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Title: For Mike Delfino
Pairing: Susan/Edie, implied Mike/Susan and Mike/Edie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Desperate Housewives is not mine.
Sometimes Edie forgot what she was competing with Susan over. Mike Delfino faded into the background, and then it was just the two of them.
Staring at each other. Glaring.
Edie slipped her skimpy apron off, tossed it on the ground. She wasn't wearing a bra.
It didn't matter that Mike wasn't there. Susan couldn't be out-done.
Off came Susan's shirt, and then they were grappling on the sofa.
Not having sex.
Grappling.
Physically. Intimately.
Susan worked her hands over Edie's breasts, suppressing a jealous scowl. Edie forced her fingers between Susan's legs, while shoving her tongue into Susan's mouth.
Hot, hard, fierce, violent; they fucked brutally; clawing, tearing, ripping, hurting.
It wasn't sex; it was a competition.
It didn't matter that Mike wasn't there to see the performance.
Pairing: Susan/Edie, implied Mike/Susan and Mike/Edie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Desperate Housewives is not mine.
Sometimes Edie forgot what she was competing with Susan over. Mike Delfino faded into the background, and then it was just the two of them.
Staring at each other. Glaring.
Edie slipped her skimpy apron off, tossed it on the ground. She wasn't wearing a bra.
It didn't matter that Mike wasn't there. Susan couldn't be out-done.
Off came Susan's shirt, and then they were grappling on the sofa.
Not having sex.
Grappling.
Physically. Intimately.
Susan worked her hands over Edie's breasts, suppressing a jealous scowl. Edie forced her fingers between Susan's legs, while shoving her tongue into Susan's mouth.
Hot, hard, fierce, violent; they fucked brutally; clawing, tearing, ripping, hurting.
It wasn't sex; it was a competition.
It didn't matter that Mike wasn't there to see the performance.