Fic: Don't drop the soap
Title: Don't drop the soap
Fandom: The Hollows - Rachel Morgan Series by Kim Harrison
Pairing: Rachel/Ivy
Author: Dollfleshdecay
Words: 1078
Rating: R / NC-17
Copyright: KH holds the copyright. I own nothing.
Summary: Ivy catches Rachel masturbating after a run in the I.S. showers.
Note: This takes place before Vampiric Charms, when Rachel and Ivy are partners in the I.S. It's AU. It follows vignette in: A lot can happen in seventeen years and The run that wasn't and When The Time Is Right
(Fourth? I'm not sure if this counts as porn or not.. *shrug* And I'm not sure if I like this or not. Feedback greatly appreciated!)
I shucked my dirty clothes into my locker, closing it haphazardly on my bra before opening it again and shoving it in. I smelled like putrid garbage, dirt, and old blood from a almost failed run. I desperately needed a relaxing shower before I crawled into a mountain of paperwork. It was my favourite and my least favourite part of the job.
My heart beat wildly in my chest as a moan reverberated through the I.S. locker room. The locker room was huge in comparison to the amount of women on payroll. We each got at least two or three lockers to ourselves; one for clean clothes, the other for dirty, and another for shampoo and toiletries.... Well, at least that’s how I organized mine. I could usually get some privacy after a run, and I guess someone else had the same idea.
Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly made my way to the shower area. The steam parted as if on command to reveal Rachel, her shock of red hair and a well muscled body swaying towards the warm water was unmistakable even in the muggy mist. I should have guessed it was Rachel, she would need a shower too after our run. Rachel would be the type to masturbate after high-intensity assignments...
Rachel’s hands were massaging her breasts as she tilted her face up into the spray, accentuating her long swanlike neck. Her eyes were closed in a wash of pleasure as she tweaked and rolled her nipples between her fingers. My legs clamped together and I bit my lip to stifle myself.
For the love of blood, she is beautiful. I watched as the spray flowed down her neck between her breasts, down her taut stomach to pool at the apex of her thighs, and I licked my lips at the sight of her bare glistening lips. My eyes roved down her ass and legs, toned from years of martial arts training, drinking her in.
One of Rachel’s hands moved from her breast, trailing down her stomach to the pulsing nub between her thighs. The sounds that were erupting from her as she circled her clit were making me tremble with want. Then suddenly she stiffened, but not from orgasm. Shit. I could scent that she had been close, but she must have sensed my presence.
Rachel quickly extracted her hand from between her legs, and turned to look at me. She relaxed visibly, glad to see I wasn’t some psycho pervert. Her cheeks were blotchy red with embarrassment, unsure of what I had seen, but she flashed me a cheeky grin to play it off.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow suggestively. Her jaw dropped at my blunt request. “The other shower is broken, and this one is the only one with hot water anyway.” I said, recovering.
“Uh, sure,” She shrugged. “We’re all girls in here.” I almost laughed at the irony of the statement. Yes we are, and thank God for that. I dropped my towel dramatically, letting it slide down my body and fall to the tiled floor. I immediately regretted it, however, I was going to have to dry myself on a different one. Though her reaction made it worth it. Rachel’s eyes practically bugged out of her head as they wondered over my body, and a thrill thundered through me, making me feel more self assured. Her gaze moved down to skim my legs, then settled back up to my obviously hardened nipples. She unconsciously licked her lips and my nose flared as I caught scent of her arousal wafting from her anew, Redwood and something entirely Rachel.
I sauntered into the shower and I smiled gratefully as she scooted over for me to wet my hair. “Can I borrow your shampoo?” I asked, smiling coyly down at her. I expected her to simply hand me the bottle, but she squirted some into her hand and ran her fingers through my hair. I was surprised, but managed not to shy away. The feel of her fingers massaging my scalp made me want to push her up against the wall and finish the job she had started earlier.
“You have gorgeous hair,” She sighed. “I wish mine was silky and straight like yours.” I wanted to tell her that her riotous curls were beautiful, and that I couldn’t get my hair to curl at all, but I was too enamored with the sensation of her touch.
My eyes fluttered shut as I imagined her fingers were tangled in my hair for entirely different reasons. I imagined her fingers massaging my scalp soothingly as I kneeled before her, worshiping her with my lips and tongue. I imagined her tugging, frantically pulling my lips to cover hers as I thrust my sex against her own, her well-muscled thighs wrapped around my waist. I must have mewled in pleasure at the onslaught of images because Rachel jumped, and suddenly removed her fingers from my hair.
I smiled at her awkwardly before rinsing out the shampoo. Her close proximity and mixing our scents like this was driving me wild. I really shouldn’t be doing this. But I couldn’t help myself, and obviously Rachel couldn’t either. I wanted to return the favour and shampoo her hair, but she reached the shampoo bottle before I could and began massaging some into her own scalp.
I reached for the body wash and loofa’d my body instead. I shivered as I realised she was still watching me as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Our eyes met as I ran the loofa over my breasts, the heat in her gaze making me wet for an entirely different reason. I hoped Witches didn’t have the sense of smell that Vampires do. She looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and stepped out of the spray to let me rinse off.
There was no more excuse for me to stay after I washed my face. I twisted my hair to ring out the excess water and exited the shower to grab a fresh towel.
“Ivy?” She called, and my heart raced as I turned to face her. I looked at her expectantly, but she bit her lip. “Never mind.” Damn. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And as I left her in the shower area to put on my clothes, I could swear that she switched the water to cold.
Fandom: The Hollows - Rachel Morgan Series by Kim Harrison
Pairing: Rachel/Ivy
Author: Dollfleshdecay
Words: 1078
Rating: R / NC-17
Copyright: KH holds the copyright. I own nothing.
Summary: Ivy catches Rachel masturbating after a run in the I.S. showers.
Note: This takes place before Vampiric Charms, when Rachel and Ivy are partners in the I.S. It's AU. It follows vignette in: A lot can happen in seventeen years and The run that wasn't and When The Time Is Right
(Fourth? I'm not sure if this counts as porn or not.. *shrug* And I'm not sure if I like this or not. Feedback greatly appreciated!)
I shucked my dirty clothes into my locker, closing it haphazardly on my bra before opening it again and shoving it in. I smelled like putrid garbage, dirt, and old blood from a almost failed run. I desperately needed a relaxing shower before I crawled into a mountain of paperwork. It was my favourite and my least favourite part of the job.
My heart beat wildly in my chest as a moan reverberated through the I.S. locker room. The locker room was huge in comparison to the amount of women on payroll. We each got at least two or three lockers to ourselves; one for clean clothes, the other for dirty, and another for shampoo and toiletries.... Well, at least that’s how I organized mine. I could usually get some privacy after a run, and I guess someone else had the same idea.
Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly made my way to the shower area. The steam parted as if on command to reveal Rachel, her shock of red hair and a well muscled body swaying towards the warm water was unmistakable even in the muggy mist. I should have guessed it was Rachel, she would need a shower too after our run. Rachel would be the type to masturbate after high-intensity assignments...
Rachel’s hands were massaging her breasts as she tilted her face up into the spray, accentuating her long swanlike neck. Her eyes were closed in a wash of pleasure as she tweaked and rolled her nipples between her fingers. My legs clamped together and I bit my lip to stifle myself.
For the love of blood, she is beautiful. I watched as the spray flowed down her neck between her breasts, down her taut stomach to pool at the apex of her thighs, and I licked my lips at the sight of her bare glistening lips. My eyes roved down her ass and legs, toned from years of martial arts training, drinking her in.
One of Rachel’s hands moved from her breast, trailing down her stomach to the pulsing nub between her thighs. The sounds that were erupting from her as she circled her clit were making me tremble with want. Then suddenly she stiffened, but not from orgasm. Shit. I could scent that she had been close, but she must have sensed my presence.
Rachel quickly extracted her hand from between her legs, and turned to look at me. She relaxed visibly, glad to see I wasn’t some psycho pervert. Her cheeks were blotchy red with embarrassment, unsure of what I had seen, but she flashed me a cheeky grin to play it off.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow suggestively. Her jaw dropped at my blunt request. “The other shower is broken, and this one is the only one with hot water anyway.” I said, recovering.
“Uh, sure,” She shrugged. “We’re all girls in here.” I almost laughed at the irony of the statement. Yes we are, and thank God for that. I dropped my towel dramatically, letting it slide down my body and fall to the tiled floor. I immediately regretted it, however, I was going to have to dry myself on a different one. Though her reaction made it worth it. Rachel’s eyes practically bugged out of her head as they wondered over my body, and a thrill thundered through me, making me feel more self assured. Her gaze moved down to skim my legs, then settled back up to my obviously hardened nipples. She unconsciously licked her lips and my nose flared as I caught scent of her arousal wafting from her anew, Redwood and something entirely Rachel.
I sauntered into the shower and I smiled gratefully as she scooted over for me to wet my hair. “Can I borrow your shampoo?” I asked, smiling coyly down at her. I expected her to simply hand me the bottle, but she squirted some into her hand and ran her fingers through my hair. I was surprised, but managed not to shy away. The feel of her fingers massaging my scalp made me want to push her up against the wall and finish the job she had started earlier.
“You have gorgeous hair,” She sighed. “I wish mine was silky and straight like yours.” I wanted to tell her that her riotous curls were beautiful, and that I couldn’t get my hair to curl at all, but I was too enamored with the sensation of her touch.
My eyes fluttered shut as I imagined her fingers were tangled in my hair for entirely different reasons. I imagined her fingers massaging my scalp soothingly as I kneeled before her, worshiping her with my lips and tongue. I imagined her tugging, frantically pulling my lips to cover hers as I thrust my sex against her own, her well-muscled thighs wrapped around my waist. I must have mewled in pleasure at the onslaught of images because Rachel jumped, and suddenly removed her fingers from my hair.
I smiled at her awkwardly before rinsing out the shampoo. Her close proximity and mixing our scents like this was driving me wild. I really shouldn’t be doing this. But I couldn’t help myself, and obviously Rachel couldn’t either. I wanted to return the favour and shampoo her hair, but she reached the shampoo bottle before I could and began massaging some into her own scalp.
I reached for the body wash and loofa’d my body instead. I shivered as I realised she was still watching me as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. Our eyes met as I ran the loofa over my breasts, the heat in her gaze making me wet for an entirely different reason. I hoped Witches didn’t have the sense of smell that Vampires do. She looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and stepped out of the spray to let me rinse off.
There was no more excuse for me to stay after I washed my face. I twisted my hair to ring out the excess water and exited the shower to grab a fresh towel.
“Ivy?” She called, and my heart raced as I turned to face her. I looked at her expectantly, but she bit her lip. “Never mind.” Damn. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And as I left her in the shower area to put on my clothes, I could swear that she switched the water to cold.