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Alphabetize pairings. They will be archived that way!Put [RPF] before RPF prompts ( Read more... )
That's the whole prompt. Go crazy with whatever you wish!
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Um. I am drawing a blank right now because there are so many possibilities with them. :9
Honestly, I'm just super excited someone wants to write it, so I'll take whatever you want to give! Thank you!
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“I don't normally do this.”
“No?”
“No,” Olivia shook her head and then kissed Natasha again. “Sleeping with people you work with is a bad idea.”
“The mission's done, we're not working together anymore.”
“Good point,” Oliva's nimble fingers were unbuttoning Natasha's blouse. The blouse ended up on the floor. Natasha had a large purple bruise on her shoulder where a bad guy had landed a blow. “Does it hurt we can stop if...”
“No, we can't,” Natasha pulled the blonde Fringe Agent into another hard open mouthed kiss.
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It was starting to rain, a sudden storm that had almost drenched them on their way to Olivia's place. They kissed as soon as they got in the door ( ... )
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After a few minutes teasing her clit and making brief expeditions into Natasha's wetness with her fingers Olivia pushed Natasha to the bed ( ... )
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Olivia fucked Natasha hard and deep, settling into a steady rhythm. Natasha moaned in time with the thrusts.
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Natasha grabbed a hold of Olivia's hair with her left hand, pulling on it sharply. Olivia cried out, arching her back, grinding her hips to meet Natasha's strokes. Her eyes and mouth wide open her whole being being consumed by the carnal act. Natasha slapped her ass again, stepping things up gear, fucking her harder, faster.
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Olivia licked her thumb and put her hand on Natasha's ass, her thumb positioned to flick back and forth over her asshole. Natasha whispered a stream of expletives and urged Olivia, “Harder, fuck me harder!” Natasha lowered her head an raised her behind, the new angle and the increased oomph and speed from Olivia made her cry out louder.
***Both woman were breathing hard, groaning wantonly. There was nothing else in their world but pleasure. A small nub on the inside of the harness ( ... )
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I'm just gonna print this out and take it to my bunk, k?
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That was one of the hottest fics and pairings I've had the pleasure to read.
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