Afternoon Meeting
I wrote this a while ago but I'm not sure how many people have seen it.
Title: Afternoon Meeting
Author: Catch22Girl
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Mandy/Nina
Summary: Pre-s1. Nina needs to see a friend.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. They belong to Real Time Productions and FOX.
Nina or Yelena. Allison or Mandy. Sometimes they slipped and used the wrong name.
They were all code names, living under so many layers of identity that there was only thing that would never change,
Even her hair color was something that changed from mission to mission and she envied Nina because she could keep the same identity for so long.
The door opened and there she was -- Nina.
Nina wasn’t the first woman she’d been with, but she was the one who somehow made all men seem like a second choice. The touch of her skin and her husky laugh haunted Mandy for days. Back when her name was still only Allison, back when her hair was reddish blonde and the only tattoo she had was one which peeled off cheap paper.
“Mandy,” Nina whispered before they kissed. Nina wore a suit; Mandy wore jeans and a tank-top. She had no need to be in business attire. The bomb she had been building sat on the kitchen table.
Mandy’s long hair was tied back in a makeshift ponytail.
On the counter was a picture of a blonde haired woman with green eyes and a curvaceous body. She was the one who insisted on having fresh flowers by the door and potpourri around the house.
Mandy touched Nina’s face, her neck, felt her heart beat against her hand, and didn’t even ask why she was there.
They were through the kitchen, into the bedroom, and Nina hadn’t taken off her sunglasses. Her jacket lay somewhere by the door.
On the dresser was Laura’s lipstick and pictures of her family. Mandy studiously avoided looking at them, and focused on undoing the buttons of Nina’s white silk shirt.
“You changed your perfume,” Mandy said as she knelt down, because Nina was shorter and delicate, but she was in control and never let Mandy forget it. A change of fragrance meant a number of things.
Her shirt slipped off easily, but she wore no bra. Mandy cupped her breasts and smiled at her sharp gasp, because that was the one thing that was always the same. Mandy licked and sucked her way down to the waist of the professional length skirt Nina wore and bit gently at the fabric.
“Off,” Mandy said, because she wasn’t sure how much time they had and her hands were still occupied elsewhere and Nina’s fingers just gently brushed her shoulders.
Nina reached behind and unzipped the skirt, stepping out of it after it fell to the floor.
She wasn’t wearing pantyhose either, and there was a mark on her upper thigh that looked a lot like a bite.
It explained the perfume switch.
Mandy licked at the spot, wanting to erase it, but she knew that she had similar marks on her own body.
Nina moaned softly and held onto her shoulders tighter.
Mandy stood up and kissed her again, a kiss she returned eagerly, her hands at the hem of the tank-top, pulling it up, off, and Mandy hadn’t worn a bra either, after all, she was just working at the table when Nina called and said she had to see her.
They were pressed together, pushed towards the bed and then Nina was on top and her fingers were working at the button of the jeans and her eyes were still hidden and Mandy didn’t want to risk touching the sunglasses because she might stop.
Her jeans were off and Nina’s fingers were slipping under the waistband of her panties and Mandy had forgotten just how her fingernails scraped as she pulled them off and threw them to the side.
“Let me fuck you,” Mandy pleaded, because she had the feeling this might be the last time and she wanted, no, needed to taste her, to make her scream before she went back to the person who gave her the bite and Mandy’s girlfriend came home for supper.
Nina looked down at her and nodded.
Mandy flipped them over and Nina wasn’t wearing underwear and it seemed that she’d left somewhere quickly.
Mandy tried not to wonder, instead, touched her hips and kissed her stomach and breathed her in and tried not to think about the woman who was out working or maybe on her way home.
Her fingers slid in easily and her lips seemed to remember exactly what she enjoyed and Nina grabbed onto the headboard and arched her back and neck and those damn sunglasses still stayed in place.
And it was all over too quickly, and as Nina’s breathing returned to normal, Mandy rolled over onto her back.
Nina slipped off her sunglasses and when she opened her eyes they were red rimmed and glassy.
“Yelena?” Mandy said, noticing the shortness of her hair, the other mark on her neck.
“Don’t call me that,” Nina said, shaking her head and sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands over her face, her back exposed.
“Laura’s going to be home soon,” Mandy said, which was the truth, and although she wanted Nina’s touch, she was no longer in the mood, a sick dull feeling replacing everything else.
Instead of standing though, Nina crawled towards her and wrapped her arms around her like she’d like to crawl inside.
“Nina?”
“Goodbye Allison,” she said, and stood up from the bed.
Mandy opened her eyes at her other name, and she watched Nina getting redressed, her sunglasses going on first.
“I like your new tattoo,” she said, redoing her shirt, trying to force herself to smile.
Mandy looked down at her hip, at the symbol which meant “Cowards die a thousand times,” and looked up as Nina was walking out the door.
“Goodbye Yelena,” Mandy whispered and stood up.
Laura would be home soon, and she needed to put her work away before dinner.
Title: Afternoon Meeting
Author: Catch22Girl
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Mandy/Nina
Summary: Pre-s1. Nina needs to see a friend.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. They belong to Real Time Productions and FOX.
Nina or Yelena. Allison or Mandy. Sometimes they slipped and used the wrong name.
They were all code names, living under so many layers of identity that there was only thing that would never change,
Even her hair color was something that changed from mission to mission and she envied Nina because she could keep the same identity for so long.
The door opened and there she was -- Nina.
Nina wasn’t the first woman she’d been with, but she was the one who somehow made all men seem like a second choice. The touch of her skin and her husky laugh haunted Mandy for days. Back when her name was still only Allison, back when her hair was reddish blonde and the only tattoo she had was one which peeled off cheap paper.
“Mandy,” Nina whispered before they kissed. Nina wore a suit; Mandy wore jeans and a tank-top. She had no need to be in business attire. The bomb she had been building sat on the kitchen table.
Mandy’s long hair was tied back in a makeshift ponytail.
On the counter was a picture of a blonde haired woman with green eyes and a curvaceous body. She was the one who insisted on having fresh flowers by the door and potpourri around the house.
Mandy touched Nina’s face, her neck, felt her heart beat against her hand, and didn’t even ask why she was there.
They were through the kitchen, into the bedroom, and Nina hadn’t taken off her sunglasses. Her jacket lay somewhere by the door.
On the dresser was Laura’s lipstick and pictures of her family. Mandy studiously avoided looking at them, and focused on undoing the buttons of Nina’s white silk shirt.
“You changed your perfume,” Mandy said as she knelt down, because Nina was shorter and delicate, but she was in control and never let Mandy forget it. A change of fragrance meant a number of things.
Her shirt slipped off easily, but she wore no bra. Mandy cupped her breasts and smiled at her sharp gasp, because that was the one thing that was always the same. Mandy licked and sucked her way down to the waist of the professional length skirt Nina wore and bit gently at the fabric.
“Off,” Mandy said, because she wasn’t sure how much time they had and her hands were still occupied elsewhere and Nina’s fingers just gently brushed her shoulders.
Nina reached behind and unzipped the skirt, stepping out of it after it fell to the floor.
She wasn’t wearing pantyhose either, and there was a mark on her upper thigh that looked a lot like a bite.
It explained the perfume switch.
Mandy licked at the spot, wanting to erase it, but she knew that she had similar marks on her own body.
Nina moaned softly and held onto her shoulders tighter.
Mandy stood up and kissed her again, a kiss she returned eagerly, her hands at the hem of the tank-top, pulling it up, off, and Mandy hadn’t worn a bra either, after all, she was just working at the table when Nina called and said she had to see her.
They were pressed together, pushed towards the bed and then Nina was on top and her fingers were working at the button of the jeans and her eyes were still hidden and Mandy didn’t want to risk touching the sunglasses because she might stop.
Her jeans were off and Nina’s fingers were slipping under the waistband of her panties and Mandy had forgotten just how her fingernails scraped as she pulled them off and threw them to the side.
“Let me fuck you,” Mandy pleaded, because she had the feeling this might be the last time and she wanted, no, needed to taste her, to make her scream before she went back to the person who gave her the bite and Mandy’s girlfriend came home for supper.
Nina looked down at her and nodded.
Mandy flipped them over and Nina wasn’t wearing underwear and it seemed that she’d left somewhere quickly.
Mandy tried not to wonder, instead, touched her hips and kissed her stomach and breathed her in and tried not to think about the woman who was out working or maybe on her way home.
Her fingers slid in easily and her lips seemed to remember exactly what she enjoyed and Nina grabbed onto the headboard and arched her back and neck and those damn sunglasses still stayed in place.
And it was all over too quickly, and as Nina’s breathing returned to normal, Mandy rolled over onto her back.
Nina slipped off her sunglasses and when she opened her eyes they were red rimmed and glassy.
“Yelena?” Mandy said, noticing the shortness of her hair, the other mark on her neck.
“Don’t call me that,” Nina said, shaking her head and sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands over her face, her back exposed.
“Laura’s going to be home soon,” Mandy said, which was the truth, and although she wanted Nina’s touch, she was no longer in the mood, a sick dull feeling replacing everything else.
Instead of standing though, Nina crawled towards her and wrapped her arms around her like she’d like to crawl inside.
“Nina?”
“Goodbye Allison,” she said, and stood up from the bed.
Mandy opened her eyes at her other name, and she watched Nina getting redressed, her sunglasses going on first.
“I like your new tattoo,” she said, redoing her shirt, trying to force herself to smile.
Mandy looked down at her hip, at the symbol which meant “Cowards die a thousand times,” and looked up as Nina was walking out the door.
“Goodbye Yelena,” Mandy whispered and stood up.
Laura would be home soon, and she needed to put her work away before dinner.