NCIS. Abby/Kate. 094. Independence. *
Title: "Good Girls Don't"
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd
Prompt: 094 Independence
Word Count: 567
Rating: NC17
Summary: Kate has a morning alone.
Author's Notes: Independence... Kate alone... being independent. It works, right? Written for femslash_today's ficlet-a-thon challenge.
Little Damn Table
Abby hadn't believed she had never done it. Kate hadn't believed that everyone else did. Not everyone. The thought of Gibbs...
Okay, that thought had no place in her head.
But she had to admit, some mornings, when Abby wasn't there... She untied her pajama pants, just loosening them, letting the waistband ride loose around her hips. That's all, just making herself a little more comfortable was all.
Although if she really wanted to be more comfortable...
She closed her eyes and put a hand on her thigh under the blanket. Curling her fingers, lightly scratching the skin, using the pads of her fingers to move the material against her hot flesh. Just scratching. She just had an itch.
Yeah, and it wasn't on her thigh.
She needed Abby. She only touched herself when Abby was there, when Abby would whisper dirty things in her ear, when those wet lips closed around her earlobe, she had no problem making herself come. But by herself? Abby had toys, Abby could make her fantasize, Abby was a masturbatory genius.
Kate licked her lips. Good girls don't, she thought, cupping herself through her pajama pants. How long, though, had it been since she was a good girl? She needed something, that was for damn sure. And she didn't think she could wait until she made it to Abby's. Imagine, though... pushing into the apartment, pushing Abby against the wall...
Oh, yeah. That was working.
She spread her legs, tenting the blankets with her knees and lifted her hips. She pushed her pajamas down and cupped herself, fingers against her panties. Where Abby would be touching her, if... if...
Her eyelids closed and she slips her hand inside, touching her slick lips. She pushes her head into the pillow, digging into the mattress with her heels. So good... so nice. Two fingers now, circling... the middle finger goes inside and her whole body jerks. She rolls her shoulders and brings the other hand in, smoothing her palm down the inside of her thigh.
She bit her bottom lip and sagged against the pillow.
In... oooh, and out. She swallowed but her mouth was so dry it hardly mattered. Everything in her body was focused on what that one finger... oh, no, now those two fingers, yes, that was much better.
Moving into herself, bringing the other hand up to touch her clit, gasping aloud to the empty bedroom and squirming on the mattress. She was going to make herself come but good girls didn't do that and she was hunched forward now and she hadn't been a good girl for quite a while and oh... oooh...
She came, eyes squeezed shut, thighs tight around her hands, her body swirling like a maelstrom. She collapsed against the sheets and brought her hands up, pausing just before she smeared the moisture on the sheet to her side.
There was something else good girls didn't do.
She brought her hand to her nose, inhaling her scent, inhaling what Abby smelled when she went down on her. She swallowed hard, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. She lowered her hand, ever-so-slightly and closed her lips around her middle finger. She sucked it slowly, trembling, swirling her tongue around it.
Finally, she collapsed against the sheets, staring at the ceiling with blind eyes.
Oh, yeah.
Good girls didn't know what they were missing.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd
Prompt: 094 Independence
Word Count: 567
Rating: NC17
Summary: Kate has a morning alone.
Author's Notes: Independence... Kate alone... being independent. It works, right? Written for femslash_today's ficlet-a-thon challenge.
Little Damn Table
Abby hadn't believed she had never done it. Kate hadn't believed that everyone else did. Not everyone. The thought of Gibbs...
Okay, that thought had no place in her head.
But she had to admit, some mornings, when Abby wasn't there... She untied her pajama pants, just loosening them, letting the waistband ride loose around her hips. That's all, just making herself a little more comfortable was all.
Although if she really wanted to be more comfortable...
She closed her eyes and put a hand on her thigh under the blanket. Curling her fingers, lightly scratching the skin, using the pads of her fingers to move the material against her hot flesh. Just scratching. She just had an itch.
Yeah, and it wasn't on her thigh.
She needed Abby. She only touched herself when Abby was there, when Abby would whisper dirty things in her ear, when those wet lips closed around her earlobe, she had no problem making herself come. But by herself? Abby had toys, Abby could make her fantasize, Abby was a masturbatory genius.
Kate licked her lips. Good girls don't, she thought, cupping herself through her pajama pants. How long, though, had it been since she was a good girl? She needed something, that was for damn sure. And she didn't think she could wait until she made it to Abby's. Imagine, though... pushing into the apartment, pushing Abby against the wall...
Oh, yeah. That was working.
She spread her legs, tenting the blankets with her knees and lifted her hips. She pushed her pajamas down and cupped herself, fingers against her panties. Where Abby would be touching her, if... if...
Her eyelids closed and she slips her hand inside, touching her slick lips. She pushes her head into the pillow, digging into the mattress with her heels. So good... so nice. Two fingers now, circling... the middle finger goes inside and her whole body jerks. She rolls her shoulders and brings the other hand in, smoothing her palm down the inside of her thigh.
She bit her bottom lip and sagged against the pillow.
In... oooh, and out. She swallowed but her mouth was so dry it hardly mattered. Everything in her body was focused on what that one finger... oh, no, now those two fingers, yes, that was much better.
Moving into herself, bringing the other hand up to touch her clit, gasping aloud to the empty bedroom and squirming on the mattress. She was going to make herself come but good girls didn't do that and she was hunched forward now and she hadn't been a good girl for quite a while and oh... oooh...
She came, eyes squeezed shut, thighs tight around her hands, her body swirling like a maelstrom. She collapsed against the sheets and brought her hands up, pausing just before she smeared the moisture on the sheet to her side.
There was something else good girls didn't do.
She brought her hand to her nose, inhaling her scent, inhaling what Abby smelled when she went down on her. She swallowed hard, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. She lowered her hand, ever-so-slightly and closed her lips around her middle finger. She sucked it slowly, trembling, swirling her tongue around it.
Finally, she collapsed against the sheets, staring at the ceiling with blind eyes.
Oh, yeah.
Good girls didn't know what they were missing.