Next to Normal, Diana/Natalie, "Wrong"
Title: Wrong
Fandom: Next To Normal (because, seriously, there isn't enough of it.)
Pairing: Diana/Natalie
Rating: R, for minor sexytimes.
Summary: "It's just... I'm old enough to be your mother. In fact, I am your mother"
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or Next To Normal. At all.
WARNING! This story contains consensual incest and consensual sex between two women. You have been warned.
"What. What is it?" Natalie mumbles against the soft flesh of her lover. She pulls back, locking brown eyes with ice blue ones.
"It's just..." The other woman starts, despite the growing ache between her legs. "I'm old enough to be your mother. In fact, I am your mother." Diana says the last part as quietly as she can, as though she is afraid someone will hear.
Natalie laughs. Outright, unabashed laughs. Diana frowns, and opens her mouth to protest but is cut off when Nat kisses her. Diana tries to protest by pulling away, but there really isn't anywhere you can retreat to when you're pressed up against a wall. She is brought crashing back into reality by a slender thigh pressed exactly where it shouldn't be. She gasps, and Natalie takes full advantage of her parted lips.
They get a rhythm going, and Diana starts to forget just exactly how wrong it is just in time for her to realize she's close to orgasm.
"Diana?" Diana's eyes snap open. She looks up to see Dr. What's-his-face standing over her. "Your treatment's over now. How are you feeling?" Diana blinks.
She wonders if she'll dream of Natalie every time. She doesn't think she'll mind too much.
Fandom: Next To Normal (because, seriously, there isn't enough of it.)
Pairing: Diana/Natalie
Rating: R, for minor sexytimes.
Summary: "It's just... I'm old enough to be your mother. In fact, I am your mother"
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or Next To Normal. At all.
WARNING! This story contains consensual incest and consensual sex between two women. You have been warned.
"What. What is it?" Natalie mumbles against the soft flesh of her lover. She pulls back, locking brown eyes with ice blue ones.
"It's just..." The other woman starts, despite the growing ache between her legs. "I'm old enough to be your mother. In fact, I am your mother." Diana says the last part as quietly as she can, as though she is afraid someone will hear.
Natalie laughs. Outright, unabashed laughs. Diana frowns, and opens her mouth to protest but is cut off when Nat kisses her. Diana tries to protest by pulling away, but there really isn't anywhere you can retreat to when you're pressed up against a wall. She is brought crashing back into reality by a slender thigh pressed exactly where it shouldn't be. She gasps, and Natalie takes full advantage of her parted lips.
They get a rhythm going, and Diana starts to forget just exactly how wrong it is just in time for her to realize she's close to orgasm.
"Diana?" Diana's eyes snap open. She looks up to see Dr. What's-his-face standing over her. "Your treatment's over now. How are you feeling?" Diana blinks.
She wonders if she'll dream of Natalie every time. She doesn't think she'll mind too much.