Femslash Porn Battle: Conflicted [Roswell; Isabel/Lonnie]
Title: Conflicted
Fandom: Roswell
Pairing: Lonnie/Isabel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 471
Summary: Isabel can’t fight what’s within her.
Challenge: Written for the femslash_today Porn Battle. Prompt by exitsign: Roswell, Lonnie/Isabel, automatic.
Conflicted
**
“I know what you’re thinking,” Lonnie paused, sucking an erect nipple into her mouth and pulling until the weight of Isabel’s breasts popped it free from her mouth. “Is this incest,” she slid her hand between Isabel’s legs, stroking the warm flesh with her fingers. “Or masturbation?”
Isabel gasped, back bowing at the fingers curling inside her. Kept her eyes snapped closed. It was so much easier when Lonnie didn’t talk. Didn’t speak with the voice that sounded so much like her own. When she could pretend it was someone who didn’t sound like Isabel, didn’t look like Isabel. Someone who didn’t know Isabel’s body better than she did.
Because, Lonnie played her like a fiddle. Meandered into Isabel’s mind when she was most vulnerable. Like a thief in the night, Lonnie stole Isabel’s memories, her secrets, her desires. Then, inserted her own, until Isabel’s response was automatic. The way her pulse threaded chaotically every time Lonnie was close, the sweat covering her skin in a silken sheen, the wetness between her legs. Until she was nothing more than a panting, writhing, quivering mass of frustrated need waiting for Lonnie to come and finish what she started.
Because what Lonnie wanted, Lonnie got. And Lonnie wanted Isabel. Consumed her like Isabel was her last meal, all sloppy tongue and suckling lips. Isabel’s legs folded over shoulders that looked and felt like her own as two fingers plunged inside her with a frenzied, chaotic rhythm.
Isabel clawed at the sheets, fighting the rising tension within her. Fought a battle between her mind and her body, with writhing hips, back bowing, head thrashing back and forth. Until her thoughts could no longer compete with the sensations cascading under her skin.
Lonnie sensed Isabel’s need. Plunged her fingers as deep as they could go, curling upwards, pressing against the hidden bundle of nerves. Isabel’s clit trapped between her lips, tongue battering it ruthlessly against it and Isabel exploded beneath her.
She kissed her way up Isabel’s frame, the only way she knew how - possessively, hungrily. Marked her with tongue and lips and teeth. Left rising welts and incisor shaped indentations across Isabel’s flesh. Until her kisses ended at the face so much like her own but always different. She pushed her tongue into Isabel’s mouth. Made her taste her own wetness.
“Why are you doing this?” Isabel groaned in frustration, at her own weakness. At the legs, seemingly of their own volition, wrapping around Lonnie’s waist and pulling her towards the growing need once again pulsing between them.
“Because I’m you,” Lonnie smiled, pinning Isabel’s hands to the mattress, hips matching the rhythm grinding into her. “And I know what you want.” She leaned down, running her tongue across the offered neck. “And I know how to give it to you.”
END
Fandom: Roswell
Pairing: Lonnie/Isabel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 471
Summary: Isabel can’t fight what’s within her.
Challenge: Written for the femslash_today Porn Battle. Prompt by exitsign: Roswell, Lonnie/Isabel, automatic.
Conflicted
**
“I know what you’re thinking,” Lonnie paused, sucking an erect nipple into her mouth and pulling until the weight of Isabel’s breasts popped it free from her mouth. “Is this incest,” she slid her hand between Isabel’s legs, stroking the warm flesh with her fingers. “Or masturbation?”
Isabel gasped, back bowing at the fingers curling inside her. Kept her eyes snapped closed. It was so much easier when Lonnie didn’t talk. Didn’t speak with the voice that sounded so much like her own. When she could pretend it was someone who didn’t sound like Isabel, didn’t look like Isabel. Someone who didn’t know Isabel’s body better than she did.
Because, Lonnie played her like a fiddle. Meandered into Isabel’s mind when she was most vulnerable. Like a thief in the night, Lonnie stole Isabel’s memories, her secrets, her desires. Then, inserted her own, until Isabel’s response was automatic. The way her pulse threaded chaotically every time Lonnie was close, the sweat covering her skin in a silken sheen, the wetness between her legs. Until she was nothing more than a panting, writhing, quivering mass of frustrated need waiting for Lonnie to come and finish what she started.
Because what Lonnie wanted, Lonnie got. And Lonnie wanted Isabel. Consumed her like Isabel was her last meal, all sloppy tongue and suckling lips. Isabel’s legs folded over shoulders that looked and felt like her own as two fingers plunged inside her with a frenzied, chaotic rhythm.
Isabel clawed at the sheets, fighting the rising tension within her. Fought a battle between her mind and her body, with writhing hips, back bowing, head thrashing back and forth. Until her thoughts could no longer compete with the sensations cascading under her skin.
Lonnie sensed Isabel’s need. Plunged her fingers as deep as they could go, curling upwards, pressing against the hidden bundle of nerves. Isabel’s clit trapped between her lips, tongue battering it ruthlessly against it and Isabel exploded beneath her.
She kissed her way up Isabel’s frame, the only way she knew how - possessively, hungrily. Marked her with tongue and lips and teeth. Left rising welts and incisor shaped indentations across Isabel’s flesh. Until her kisses ended at the face so much like her own but always different. She pushed her tongue into Isabel’s mouth. Made her taste her own wetness.
“Why are you doing this?” Isabel groaned in frustration, at her own weakness. At the legs, seemingly of their own volition, wrapping around Lonnie’s waist and pulling her towards the growing need once again pulsing between them.
“Because I’m you,” Lonnie smiled, pinning Isabel’s hands to the mattress, hips matching the rhythm grinding into her. “And I know what you want.” She leaned down, running her tongue across the offered neck. “And I know how to give it to you.”
END