[qaf us fic] A Lovely Body (Melanie/Lindsay, R)
A Lovely Body
Fandom: QaF (US)
Ship: Melanie/Lindsay
Rating: R
Summary: Pre-series. The girls play strip dreidel.
A/N: About 570 words.
"I think you're cheating."
"What makes you think that?" asked Melanie casually as she reached for her martini glass. She finished her drink and chewed her olive slowly, savoring the salty tang.
"Because," Lindsay said, "you're sitting there in your jeans and tank top, and I'm almost naked!"
Melanie swallowed the olive, set her glass down. "I lost my sweater."
"Poor you."
"I can turn up the heat," Melanie offered. She reached across the low table and ran a finger up Lindsay's forearm. Her touch raised goose bumps; Lindsay shivered. "Mmm, maybe I should warm you up…"
Lindsay tossed her hair and glared. "You're avoiding my accusation."
Melanie grinned up at her. "Well, I am studying to be a lawyer… But if you're suggesting I weighted the dreidel… Have you considered that this is what God wants?"
"God wants me naked?"
"I'm sure She does."
"She?" Lindsay smirked. "Not only is God a woman, She's a lesbian? Wherever you went to Sunday school, I think I like it."
"One time," Melanie said, still stroking Lindsay's skin, "when I was in fifth grade, I crossed out all the male pronouns in my prayer book - in pen, of course - and wrote in She and Her instead. My teacher accused me of idolatry. How she got idolatry from feminism I don't know, but… I think I've found a goddess."
Lindsay snorted.
"Anyway," said Melanie, "this is Hanukkah… We are celebrating a miracle…"
"Stop!" Gingerly, Lindsay plucked Melanie's fingers from her arm, tossed her hair again, and straightened her back. She looked rather prim, Melanie thought. Like a princess. Except for the fact that she was almost completely naked.
"So…what am I yielding this time?" Lindsay asked. "Bearing in mind I haven't got much to lose."
"I think I'll take your bra," Melanie replied without much consideration.
"I think I'll use your dreidel from now on," Lindsay said as she reached around to unhook herself.
Melanie watched raptly as the green, lacy garment came away. Lindsay had beautiful breasts; they were round, and white as cream, and just now the nipples, half-hidden by the long blonde hair, were taut. While Melanie stared and thought of fondling and licking, Lindsay picked up the dreidel and spun it.
It rattled against the wooden table, clacked when it fell over.
"Hey!" Lindsay crowed, punching the air, causing her breasts - and Melanie's stomach - to bounce. "I claim - oh, unzip your jeans."
Melanie wasted no time in doing so. She'd have pulled them down, but that was against the rules; a roll of hey granted Lindsay half a pair of something - one sock, for instance, or one shoe - or a peek.
Melanie spun the dreidel.
She licked her lips. "Gimel."
Lindsay protested: "You did cheat! Somehow-"
Melanie put her hand on Lindsay's thigh. "You used my dreidel. You saw me spin. I've won fair and square. Panties. Now."
Lindsay stood and began to shimmy out of her last item of clothing. "So, what happens now? I've got nothing left to lose."
"Now…" There was no sense, Melanie decided, in prolonging the game; it would only delay her getting what she wanted. "Stand there," she instructed, getting onto her knees and crawling to Lindsay. "Spread."
Lindsay spread her legs and slid her fingers into Melanie's hair.
"Gimme," murmured Melanie, and put her tongue to the delta of short blonde hair.
12/28/05
Fandom: QaF (US)
Ship: Melanie/Lindsay
Rating: R
Summary: Pre-series. The girls play strip dreidel.
A/N: About 570 words.
"I think you're cheating."
"What makes you think that?" asked Melanie casually as she reached for her martini glass. She finished her drink and chewed her olive slowly, savoring the salty tang.
"Because," Lindsay said, "you're sitting there in your jeans and tank top, and I'm almost naked!"
Melanie swallowed the olive, set her glass down. "I lost my sweater."
"Poor you."
"I can turn up the heat," Melanie offered. She reached across the low table and ran a finger up Lindsay's forearm. Her touch raised goose bumps; Lindsay shivered. "Mmm, maybe I should warm you up…"
Lindsay tossed her hair and glared. "You're avoiding my accusation."
Melanie grinned up at her. "Well, I am studying to be a lawyer… But if you're suggesting I weighted the dreidel… Have you considered that this is what God wants?"
"God wants me naked?"
"I'm sure She does."
"She?" Lindsay smirked. "Not only is God a woman, She's a lesbian? Wherever you went to Sunday school, I think I like it."
"One time," Melanie said, still stroking Lindsay's skin, "when I was in fifth grade, I crossed out all the male pronouns in my prayer book - in pen, of course - and wrote in She and Her instead. My teacher accused me of idolatry. How she got idolatry from feminism I don't know, but… I think I've found a goddess."
Lindsay snorted.
"Anyway," said Melanie, "this is Hanukkah… We are celebrating a miracle…"
"Stop!" Gingerly, Lindsay plucked Melanie's fingers from her arm, tossed her hair again, and straightened her back. She looked rather prim, Melanie thought. Like a princess. Except for the fact that she was almost completely naked.
"So…what am I yielding this time?" Lindsay asked. "Bearing in mind I haven't got much to lose."
"I think I'll take your bra," Melanie replied without much consideration.
"I think I'll use your dreidel from now on," Lindsay said as she reached around to unhook herself.
Melanie watched raptly as the green, lacy garment came away. Lindsay had beautiful breasts; they were round, and white as cream, and just now the nipples, half-hidden by the long blonde hair, were taut. While Melanie stared and thought of fondling and licking, Lindsay picked up the dreidel and spun it.
It rattled against the wooden table, clacked when it fell over.
"Hey!" Lindsay crowed, punching the air, causing her breasts - and Melanie's stomach - to bounce. "I claim - oh, unzip your jeans."
Melanie wasted no time in doing so. She'd have pulled them down, but that was against the rules; a roll of hey granted Lindsay half a pair of something - one sock, for instance, or one shoe - or a peek.
Melanie spun the dreidel.
She licked her lips. "Gimel."
Lindsay protested: "You did cheat! Somehow-"
Melanie put her hand on Lindsay's thigh. "You used my dreidel. You saw me spin. I've won fair and square. Panties. Now."
Lindsay stood and began to shimmy out of her last item of clothing. "So, what happens now? I've got nothing left to lose."
"Now…" There was no sense, Melanie decided, in prolonging the game; it would only delay her getting what she wanted. "Stand there," she instructed, getting onto her knees and crawling to Lindsay. "Spread."
Lindsay spread her legs and slid her fingers into Melanie's hair.
"Gimme," murmured Melanie, and put her tongue to the delta of short blonde hair.
12/28/05