Fic: Queen Jumps Queen; Molotov/Dr. Girlfriend; PG-13
Bwahahahah, I popped my Venture Bros fic cherry. God, I hope it doesn't suck. I hate writing new fandoms, it's so damn nerve-wracking.
Title: Queen Jumps Queen
Author/Artist: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Venture Bros
Pairing: Molotov Cocktease/Queen Etherea!Dr. Girlfriend
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2
Author's Note: Written for yuri_challenge prompt 'In the circle of your arms'.
Summary: She was so desperate for excitement that even a quick tryst with some mysterious Soviet sex bomb seemed like a good idea.
This sucked.
Sneaking around like some kind of…of criminal, just to have a damn cigarette. Looking over her shoulder just in case someone came outside. Skulking behind a tree, furtively puffing on the sweet, sweet nicotine like a madwoman.
This just wasn’t working.
But it was worth it. She leaned against the tree, head tipped back, exhaling slowly. So what if Phantom Limb caught her? What the hell was he gonna do about it? Yell at her? Take away her cigarettes? Ha. Like he could find her stash.
Besides, he was too busy playing the gracious host. Which reminded her that she had to finish this up and get back inside, before anyone came looking for her.
She was just about to snuff her cigarette when a twig snapped behind her. Whirling, cursing mentally at the way her current costume rode up to expose way too much leg, she hid the cigarette behind her back and tried to look casual.
“Apologies. I did not mean to startle you.”
Must be one of Phantom Limb’s guests. Some Russian redhead in a slinky black leather dress that left nothing to the imagination. God, could her outfit show any more cleavage? All these female super villians running around with their breasts hanging out and their asses on display… talk about setting back feminism a good twenty years. Not that she could talk with the little number she was currently wearing - but she’d complained about it back when she’d first teamed up with Phantom Limb, and she’d complain about it now.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I just came out for a smoke. Do you have a light?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Retrieving her cigarette from hiding, she pulled a lighter out of her boot and tossed it. “So. Enjoying the party?”
“Half the guild standing around discussing former conquests and drinking watered down alcohol? What isn’t to enjoy.” A heavy note of sarcasm. But she had to agree. Oh sure, it was just like old times, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe she’d changed. Maybe Phantom Limb had changed. Maybe it was just that she’d gotten older - they’d all gotten older - and reliving the old days just didn’t have the same appeal.
“Yeah, tell me about it. I don’t think I’ve seen you around too much, you a partnership or solo?”
“Always solo. I don‘t like to share. You‘re Phantom‘s Limb second, yes? Queen Etherea?”
“Yeah. Not that we do much villainy these days, you know how it is.”
“No. I don’t. Funny that you call yourself ‘Queen’ when you play second to a man.”
“Hey! Phantom Limb just hasn’t gotten around to filing for a full partnership, that’s all. He’s been very busy.” But she knew she was being defensive. This was the way it always went. Men never wanted a woman as their equal. Villains and their egos, god it made her sick sometimes. She’d had the same problem with the Monarch. And Phantom Limb wasn’t much better. She didn’t even know why she was still with him, after all the crap he’d pulled.
“Of course. You know, I have seen your work. You have been around for quite some time.” The Russian took a long drag and cocked her head, hip jutted out, hand on her hip. Could she look any more like a Bond girl? Seriously. “Why bother with some man, when you can go solo?”
“Eh, I never really liked the solo thing.” But she had started shopping around. She’d given that woman her card, after all. Never heard back, but still. And she’d like to work with another woman. Get some real equality for once. “But I’m keeping my options open. Wouldn‘t mind trying something a little different, you know?”
“Are you now?” The eyebrow over the Russian’s one eye arched. She licked her lips. Was she…she was sauntering forward. “And tell me, Your Highness, what sort of options are you….open to?”
“Whoa, whoa, hold on a second. Are you…hitting on me?”
The Russian laughed. “Would you like me to? I don’t usually like…soft things. But you‘re cute.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m not really into that.” Anymore. Oh, sure, she’d had a few flings and there was that threesome back in the 80s…
“Oh, I have heard much. But I was simply curious. We girls must stick together, after all.” The Russian was real close now. She was good looking - probably had men falling over themselves for her. And it was a good look, the black and dangerous thing. A really good look.
And the beauty mark made her look like some sort of supermodel. Sheila - as she still referred to herself in her mind - shifted, aware she was backed up against a tree with some man eating Russian sex kitten advancing on her oozing ‘fuck me’ all over the place.
“Yeah, sure. Girl power, whatever.”
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Queen Etherea?”
“What? No. I just…ought to be getting back to the party. Do the hostess thing.”
“Ah yes. Such a pity. I have enjoyed our little chat. You have a great deal of potential.” The Russian leaned in, and Sheila tensed, her heart pounding. What the hell was she going to do? Was anyone around? No. The coast was clear, everybody back at the house getting slowly drunk. No one seemed to be looking for either of them - if the Russian was even with anybody. They were alone in the shadow of the trees, and Sheila could feel the Russian’s breath on her cheek.
What the hell was she doing? Sure, she wanted some excitement, but this? Hell, maybe making out with some wannabe Bond girl while Phantom Limb was just a yard-length away was exactly what she needed. The Russian’s hands were on the tree behind her, pinning her. She hadn’t felt like this in too long. The tight anticipation. The thrill.
It was almost like the good old days.
The Russian’s mouth was right there. Bright red lips. Blowjob lips. Skin tight black leather creaked and Sheila imagined herself with her legs wrapped around the Russians hips, back pressed against the tree, feeling that black leather on her bare thighs. It would be hot. It’d be damn hot. Just like the good old days. Sheila wet her own lips and tipped her head, preparing for the kiss she expected to come - the kiss she wanted to come.
But it never came. The Russian bypassed her mouth, pressing her own lips to Sheila’s ear. She closed her eyes.
“Return to your party, little Queen. And be thankful it won’t end up…a killer.”
When she opened her eyes, the Russian was gone, leaving nothing but a smoldering cigarette butt on the gravel.
Title: Queen Jumps Queen
Author/Artist: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Venture Bros
Pairing: Molotov Cocktease/Queen Etherea!Dr. Girlfriend
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2
Author's Note: Written for yuri_challenge prompt 'In the circle of your arms'.
Summary: She was so desperate for excitement that even a quick tryst with some mysterious Soviet sex bomb seemed like a good idea.
This sucked.
Sneaking around like some kind of…of criminal, just to have a damn cigarette. Looking over her shoulder just in case someone came outside. Skulking behind a tree, furtively puffing on the sweet, sweet nicotine like a madwoman.
This just wasn’t working.
But it was worth it. She leaned against the tree, head tipped back, exhaling slowly. So what if Phantom Limb caught her? What the hell was he gonna do about it? Yell at her? Take away her cigarettes? Ha. Like he could find her stash.
Besides, he was too busy playing the gracious host. Which reminded her that she had to finish this up and get back inside, before anyone came looking for her.
She was just about to snuff her cigarette when a twig snapped behind her. Whirling, cursing mentally at the way her current costume rode up to expose way too much leg, she hid the cigarette behind her back and tried to look casual.
“Apologies. I did not mean to startle you.”
Must be one of Phantom Limb’s guests. Some Russian redhead in a slinky black leather dress that left nothing to the imagination. God, could her outfit show any more cleavage? All these female super villians running around with their breasts hanging out and their asses on display… talk about setting back feminism a good twenty years. Not that she could talk with the little number she was currently wearing - but she’d complained about it back when she’d first teamed up with Phantom Limb, and she’d complain about it now.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I just came out for a smoke. Do you have a light?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Retrieving her cigarette from hiding, she pulled a lighter out of her boot and tossed it. “So. Enjoying the party?”
“Half the guild standing around discussing former conquests and drinking watered down alcohol? What isn’t to enjoy.” A heavy note of sarcasm. But she had to agree. Oh sure, it was just like old times, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe she’d changed. Maybe Phantom Limb had changed. Maybe it was just that she’d gotten older - they’d all gotten older - and reliving the old days just didn’t have the same appeal.
“Yeah, tell me about it. I don’t think I’ve seen you around too much, you a partnership or solo?”
“Always solo. I don‘t like to share. You‘re Phantom‘s Limb second, yes? Queen Etherea?”
“Yeah. Not that we do much villainy these days, you know how it is.”
“No. I don’t. Funny that you call yourself ‘Queen’ when you play second to a man.”
“Hey! Phantom Limb just hasn’t gotten around to filing for a full partnership, that’s all. He’s been very busy.” But she knew she was being defensive. This was the way it always went. Men never wanted a woman as their equal. Villains and their egos, god it made her sick sometimes. She’d had the same problem with the Monarch. And Phantom Limb wasn’t much better. She didn’t even know why she was still with him, after all the crap he’d pulled.
“Of course. You know, I have seen your work. You have been around for quite some time.” The Russian took a long drag and cocked her head, hip jutted out, hand on her hip. Could she look any more like a Bond girl? Seriously. “Why bother with some man, when you can go solo?”
“Eh, I never really liked the solo thing.” But she had started shopping around. She’d given that woman her card, after all. Never heard back, but still. And she’d like to work with another woman. Get some real equality for once. “But I’m keeping my options open. Wouldn‘t mind trying something a little different, you know?”
“Are you now?” The eyebrow over the Russian’s one eye arched. She licked her lips. Was she…she was sauntering forward. “And tell me, Your Highness, what sort of options are you….open to?”
“Whoa, whoa, hold on a second. Are you…hitting on me?”
The Russian laughed. “Would you like me to? I don’t usually like…soft things. But you‘re cute.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m not really into that.” Anymore. Oh, sure, she’d had a few flings and there was that threesome back in the 80s…
“Oh, I have heard much. But I was simply curious. We girls must stick together, after all.” The Russian was real close now. She was good looking - probably had men falling over themselves for her. And it was a good look, the black and dangerous thing. A really good look.
And the beauty mark made her look like some sort of supermodel. Sheila - as she still referred to herself in her mind - shifted, aware she was backed up against a tree with some man eating Russian sex kitten advancing on her oozing ‘fuck me’ all over the place.
“Yeah, sure. Girl power, whatever.”
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Queen Etherea?”
“What? No. I just…ought to be getting back to the party. Do the hostess thing.”
“Ah yes. Such a pity. I have enjoyed our little chat. You have a great deal of potential.” The Russian leaned in, and Sheila tensed, her heart pounding. What the hell was she going to do? Was anyone around? No. The coast was clear, everybody back at the house getting slowly drunk. No one seemed to be looking for either of them - if the Russian was even with anybody. They were alone in the shadow of the trees, and Sheila could feel the Russian’s breath on her cheek.
What the hell was she doing? Sure, she wanted some excitement, but this? Hell, maybe making out with some wannabe Bond girl while Phantom Limb was just a yard-length away was exactly what she needed. The Russian’s hands were on the tree behind her, pinning her. She hadn’t felt like this in too long. The tight anticipation. The thrill.
It was almost like the good old days.
The Russian’s mouth was right there. Bright red lips. Blowjob lips. Skin tight black leather creaked and Sheila imagined herself with her legs wrapped around the Russians hips, back pressed against the tree, feeling that black leather on her bare thighs. It would be hot. It’d be damn hot. Just like the good old days. Sheila wet her own lips and tipped her head, preparing for the kiss she expected to come - the kiss she wanted to come.
But it never came. The Russian bypassed her mouth, pressing her own lips to Sheila’s ear. She closed her eyes.
“Return to your party, little Queen. And be thankful it won’t end up…a killer.”
When she opened her eyes, the Russian was gone, leaving nothing but a smoldering cigarette butt on the gravel.