20 - Diagram, Cosy
Generic header for all drabbles:
Team: Longcoats!
Rating: Mature, again with the vague.
Length: 300, again, with all three. *sighs*
Challenge: 20, "stick"-and its various forms
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Title: Diagram
Characters: DG/Glitch... Lilies 'Verse, so Wyatt/DG/Glitch... Post Bitter Fruit, before ILEH...
DG tore a small stick in two, half-smirking. ‘Do you think it’s sort of interesting that I’ve been with two guys at the same time-’
‘And how!’ chirped in Glitch, as they walked beside saplings of the new orchard. ‘You were saying?’
‘But not another woman and a man?’
Glitch stopped in his tracks, mouth gaping. ‘Uh, DG, you know,’ he struggled to know if she was teasing, ‘if that’s something you want to do…’
She leaned into him, cupping his chin, catching the scent of his breath, his rough stubble across her nose, her lips, then the sweet softness of tongues touching. In the vernal hush of the orchard, she had to let him take her. Only it wasn’t as the days before Wyatt had captured their hearts enough to mend and meld. Now she needed Glitch over her, the cold earth at her back. But it was cold earth, and nothing could take Wyatt’s place. Glitch sensed it, too, the change in them. He broke the rhythm suddenly, controlling carefully the way he moved inside her. She shuddered, cold and hot identically, and laughed at the look on his face.
‘What?’ she asked, running a finger along his face, down his chest, nearly to her own warmth.
‘Just wondering. I know what two guys do together, thanks to Wyatt’s slightly innovative approach to love-making.’ He borrowed her confused expression. ‘But what-how-two women?’
‘I’ll draw you a diagram.’
‘Would you?’ His eyes lit up. Then he turned critical. ‘You’d try to, anyway. Oh,’ he inhaled sharply, ‘I bet Wyatt knows. I told you he once possessed a noble sexual prowess. But later.’ His low, throaty laugh matched the descent of his body, and he readied her, his hands gently pressing her thighs apart, ‘I was busy…’
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Title: Cosy
Characters: DG, Chessa... (Wyatt's niece from Lilies 'Verse)
Note: Not exactly a pairing of the two, but... well... And not really Lilies 'Verse. AU of, maybe?
A low lamp upon the desk in DG’s studio failed to inform them that the snow was lessening. She swerved from the window to perceive Chessa Cain, looking cosy in her flannel nightgown, plaid housecoat, and wool slippers. Ever since meeting Wyatt’s niece, DG had had a difficult time describing the colour of her hair. Redder than blonde, though not quite strawberry-hued. But she had Cain eyes, Cain shoulders…
‘At this rate, we’ll have a foot of snow.’ DG sat next to her on the small sofa, used for naps between paintings, at her Issilthrush home. Hours ago, Chessa had come for dinner, a rare happening, and had gotten snowed in. As usual, around Chessa, DG felt-peculiar tension. She’d tried talking to Wyatt about it once, who shrugged his shoulders. Glitch suggested talking to her. DG supposed she wasn’t the only one who felt anxious.
‘So,’ DG started.
‘So,’ Chessa echoed.
‘Hey, is this because I’m a princess? Because it’s not me. It’d be different if I thought you didn’t like me.’
‘No,’ Chessa said. ‘I do. You’re-nice.’
DG’s eyelids narrowed. ‘So that’s it.’ In a hasty decision, just to see if she was right or wrong, or if Chessa needed a chance to decide for herself, DG swooped in and stuck their lips together. The moment Chessa receded, DG didn’t know if she was going to be slapped or laughed at. But, as usual between them, there was no action, no words. Though the tension had disappeared. She smiled, satisfied with herself, with Chessa’s Cain-like blue eyes.
‘I’ve always wanted to do that,’ DG confessed.
‘Me too.’
Something they had in common.
‘Make sure Uncle Wyatt doesn’t find out.’
‘Ha, in his dreams…’
DG thought Chessa probably had her mother’s laugh. It had a hint of Cain.
Team: Longcoats!
Rating: Mature, again with the vague.
Length: 300, again, with all three. *sighs*
Challenge: 20, "stick"-and its various forms
-x-
Title: Diagram
Characters: DG/Glitch... Lilies 'Verse, so Wyatt/DG/Glitch... Post Bitter Fruit, before ILEH...
DG tore a small stick in two, half-smirking. ‘Do you think it’s sort of interesting that I’ve been with two guys at the same time-’
‘And how!’ chirped in Glitch, as they walked beside saplings of the new orchard. ‘You were saying?’
‘But not another woman and a man?’
Glitch stopped in his tracks, mouth gaping. ‘Uh, DG, you know,’ he struggled to know if she was teasing, ‘if that’s something you want to do…’
She leaned into him, cupping his chin, catching the scent of his breath, his rough stubble across her nose, her lips, then the sweet softness of tongues touching. In the vernal hush of the orchard, she had to let him take her. Only it wasn’t as the days before Wyatt had captured their hearts enough to mend and meld. Now she needed Glitch over her, the cold earth at her back. But it was cold earth, and nothing could take Wyatt’s place. Glitch sensed it, too, the change in them. He broke the rhythm suddenly, controlling carefully the way he moved inside her. She shuddered, cold and hot identically, and laughed at the look on his face.
‘What?’ she asked, running a finger along his face, down his chest, nearly to her own warmth.
‘Just wondering. I know what two guys do together, thanks to Wyatt’s slightly innovative approach to love-making.’ He borrowed her confused expression. ‘But what-how-two women?’
‘I’ll draw you a diagram.’
‘Would you?’ His eyes lit up. Then he turned critical. ‘You’d try to, anyway. Oh,’ he inhaled sharply, ‘I bet Wyatt knows. I told you he once possessed a noble sexual prowess. But later.’ His low, throaty laugh matched the descent of his body, and he readied her, his hands gently pressing her thighs apart, ‘I was busy…’
-x-
Title: Cosy
Characters: DG, Chessa... (Wyatt's niece from Lilies 'Verse)
Note: Not exactly a pairing of the two, but... well... And not really Lilies 'Verse. AU of, maybe?
A low lamp upon the desk in DG’s studio failed to inform them that the snow was lessening. She swerved from the window to perceive Chessa Cain, looking cosy in her flannel nightgown, plaid housecoat, and wool slippers. Ever since meeting Wyatt’s niece, DG had had a difficult time describing the colour of her hair. Redder than blonde, though not quite strawberry-hued. But she had Cain eyes, Cain shoulders…
‘At this rate, we’ll have a foot of snow.’ DG sat next to her on the small sofa, used for naps between paintings, at her Issilthrush home. Hours ago, Chessa had come for dinner, a rare happening, and had gotten snowed in. As usual, around Chessa, DG felt-peculiar tension. She’d tried talking to Wyatt about it once, who shrugged his shoulders. Glitch suggested talking to her. DG supposed she wasn’t the only one who felt anxious.
‘So,’ DG started.
‘So,’ Chessa echoed.
‘Hey, is this because I’m a princess? Because it’s not me. It’d be different if I thought you didn’t like me.’
‘No,’ Chessa said. ‘I do. You’re-nice.’
DG’s eyelids narrowed. ‘So that’s it.’ In a hasty decision, just to see if she was right or wrong, or if Chessa needed a chance to decide for herself, DG swooped in and stuck their lips together. The moment Chessa receded, DG didn’t know if she was going to be slapped or laughed at. But, as usual between them, there was no action, no words. Though the tension had disappeared. She smiled, satisfied with herself, with Chessa’s Cain-like blue eyes.
‘I’ve always wanted to do that,’ DG confessed.
‘Me too.’
Something they had in common.
‘Make sure Uncle Wyatt doesn’t find out.’
‘Ha, in his dreams…’
DG thought Chessa probably had her mother’s laugh. It had a hint of Cain.