Drabble: A Strange Thing (Lucifer)
Title: A Strange Thing
Author: dexstarr
Word Count: 247
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: femslash100 #515: Caress
Fandom: Lucifer
Characters: Mazikeen/Charlotte
Disclaimer: Lucifer is not mine and no profit is made from this work.
Summary: Human touch is a strange thing.
Human touch is a strange thing.
She should welcome Mazikeen’s touch least of all. She should be worried by the way Mazikeen’s face lights up at the first sight of her in a human body. All that flesh indeed. A history of torture stands between them, a millennia of stubbornly clinging to the belief that she didn’t deserve punishment.
A belief that mostly shielded her. Mazikeen was… inventive.
But that past history doesn’t protect her new human reflexes when Mazikeen locks manacles around her wrists and ankles. She stands, docile as a lamb, willing to submit-for now. The heavy metal bands pull her weak human hands down, forcing them to her lap. Her feet feel glued to the floor, the ludicrous heels from Mazikeen’s closet adding to her instability. She’s still getting used to this new body; stumbled the whole way here, in fact, but none of that accounts for her reaction.
Because at Mazikeen’s touch, her whole body shivers. A confusing, shaking sensation radiates out from her middle. It’s not the cold kiss of the metal. No, it’s Mazikeen’s hand on the back of her neck, palm light on the sensitive skin there.
She shivers again when Mazikeen pushes her to the leather couch. The demon sits close, tools of the trade ready and shining. Mazikeen’s eyes rake her hungrily, like the men on the street did, but with even more hunger and lust.
Human touch is a strange thing, but suddenly she wants more.
Author: dexstarr
Word Count: 247
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: femslash100 #515: Caress
Fandom: Lucifer
Characters: Mazikeen/Charlotte
Disclaimer: Lucifer is not mine and no profit is made from this work.
Summary: Human touch is a strange thing.
Human touch is a strange thing.
She should welcome Mazikeen’s touch least of all. She should be worried by the way Mazikeen’s face lights up at the first sight of her in a human body. All that flesh indeed. A history of torture stands between them, a millennia of stubbornly clinging to the belief that she didn’t deserve punishment.
A belief that mostly shielded her. Mazikeen was… inventive.
But that past history doesn’t protect her new human reflexes when Mazikeen locks manacles around her wrists and ankles. She stands, docile as a lamb, willing to submit-for now. The heavy metal bands pull her weak human hands down, forcing them to her lap. Her feet feel glued to the floor, the ludicrous heels from Mazikeen’s closet adding to her instability. She’s still getting used to this new body; stumbled the whole way here, in fact, but none of that accounts for her reaction.
Because at Mazikeen’s touch, her whole body shivers. A confusing, shaking sensation radiates out from her middle. It’s not the cold kiss of the metal. No, it’s Mazikeen’s hand on the back of her neck, palm light on the sensitive skin there.
She shivers again when Mazikeen pushes her to the leather couch. The demon sits close, tools of the trade ready and shining. Mazikeen’s eyes rake her hungrily, like the men on the street did, but with even more hunger and lust.
Human touch is a strange thing, but suddenly she wants more.