Kinks - Haven: Mara/Jordan, "I was looking for a breath of life"
Title: I was looking for a breath of life
Author: pickledminx
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Mara/Jordan
Prompt: Drabble cycle: kinks - breath
Rating: T
Word Count: 250
Summary She’s having a real love/hate relationship with being right, right now.
She’s having a real love/hate relationship with being right, right now. If she’d only listened to her instincts weeks ago, and gone through with it… not that she should have… but, well, there wouldn’t be a gun at her head, a tree at her back, and a surprisingly strong forearm pressing into her neck.
“I really don’t care if killing you also kills Audrey Parker,” Jordan tries - aside from the kill her with what dilemma; since Mara took no time disarming her. And maybe, threatening the person who’s currently debating whether to shoot her or choke her isn’t a smart idea.
“Except you do. Or you’d have done it when you had the chance.” There’s a sharp shove, and Jordan’s head swims. “I almost liked you. Out of everyone in Audrey’s pathetic little Trouble-solving gang, I thought you were different. But you’re as wrapped up in her as they are.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Prove it.” And then, inexplicably, the pistol migrates a line down Jordan’s body, until it’s thrust back into her possession. “Or, I could give you what you really want.”
Mara’s free hand is at Jordan’s hip, pushing up beneath her shirt. In one swift movement, she leans in and kisses her - roughly, wetly, and over before Jordan can even figure why she’s started kissing back, just as hard; like it’s a competition.
Mara releases her in a dizzying gasp of breath; laughs, then takes off. Jordan fires, but misses by about two trees. Not on purpose, she swears.
Author: pickledminx
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Mara/Jordan
Prompt: Drabble cycle: kinks - breath
Rating: T
Word Count: 250
Summary She’s having a real love/hate relationship with being right, right now.
She’s having a real love/hate relationship with being right, right now. If she’d only listened to her instincts weeks ago, and gone through with it… not that she should have… but, well, there wouldn’t be a gun at her head, a tree at her back, and a surprisingly strong forearm pressing into her neck.
“I really don’t care if killing you also kills Audrey Parker,” Jordan tries - aside from the kill her with what dilemma; since Mara took no time disarming her. And maybe, threatening the person who’s currently debating whether to shoot her or choke her isn’t a smart idea.
“Except you do. Or you’d have done it when you had the chance.” There’s a sharp shove, and Jordan’s head swims. “I almost liked you. Out of everyone in Audrey’s pathetic little Trouble-solving gang, I thought you were different. But you’re as wrapped up in her as they are.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Prove it.” And then, inexplicably, the pistol migrates a line down Jordan’s body, until it’s thrust back into her possession. “Or, I could give you what you really want.”
Mara’s free hand is at Jordan’s hip, pushing up beneath her shirt. In one swift movement, she leans in and kisses her - roughly, wetly, and over before Jordan can even figure why she’s started kissing back, just as hard; like it’s a competition.
Mara releases her in a dizzying gasp of breath; laughs, then takes off. Jordan fires, but misses by about two trees. Not on purpose, she swears.