Fic: "Double Exposure," VM, L/V/W, adult.
I don't feel so hot right now, so I thought I would fic to make myself feel a little better...
Title: "Double Exposure"
Author: monimala
Fandom: VMars
Rating/Classification: adult language, sexual situations, Lamb/V/Weevil, microfic.
Disclaimer: Still not mine!
Summary: A 200 word loose tag to Notch.
Veronica wishes she had her camera. She wants to capture this on film… have proof that this happened, that she's seeing these two men holding hands. Their entwined fingers are beautiful, gently violent as they slide down her stomach and beneath the elastic of her panties. Focus, hold for the flash. Her hips move against ten different strokes and she cries names that she never thought would sound like pleasure, like glossy pages of softcore porn.
"That's it, V, take us there," Weevil urges, hot and husky against her ear, teeth fastening on her lobe and gently tugging.
"Come on, you little bitch," whispers Lamb into her throat, his impossibly long middle finger saying "fuck you" from deep inside her. His profanity is almost loving, almost sincere, almost a dozen other things he's never been to her until now. "Come for me. For *me*."
She gasps and laughs, grinding her hips back into the tantalizing hardness at Eli's groin. "Wasn't…planning… to do it…for…Sacks, you know."
She wasn't planning this at all, actually.
But she stretches to kiss the corner of Weevil's mouth, lick his smile. And gives her orgasm to a man she can barely tolerate.
Almost loving. Almost sincere.
May 6, 2006.
Title: "Double Exposure"
Author: monimala
Fandom: VMars
Rating/Classification: adult language, sexual situations, Lamb/V/Weevil, microfic.
Disclaimer: Still not mine!
Summary: A 200 word loose tag to Notch.
Veronica wishes she had her camera. She wants to capture this on film… have proof that this happened, that she's seeing these two men holding hands. Their entwined fingers are beautiful, gently violent as they slide down her stomach and beneath the elastic of her panties. Focus, hold for the flash. Her hips move against ten different strokes and she cries names that she never thought would sound like pleasure, like glossy pages of softcore porn.
"That's it, V, take us there," Weevil urges, hot and husky against her ear, teeth fastening on her lobe and gently tugging.
"Come on, you little bitch," whispers Lamb into her throat, his impossibly long middle finger saying "fuck you" from deep inside her. His profanity is almost loving, almost sincere, almost a dozen other things he's never been to her until now. "Come for me. For *me*."
She gasps and laughs, grinding her hips back into the tantalizing hardness at Eli's groin. "Wasn't…planning… to do it…for…Sacks, you know."
She wasn't planning this at all, actually.
But she stretches to kiss the corner of Weevil's mouth, lick his smile. And gives her orgasm to a man she can barely tolerate.
Almost loving. Almost sincere.
May 6, 2006.