Drabbletag5, Orphan Black, Cosima/Siobhan, tenderness
Title: Breathe, Quickly
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Siobhan
Rating: R
Word Count: 160
Prompt: Tenderness
Notes: This was supposed to be a G-rated fic, but oh well. :)
Cosima is a little surprised as Siobhan works her fingers deftly from one nipple to the other. How she tenderly circles the pink flesh before giving them a little pinch that makes it difficult for Cosima to stifle her moans.
Her bra still hung loosely from her right shoulder, but neither seemed to pay any mind to it.
Before now, Cosima had distantly wondered if Siobhan had been with another woman before. She was left with little doubt.
Not with how she was currently stroking Cosima gently, but firmly between her legs. Her fingers pressed against her, going up and down.
Cosima arches her hips upward, trying with desperation to take in more of her touch, wishing that her jeans and underwear were off of her.
Cosima's gasps come in quick succession, in time with the expert motions of the elder woman's hand, thinking in a cliché way if she was going to explode from all of this sweet pressure.
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Siobhan
Rating: R
Word Count: 160
Prompt: Tenderness
Notes: This was supposed to be a G-rated fic, but oh well. :)
Cosima is a little surprised as Siobhan works her fingers deftly from one nipple to the other. How she tenderly circles the pink flesh before giving them a little pinch that makes it difficult for Cosima to stifle her moans.
Her bra still hung loosely from her right shoulder, but neither seemed to pay any mind to it.
Before now, Cosima had distantly wondered if Siobhan had been with another woman before. She was left with little doubt.
Not with how she was currently stroking Cosima gently, but firmly between her legs. Her fingers pressed against her, going up and down.
Cosima arches her hips upward, trying with desperation to take in more of her touch, wishing that her jeans and underwear were off of her.
Cosima's gasps come in quick succession, in time with the expert motions of the elder woman's hand, thinking in a cliché way if she was going to explode from all of this sweet pressure.