This fic is rated: NC-17
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Leia/Mara
slashthedrabble Prompt #083: Speechless (no dialogue)
Warnings: girly bits being stroked by girly people
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted
were_lemur,
skywalker_days,
slashthedrabble My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
She arches up as Mara's fingers slip into her, press upward toward her belly and move in slow circles. Lets out a low, wordless cry as she hits something inside that feels so good it almost hurts.
Digs fingers into sheets, because all she can do is hold on while Mara does things to her, things that she never even thought of asking Han to try. Touches her in places that she could have sworn before were just skin, but now seem to have been transformed, transcended.
Ever since she was a child, Leia has always been eloquent. Until tonight.