Prison Break - Headlock
Title: Headlock
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Sara/Gretchen
Category: Femlash
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Sometimes, instead of heading right away for the hotel bedroom, they meet up at the bar. (Post-series, non-epilogue compliant.)
Author’s Note: Written for rosie-spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge (Day 16).
This is a tiny companion piece for This is Gretchen.
Sometimes, instead of heading right away for the hotel bedroom, they meet up at the bar, and Gretchen offers Sara to buy her a drink. “Scotch?” she asks with a stone face. Sara’s not impressed. These days, it takes more than that, more than knowing that Gretchen has done her homework, to impress her. She sits on a high stool, lets the other woman ogle her knees or her breasts - this is why the two of them are here, after all, right? - and orders an iced tea.
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Sometimes, instead of having rendezvous at the hotel bar, they meet up downtown, and Sara lets Gretchen into her car. Gretchen sits where the hubby usually sits. She wonders if Sara does to the hubby what she does to Gretchen, in that car, downtown, parked in the street. If she pushes her hand between his legs and into his pants, and strokes him until he comes, until she shakes with arousal. If she can’t help herself. If the hubby smirks the way Gretchen smirks when Sara wipes her slick hand with a tissue.
*
They’re in a headlock. Have been from day one, and both of them know it.
It only makes things better.
*
--Comments are always welcome.
End note: Yes. So much for yesterday’s drabble being my last one...
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Sara/Gretchen
Category: Femlash
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Sometimes, instead of heading right away for the hotel bedroom, they meet up at the bar. (Post-series, non-epilogue compliant.)
Author’s Note: Written for rosie-spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge (Day 16).
This is a tiny companion piece for This is Gretchen.
Sometimes, instead of heading right away for the hotel bedroom, they meet up at the bar, and Gretchen offers Sara to buy her a drink. “Scotch?” she asks with a stone face. Sara’s not impressed. These days, it takes more than that, more than knowing that Gretchen has done her homework, to impress her. She sits on a high stool, lets the other woman ogle her knees or her breasts - this is why the two of them are here, after all, right? - and orders an iced tea.
*
Sometimes, instead of having rendezvous at the hotel bar, they meet up downtown, and Sara lets Gretchen into her car. Gretchen sits where the hubby usually sits. She wonders if Sara does to the hubby what she does to Gretchen, in that car, downtown, parked in the street. If she pushes her hand between his legs and into his pants, and strokes him until he comes, until she shakes with arousal. If she can’t help herself. If the hubby smirks the way Gretchen smirks when Sara wipes her slick hand with a tissue.
*
They’re in a headlock. Have been from day one, and both of them know it.
It only makes things better.
*
--Comments are always welcome.
End note: Yes. So much for yesterday’s drabble being my last one...