fic: Lead us not into Temptation, rating: Blue Cortina
Title: Lead us not into temptation
Author: totallywow
Word Count: 415
Pairing: Annie/OFC
Rating: Light Blue Cortina
Summary: Annie. OFC. Femmeslash. Not that explicit, possibly more angst than smut.
A/N: Hi LoMers! I haven't wrote LoM for like, forever. Whoops. I have been reading, but not commenting, in this LJ... I'm sorry. I've been so very lazy yet so very busy. Sam/Gene is still and always will be my OTP but I kinda felt like femmeslash.. oh and I haven't written for what feels like a lifetime, so this was rushed and non-betaed etc.
Annie couldn’t resist her. The nameless woman had bright red smoothed on the lids of her eyes, with carefully painted black against the lashes to decorate them further, heavy blusher and plumped lips. She looked and smelt like sex and best of all, she looked and smelt like sinful sex. That was Annie’s favourite. Annie had spoken to her, danced with her and managed to dance her back to her quaint little flat in the corner of nowhere where they remained for the night.
The beautiful woman with her short black curls was temptation personified and Annie always had trouble resisting temptation.
Annie liked women. She liked the softness of their hair and their skin, the way they smelt of skin and a mixture of perfumes. This woman smelt like bubblegum and summer combined, with a strong dose of wine and cigarettes that Annie found strangely alluring.
The mystery temptress kissed Annie’s skin as if she had known Annie her whole life. Her kisses were so gentle and careful yet they felt like bruises to Annie, who knew the woman’s kisses would stay on her thighs forever, a teasing memory of a woman she had loved and lost the next morning. The sex was fantastic, blissful, and indescribable. Annie felt like she flying, not only from the wonderful sensations of this unexpected liaison but from her luck in ending up in the arms of this particularly women.
Annie felt a bitter, heavy resentment in the pit of her stomach as she knew this would be over in a few hours and she would never see the woman again.
This tonight would have to be enough. Annie woke early, the sun was bright and the cars were loud and sure enough, her lover was long gone. Annie expected nothing less but she ached all the same. Not only had they kissed and licked and pushed and gasped together, they had spoken for hours before, between and after the physical adventures. The woman spoke of her love for colour and the arts, her ability to speak French and her love for the cinema and films. The only thing Annie didn’t remember was her name.
Annie could not resist temptation when it looked so good. The ache faded after a while, and there were more women, who each became lovelier than the last and Annie began to miss them more and more.
There were lovers - oh, there were so many lovers - but Annie had never felt more alone.
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