Comments | curiously_cora: [AU Older! Cora Drabbles Rated NC-17]

curiously_cora

[AU Older! Cora Drabbles Rated NC-17]

Mar 10, 2011 21:24

Drabbles in which an twenty year old Coraline has finally grown up. Nothing to see here move along.

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leave the horror here curiously_cora March 10 2011, 21:42:34 UTC

He sees the blood first, spots of it across the floor. A fallen chair, knocked over in some struggle. A wellington boot but no owner. A hand, white papery skin and long red claws frozen in place as if it had been choking someone tight. And the key, the black key abandoned on the floor. A hand, a boot, blood and that key but not her. And he knows her, he knows she never takes that damn key off not even when they're in bed ( ... )

sleep with me tonight pt1 curiously_cora March 11 2011, 12:45:13 UTC

There were four hundred and ninety four sheep jumping over a fence. There were six windows in the hut. There were two pairs of boots discarded by the door. And there was one snoring man sleeping beside her, his warm heavy arm covering her body. Looking up at him, she ran her fingers over the stubble on his cheek gently. Shifting beside him, she leaned up and kissed him before wriggling from beneath his arm. Rubbing her eyes she yawned, slipping her feet over the side of his bed before bending to reach for his discarded shirt. Pulling it over her head she tugged it down over her body before quietly tip-toeing over the sleeping cat and out of the room.

The island was quiet, the islanders were all asleep and dreaming of old lives and new lives and forgotten lives and new memories and new hurts. All except her of course, she couldn’t sleep. Sitting down tiredly on the porch she watched as the island slowly began to wake up. Dark skies turn orange and red and pink and blue like magicWhen she was a child she had thought the island was full ( ... )

sleep with me tonight (continued) curiously_cora March 11 2011, 12:45:44 UTC

Turning she placed her knees either side of his hips and slid onto his lap facing him. Sliding her hand over his cheeks, she smiled as the short hair scratched her hands and her lips when she kissed him. Pressing their heads together she watched him curiously, cradling his head as she rocked her hips, feeling the tip of him press against her. He groaned trying to move, his arms wrapping around her and sliding over her arse beneath the shirt and up her back ( ... )