Drabbletag - Canopy
Title: Like Leaves On A Breeze
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Canopy
Fandom: Maleficent
Pairing: Aurora/Maleficent
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 230
Notes: Spoilers for Maleficent
The canopy of trees overhead casts them in green-tinted light, sunshine glittering like fairy dust every time wind rustles through the leaves. It highlights the angles of Maleficent’s body, the lines of her hipbones and ribs and elbows sharp where Aurora’s own are curved. But there is still a softness to her, and Aurora lowers her head to kiss the swell of Maleficent’s breasts, to trace her tongue over the darker skin of her nipple.
Maleficent sighs and arches into the touch, fingernails running through Aurora’s hair, gently massaging her scalp and sending thrills of pleasure down Aurora’s spine.
Aurora smiles, letting her kisses trail lower, tasting the shadows along Maleficent’s sides and over her navel. Biting her lip against her laughter when Maleficent squirms a little, because it is a great and terrible secret, known only to the two of them, that Maleficent is ticklish for such a touch.
And when Aurora’s lips move lower still, Maleficent’s thighs spread for her, a warm hand palming the back of Aurora’s head. Aurora kisses between Maleficent’s legs, heat beginning to seep through her for the sounds Maleficent makes, the hungry growls and the flutter of wings against the grass. Sex thick and sweet against her tongue, and Aurora moans, pushing forward on her knees, never growing tired of exploring Maleficent’s body and all the way she can undo that stoic resolve.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Canopy
Fandom: Maleficent
Pairing: Aurora/Maleficent
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 230
Notes: Spoilers for Maleficent
The canopy of trees overhead casts them in green-tinted light, sunshine glittering like fairy dust every time wind rustles through the leaves. It highlights the angles of Maleficent’s body, the lines of her hipbones and ribs and elbows sharp where Aurora’s own are curved. But there is still a softness to her, and Aurora lowers her head to kiss the swell of Maleficent’s breasts, to trace her tongue over the darker skin of her nipple.
Maleficent sighs and arches into the touch, fingernails running through Aurora’s hair, gently massaging her scalp and sending thrills of pleasure down Aurora’s spine.
Aurora smiles, letting her kisses trail lower, tasting the shadows along Maleficent’s sides and over her navel. Biting her lip against her laughter when Maleficent squirms a little, because it is a great and terrible secret, known only to the two of them, that Maleficent is ticklish for such a touch.
And when Aurora’s lips move lower still, Maleficent’s thighs spread for her, a warm hand palming the back of Aurora’s head. Aurora kisses between Maleficent’s legs, heat beginning to seep through her for the sounds Maleficent makes, the hungry growls and the flutter of wings against the grass. Sex thick and sweet against her tongue, and Aurora moans, pushing forward on her knees, never growing tired of exploring Maleficent’s body and all the way she can undo that stoic resolve.