Impulse Buying (Sandra/Angela)
Title: Impulse Buying
Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: nc-17/femslash
Characters/Pairing: Sandra/Angela
Summary: There was this sex shop with half covered windows that she had never been in to, but she knew exactly where it was, and she had been extra aware of it for some time…
Word count: 663
Spoilers/Warnings: I suppose rating and genre serve as warning?
Notes: The plot is in Between Women. Here, you’ll have to do without it.
It was Sandra who bought the strap-on. (She hid in a place Noah didn’t know of, because if he did he would surely have used it himself for some thing or another.) There was this sex shop with half covered windows that she had never been in to, but she knew exactly where it was, and she had been extra aware of it for some time. She didn’t know what she was looking for exactly, not until she entered the shop and looked around, shyly. She didn’t stay very long in there. She needed only that one thing. She acted on an impulse, didn’t really know why she bought it, but maybe it was because of something Angela had said or hinted at some time? When she first saw it, she figured that Angela was the one who was going to wear it.
But that was not how it happened.
Angela smirked when she saw the dildo in its harness, and said:
“Oh really, Sandra? You are getting bolder. I like that.”
She sat on the side of the bed, she looked up at Sandra and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
She was excited, of course. But her voice was calm, almost cold, as if she was giving a routine order to an underling over the phone. Except that it wasn’t about that at all, and Sandra loved the contrast between the tone of Angela’s voice and the passion that was hidden in it. It wasn’t a suggestion when she said:
“I’d like to see you wearing it.”
Yes, of course. That was what she wanted. Sandra almost staggered under the wave of arousal that hit her when Angela’s words sank in. Angela wanted her to wear it. Sandra was already half naked, and Angela started to undress without taking her eyes off her for a second. Sandra thought about how she was going fuck Angela; hard, carefully, thoroughly, sweetly, beyond her wit and senses. She’s going to love it, Sandra thought, and her loving it will be the most beautiful thing in the world.
So, she dressed herself; adjusted the straps and moved toward Angela on the bed; Angela, who fell back against the pillows with a soft sigh.
Sandra looked at the older woman who was her lover and she felt a little awkward at first, because she wasn’t sure how to do it; she hadn’t been in exactly that position before.
She was good with her hands and mouth, but then what? She moved hesitatingly over Angela, who guided her with her hand, and Sandra was inside of her - or at least something attached to Sandra was - and she started moving her hips, biting her lip a little.
“There, there”, Angela murmured, “don’t be shy, you’re doing it right.”
“Maybe”, Sandra replied, “you should have shown me first…”
“No, no. Not at all; just do it the way you know you want to. Just feel me, Sandra.”
So Sandra was thrusting with a little more confidence; Angela put her hands on her hips and started to move under her. Sandra began to feel her. She was figuring it out. They didn’t have to talk anymore. It was so sweet it almost made her dizzy. There were Angela’s closed eyelids, there were her hardened nipples, there was her half open mouth; Sandra kissed her. When Angela began to moan, she felt triumphant. She was in control of the sounds the older woman was making like a conductor, and she was building up a crescendo and she never wanted to stop.
As Angela’s cries got louder, Sandra felt like she was loosing control too; nothing existed except their slick bodies that rubbed against each other. They shared the same wings of rapture and flew through a silver rain of ecstasy.
Sandra watched intensely the look on Angela’s face. Yes, she had undoubtedly fucked Angela into oblivion.
It had been a very wise decision to go into that shop.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: nc-17/femslash
Characters/Pairing: Sandra/Angela
Summary: There was this sex shop with half covered windows that she had never been in to, but she knew exactly where it was, and she had been extra aware of it for some time…
Word count: 663
Spoilers/Warnings: I suppose rating and genre serve as warning?
Notes: The plot is in Between Women. Here, you’ll have to do without it.
It was Sandra who bought the strap-on. (She hid in a place Noah didn’t know of, because if he did he would surely have used it himself for some thing or another.) There was this sex shop with half covered windows that she had never been in to, but she knew exactly where it was, and she had been extra aware of it for some time. She didn’t know what she was looking for exactly, not until she entered the shop and looked around, shyly. She didn’t stay very long in there. She needed only that one thing. She acted on an impulse, didn’t really know why she bought it, but maybe it was because of something Angela had said or hinted at some time? When she first saw it, she figured that Angela was the one who was going to wear it.
But that was not how it happened.
Angela smirked when she saw the dildo in its harness, and said:
“Oh really, Sandra? You are getting bolder. I like that.”
She sat on the side of the bed, she looked up at Sandra and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
She was excited, of course. But her voice was calm, almost cold, as if she was giving a routine order to an underling over the phone. Except that it wasn’t about that at all, and Sandra loved the contrast between the tone of Angela’s voice and the passion that was hidden in it. It wasn’t a suggestion when she said:
“I’d like to see you wearing it.”
Yes, of course. That was what she wanted. Sandra almost staggered under the wave of arousal that hit her when Angela’s words sank in. Angela wanted her to wear it. Sandra was already half naked, and Angela started to undress without taking her eyes off her for a second. Sandra thought about how she was going fuck Angela; hard, carefully, thoroughly, sweetly, beyond her wit and senses. She’s going to love it, Sandra thought, and her loving it will be the most beautiful thing in the world.
So, she dressed herself; adjusted the straps and moved toward Angela on the bed; Angela, who fell back against the pillows with a soft sigh.
Sandra looked at the older woman who was her lover and she felt a little awkward at first, because she wasn’t sure how to do it; she hadn’t been in exactly that position before.
She was good with her hands and mouth, but then what? She moved hesitatingly over Angela, who guided her with her hand, and Sandra was inside of her - or at least something attached to Sandra was - and she started moving her hips, biting her lip a little.
“There, there”, Angela murmured, “don’t be shy, you’re doing it right.”
“Maybe”, Sandra replied, “you should have shown me first…”
“No, no. Not at all; just do it the way you know you want to. Just feel me, Sandra.”
So Sandra was thrusting with a little more confidence; Angela put her hands on her hips and started to move under her. Sandra began to feel her. She was figuring it out. They didn’t have to talk anymore. It was so sweet it almost made her dizzy. There were Angela’s closed eyelids, there were her hardened nipples, there was her half open mouth; Sandra kissed her. When Angela began to moan, she felt triumphant. She was in control of the sounds the older woman was making like a conductor, and she was building up a crescendo and she never wanted to stop.
As Angela’s cries got louder, Sandra felt like she was loosing control too; nothing existed except their slick bodies that rubbed against each other. They shared the same wings of rapture and flew through a silver rain of ecstasy.
Sandra watched intensely the look on Angela’s face. Yes, she had undoubtedly fucked Angela into oblivion.
It had been a very wise decision to go into that shop.