Drabbletag - Reunion
Title: Tornado Warning
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Reunion
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Kate/Renee
Rating: R
Word count: 210
God, it’s been too long since she’s had this. Since she got to taste Kate’s lips, since she got to fist her hands in all that fiery red hair and crush their mouths together.
Never mind that history’s told them this is a bad idea. Anything that feels as good as Kate’s mouth does is always going to be a bad idea.
Shoving and growling as they make their way through the apartment, knocking over furniture as they go. A crash and the sound of china shattering, but Renee doesn’t care, it was a shitty lamp anyway. She gets Kate pressed up against the wall, grinds against her thigh, and Kate smirks and bites at Renee’s bottom lip, fingernails raking down her spine, eyes sparkling.
Dirty little laugh when Renee gets her hands on Kate’s ass and squeezes, and then she’s hefting Kate up, weight balanced between the wall and legs that wrap around Renee’s waist like that’s where they’re always meant to be. Shoving Kate’s skirt up around her hips, feeling the seams tear when she pulls at Kate’s panties, kissing through it all, hips rocking and fingers grasping.
It’ll all go to hell. It always does. But these reunions, fucked up are they are, are always worth it.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Reunion
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Kate/Renee
Rating: R
Word count: 210
God, it’s been too long since she’s had this. Since she got to taste Kate’s lips, since she got to fist her hands in all that fiery red hair and crush their mouths together.
Never mind that history’s told them this is a bad idea. Anything that feels as good as Kate’s mouth does is always going to be a bad idea.
Shoving and growling as they make their way through the apartment, knocking over furniture as they go. A crash and the sound of china shattering, but Renee doesn’t care, it was a shitty lamp anyway. She gets Kate pressed up against the wall, grinds against her thigh, and Kate smirks and bites at Renee’s bottom lip, fingernails raking down her spine, eyes sparkling.
Dirty little laugh when Renee gets her hands on Kate’s ass and squeezes, and then she’s hefting Kate up, weight balanced between the wall and legs that wrap around Renee’s waist like that’s where they’re always meant to be. Shoving Kate’s skirt up around her hips, feeling the seams tear when she pulls at Kate’s panties, kissing through it all, hips rocking and fingers grasping.
It’ll all go to hell. It always does. But these reunions, fucked up are they are, are always worth it.