drabbles: Under Covers & Undercover
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“Sam!” Mike and Jane blurted in unison.
Shit! Sam scrambled-unable to even vocalize the expletive.
But in retrospect: if it ended there, it would have only been awkward-and not catastrophic. They’d arrived at the hotel hours before Mike and Mom were supposed to arrive. Technically they were the one’s who’d burst in on Sam.
And, yes, the parentals had caught her on the wind up to what was sure to be an earth-shattering orgasm. After all, her lover was a gold medalist in what they’d dubbed ‘oral gymnastics’.
While being interrupted mid-stream certainly wasn’t cool, she’d had the covers pulled up. They hadn’t actually seen anything, and she was biting her lower lip so she was pretty sure she hadn’t mentioned anyone’s name in the throes.
Yeah: one second later, and they would have pulled the door shut and apologized profusely for interrupting.
Just one second more...
But that didn’t happen. Instead a lump in the covers shot up from between her thighs, and a muffled voice exclaimed: “Dad...!?”
Sam’s head just flopped back onto the pillow. “Great timing, babe,” she sighed.
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Title: Undercover
Prompt: cover
Rating: PG
Word Count: 249 (Just barely within the limit :D )
Author's Notes: This was a strange one that just came to me as I was writing the other one.
Sam was undercover in a lesbian bar for a story. Yeah: she was so undercover she had to go out of town just to find a club where they wouldn’t know her. None of the folks at the paper knew that, however.
So here she was scanning the crowd when out of the corner of her eye two newcomers arrive-and one tucks errant strands of her silken hair behind her ear in a gesture so familiar it makes her homesick.
Holy shit, it’s Brooke. And her ultra-hetero homecoming queen cheerleader step-sister has just walked into a gay bar with another woman. Sam studies her companion: she’s a pretty brunette with her hair worn parted in the center, cut in layers framing her face.
“Sam!” Brooke finally notices her. She’s probably been staring like an idiot the whole time, but she can’t help it. She hasn’t seen the blonde in almost two years-and her presence is having the same effect on her it always had.
“Hey, Princess,” she replies.
The companion appraises Sam from stem to stern. “I see where you got the idea for my new haircut,” she sneers at Brooke. “Maybe you two have some things to talk about?” she says, and disengages herself in a huff.
“Lisa, wait--!”
Without thinking Sam grabs a hold of her. “Maybe we do!” she pleads urgently.
If the look in her eyes is any indication, Brooke is as terrified as she is. But she’s not letting go. Not this time.