top is pushed into two distinct points by her pebbled nipples. The denim shorts fit snugly into the crease between her legs, and he no longer wants to be a martyr. The chains are long enough, so he kneels at her feet, and presses his nose to the seam of the shorts, pushing it and rubbing hard against her. As she comes, he smirks. Definitely no angel.
It Gets Harder To Be A Martyr - A Drabble For Mother Superior’s Birthday (happy birthday doctorsdiva *hugs*)
(Title taken from We Leave At Dawn - Envy & Other Sins)
Exactly 100 words in Microsoft Word.
He grins darkly as her wrists chafe in their bindings, and her body writhes beneath his gaze. The cell they are in is cold, and the scrap of thin fabric masquerading as a top is pushed into two distinct points by her pebbled nipples. The denim shorts fit snugly into the crease between her legs, and he no longer wants to be a martyr. The chains are long enough, so he kneels at her feet, and presses his nose to the seam of the shorts, pushing it and rubbing hard against her. As she comes, he smirks. Definitely no angel.