Pulp Fiction #03 - Anything Goes
Title: Anything Goes
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Diana/Grace
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #03
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Breathplay/choking, fisting
Grace isn’t really one for just laying back and taking it. She’s aggressive in pretty much every aspect of her life. Sometimes as a coping mechanism, but mostly because it’s just more fun that way.
But there are exceptions for everything.
Because right now, she’s got fucking Wonder Woman pinning her to the bed.
If there’s anyone who demands those kind of exceptions, it’s an Amazon princess.
Wonder Woman, Diana is smiling down at her. Not that calm, serene smile she uses as an ambassador. Not the kind, reassuring one she reserves for people she’s rescued. Not the elated, fierce grin she wears in the heart of battle.
No, this smile is slow and dark and filled with promises that Grace is going to spend the night screaming.
“Will you allow me to make love to you?” Diana asks, voice low.
The way she says it, it makes Grace shiver. The way she says it, what she’s really asking is ‘will you allow me to claw at your skin, will you allow me to shove your face between my legs, allow me to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze, allow me to open you around my fist, allow me to make you come so hard you black out?’
Diana’s hands are so firm around her wrists. If Grace tried to fight her, Diana would be able to hold her down.
Just the thought is making her wet.
“Yes,” Grace hisses, already sweating.
For tonight, for Diana, anything goes.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Diana/Grace
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #03
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Breathplay/choking, fisting
Grace isn’t really one for just laying back and taking it. She’s aggressive in pretty much every aspect of her life. Sometimes as a coping mechanism, but mostly because it’s just more fun that way.
But there are exceptions for everything.
Because right now, she’s got fucking Wonder Woman pinning her to the bed.
If there’s anyone who demands those kind of exceptions, it’s an Amazon princess.
Wonder Woman, Diana is smiling down at her. Not that calm, serene smile she uses as an ambassador. Not the kind, reassuring one she reserves for people she’s rescued. Not the elated, fierce grin she wears in the heart of battle.
No, this smile is slow and dark and filled with promises that Grace is going to spend the night screaming.
“Will you allow me to make love to you?” Diana asks, voice low.
The way she says it, it makes Grace shiver. The way she says it, what she’s really asking is ‘will you allow me to claw at your skin, will you allow me to shove your face between my legs, allow me to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze, allow me to open you around my fist, allow me to make you come so hard you black out?’
Diana’s hands are so firm around her wrists. If Grace tried to fight her, Diana would be able to hold her down.
Just the thought is making her wet.
“Yes,” Grace hisses, already sweating.
For tonight, for Diana, anything goes.