Numb3rs drabble: Hold Me Here (Megan/Amita)
Title: Hold Me Here
Pairing: Megan/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A flash of silver above her head.
Word Count: 150
Spoilers: none
Prompt: "Handcuffs" at numb3rs100.
Notes/Warnings: Femmeslash. Actual sex this time. Part four of Say It Again series. Crossposted at numb3rs100.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm only playing with them.
Flash of silver above her head, and she can hardly see for pleasure, but she can feel the metal biting into her wrists every time she jerks, heightening each suck and lick and kiss Megan plants on her thighs as she works her way up and oh God it's good when she finally reaches Amita's cunt, working her tongue lightly, teasingly, over every nerve-sharp fold. Warm pressing heat as she sucks her clit into her mouth and Amita can't hold in a whimper, bucking up reflexively, groaning when the cuffs snap her back down. Fingers tease at her entrance, fluttering inside in time with Megan's tongue, sliding in easily and crooking to make her moan.
"What do you want?" Megan whispers. "Tell me what you want."
Amita thrusts her hips down onto Megan's fingers, groaning in frustration when Megan moves with her, and gasps out, "Please."
Megan laughs. "Please what?"
Pairing: Megan/Amita
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A flash of silver above her head.
Word Count: 150
Spoilers: none
Prompt: "Handcuffs" at numb3rs100.
Notes/Warnings: Femmeslash. Actual sex this time. Part four of Say It Again series. Crossposted at numb3rs100.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm only playing with them.
Flash of silver above her head, and she can hardly see for pleasure, but she can feel the metal biting into her wrists every time she jerks, heightening each suck and lick and kiss Megan plants on her thighs as she works her way up and oh God it's good when she finally reaches Amita's cunt, working her tongue lightly, teasingly, over every nerve-sharp fold. Warm pressing heat as she sucks her clit into her mouth and Amita can't hold in a whimper, bucking up reflexively, groaning when the cuffs snap her back down. Fingers tease at her entrance, fluttering inside in time with Megan's tongue, sliding in easily and crooking to make her moan.
"What do you want?" Megan whispers. "Tell me what you want."
Amita thrusts her hips down onto Megan's fingers, groaning in frustration when Megan moves with her, and gasps out, "Please."
Megan laughs. "Please what?"