Drabbletag5, Orphan Black, Beth/Angie, handcuffs
Title: Red
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Beth/Angie
Prompt: handcuffs
Rating: R
Word Count: 170
Summary: Her own handcuffs used against her.
The handcuffs pinch her wrists uncomfortably, but Angie knows that, so it's unnecessary for Beth to say so.
But, that was part of the thrill, wasn't it? It was even more thrilling because the handcuffs were hers, the weight them different on her skin compared to when they hung from her belt. It was odd, really. More odd that she thinking about them rather than focusing on how Angie's still clothed leg is sliding between her own, her knee jutting upwards, pressing in.
She jerks her body, more than she wanted to allow, bites her lower lip to keep in a gasp of surprise.
The smirk is evident in Angie's voice. "Feel nice, hm? Shall I do it again?" Her knee presses harder.
Teeth digging into her own skin, her feet scrape backwards, fingers grasping at nothing but air.
Angie chuckles good-humoredly, breath warm, her hands reaching around Beth's waist until she finds the zipper. "Now let's see what color underwear you have on." More chuckling. "My guess is red."
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Beth/Angie
Prompt: handcuffs
Rating: R
Word Count: 170
Summary: Her own handcuffs used against her.
The handcuffs pinch her wrists uncomfortably, but Angie knows that, so it's unnecessary for Beth to say so.
But, that was part of the thrill, wasn't it? It was even more thrilling because the handcuffs were hers, the weight them different on her skin compared to when they hung from her belt. It was odd, really. More odd that she thinking about them rather than focusing on how Angie's still clothed leg is sliding between her own, her knee jutting upwards, pressing in.
She jerks her body, more than she wanted to allow, bites her lower lip to keep in a gasp of surprise.
The smirk is evident in Angie's voice. "Feel nice, hm? Shall I do it again?" Her knee presses harder.
Teeth digging into her own skin, her feet scrape backwards, fingers grasping at nothing but air.
Angie chuckles good-humoredly, breath warm, her hands reaching around Beth's waist until she finds the zipper. "Now let's see what color underwear you have on." More chuckling. "My guess is red."