A is for Anticipate, B is for Bamboozle
Title: Interpretations of an Unspoken Charge
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Angua/Sally
Claim: the whole of Discworld! Score!
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
A/N: I didn't ever intend to pair these two up, but I was pressured - sort of - to write one fic on the pairing, and now I find I rather enjoy it after all.
In time, Angua began to understand the tingle on her neck, the tightening of her shoulders, the anxiety that gripped her body even before she could consciously recognize the scent (rosin and polish, musky perfume, leather and metal, dust): it meant that the vampire approaching her was Sally.
Vampires make werewolves jumpy as a rule, but Sally did more than that. Her presence suffocated Angua, tied her in knots, made the wolf in her howl for violence, or for sex, and it scared Angua more every day that, when it came to Sally, she could no longer tell the difference.
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Title: Invitations in Glass and Flesh
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Margolotta/Maladicta, Maladicta/human girl
Claim: all of Discworld
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
A/N: Of course, being me, I meant the human girl mentioned to be Polly. OTP, don't you know.
'A little wine?' asked Lady Margolotta, pouring a glass of the red, sticky, inviting liquid. 'It has a helping of ox blood in it.'
'No, thank you, ma'am,' said Maladicta, amused. It seemed a childish sort of dare. 'How may I help you?'
Margolotta let her gaze run over the young vampire's red coat, noting her impeccable military posture. Maladicta stood comfortably in front of the window, sunlight on her back, filtered through the gauze curtains.
'I have a confession to make,' the lady murmured, setting the glass down, and circling Maladicta in a few steps (breathed in her scent - blood and dust and something else - human sweat, among other things) and set one hand down on the young vampire's lean hip.
'Allow me to guess. You called me here on false pretenses?' Maladicta's eyes were blue, she realised, deep, cold, and lovely. There was just a hint of smirk in her smile.
'I'm afraid so,' Margolotta admitted, and brushed her teeth against the corporal's neck.
A sigh; the lovely bending acquiescence; the knowledge, triumphant, that this need had nothing to do with blood.
And then, a hand on her wrist. 'I'm flattered, my lady.' There was warmth in the blue, Margolotta was sure; the violet softness of desire.
'It's the girl I smell on you, isn't it? The human?'
'Yes.'
'Such control.'
The lady kissed the corporal, and let her go. As she drank her wine and ox blood in the darkened room, she thought of passion and discipline, and envied the corporal bitterly.
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Angua/Sally
Claim: the whole of Discworld! Score!
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
A/N: I didn't ever intend to pair these two up, but I was pressured - sort of - to write one fic on the pairing, and now I find I rather enjoy it after all.
In time, Angua began to understand the tingle on her neck, the tightening of her shoulders, the anxiety that gripped her body even before she could consciously recognize the scent (rosin and polish, musky perfume, leather and metal, dust): it meant that the vampire approaching her was Sally.
Vampires make werewolves jumpy as a rule, but Sally did more than that. Her presence suffocated Angua, tied her in knots, made the wolf in her howl for violence, or for sex, and it scared Angua more every day that, when it came to Sally, she could no longer tell the difference.
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Title: Invitations in Glass and Flesh
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Margolotta/Maladicta, Maladicta/human girl
Claim: all of Discworld
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
A/N: Of course, being me, I meant the human girl mentioned to be Polly. OTP, don't you know.
'A little wine?' asked Lady Margolotta, pouring a glass of the red, sticky, inviting liquid. 'It has a helping of ox blood in it.'
'No, thank you, ma'am,' said Maladicta, amused. It seemed a childish sort of dare. 'How may I help you?'
Margolotta let her gaze run over the young vampire's red coat, noting her impeccable military posture. Maladicta stood comfortably in front of the window, sunlight on her back, filtered through the gauze curtains.
'I have a confession to make,' the lady murmured, setting the glass down, and circling Maladicta in a few steps (breathed in her scent - blood and dust and something else - human sweat, among other things) and set one hand down on the young vampire's lean hip.
'Allow me to guess. You called me here on false pretenses?' Maladicta's eyes were blue, she realised, deep, cold, and lovely. There was just a hint of smirk in her smile.
'I'm afraid so,' Margolotta admitted, and brushed her teeth against the corporal's neck.
A sigh; the lovely bending acquiescence; the knowledge, triumphant, that this need had nothing to do with blood.
And then, a hand on her wrist. 'I'm flattered, my lady.' There was warmth in the blue, Margolotta was sure; the violet softness of desire.
'It's the girl I smell on you, isn't it? The human?'
'Yes.'
'Such control.'
The lady kissed the corporal, and let her go. As she drank her wine and ox blood in the darkened room, she thought of passion and discipline, and envied the corporal bitterly.