The Side Effects of Cake
sinandmisery is running a femslash porn battle over on her lj, and I wasn't planning on participating, but the thing looked a little lonely for the utterly stupendous number of prompts it had so I was doing a little comment story for it but it evolved into a big story and had to be posted here. D= But anyway, it was pretty fun, writing such a plotless piece. =P
Title: The Side Effects of Cake
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Prompt: Devil Wears Prada, Andy/Emily, the tightest jeans
Rating: Um, this is a porn battle.
Word Count: 949
Warnings: PWP
The Side Effects of Cake
"Your jeans are too tight," Emily hissed as she unbuttoned Andy's jeans, "Are you even fatter than before?"
"What do you mean, before?" Andy asked playfully, stretching out languidly against the bedsheets as Emily struggled.
"I mean," Emily grunted, "You've become, a big, hulking - oh!"
Emily almost fell backwards as Andy's jeans finally came off, taking along with them her thong and leaving her crotch entirely exposed.
"Well, I like that," Emily muttered, and dove in.
She flicked out a tongue and licked Andy's folds lightly, eliciting a shudder from the other girl. She backed up and inhaled, simply savoring the musty scent, until Andy sat up partially and raked her hands through the redhead's hair, gently but insistingly guiding her back in.
"Alright, alright," Emily said, getting to work, "Don't get your panties in a bunch."
"Don't... have them on," Andy gasped, as Emily sucked lightly on her clit. She inserted one finger, then two, thrusting in a steady rhythm, her other hand dancing across Andy's stomach lightly.
"Oh, YES," Andy moaned, "Right there, RIGHT THERE, ahhh-"
Emily inserted another finger and crawled onto the bed, face-to-face with Andy. Andy cupped Emily's face and brought her down for a long kiss, running her hands through the girl's hair again - she loved it so, it was all silky and soft and brilliantly red, nothing but the best for Miranda's top assistant - until a tremor went through her and she had to break it off. Frantically she bucked against Emily's hand, her head sinking deeper into the pillows as she arched her back.
"Ohmygod," Andy gasped as she began to come, violently, as she always did.
"Oh, godthatfeelsSOGOOD-"
"Ow!" Emily exclaimed as Andy dug her nails into Emily's back. It would have been a show-stopper if Andy hadn't already been well into her orgasm. Her vision blacked out momentarily.
"Sorry," Andy said sheepishly as Emily removed her hand. Another slight shudder went through her at the sensations.
"You should be," Emily snarled, "Do you have any idea how many of these... claw and bite marks," and here she gestured to her left shoulder, peppered with imprints, "that I have to cover up with makeup every day?"
"But you can just wear something sleeved to cover them up," Andy said, smiling uncontrollably at Emily's peevishness.
Emily stared at Andy as if she were stupid.
"It's summertime, Andy," she said scathingly.
"Oh," Andy said, "Well, should we stop this until it's okay for you to wear sleeves again?"
Emily's eyes bulged out in horror, and Andy had to burst out in laughter. At this Emily seemed mildly offended, and she scooted away, curling up adorably against the bedrest.
"Aww, come on," Andy laughed.
She scooted in, one hand on Emily's bitten shoulder and the other lightly massaging her breast.
"It was a joke," Andy wheedled, "Please?"
Grudgingly Emily relented, extending her legs and allowing Andy to dip a hand under her jeans.
"Woah, these are really loose," Andy commented, "Looks like you've lost some weight after all."
"Guess we can go on a shopping spree for jeans together then, huh?" Andy said, situating herself across Emily's thighs and licking Emily's right nipple appreciatively. It perked up and hardened instantly under her.
Emily mumbled something Andy couldn't hear, and she looked up in question.
"What did you say?" she asked, rubbing Emily's clit while sliding her jeans off - too easily, she didn't even need to unbutton them, she noted - with her free hand.
Emily moaned, and murmured, "Those are... easy-access jeans," turning bright red as she said so.
Andy almost laughed again, but refrained.
"You would," she said, shaking her head.
She removed her hands from Emily temporarily so she could pull the girl's loose-fitting jeans completely off, causing a frustrated groan from Emily at the lack of friction. Immediately Andy resumed her ministrations, her left hand buried in Emily's folds and her right hand braced against the wall as Emily began to rise and ride her hand. Andy felt herself getting wet again, and began to rub herself against Emily's left leg, which might have induced another indignant cry from the girl if she wasn't lost amid throes of pleasure.
Emily was not one to scream as she came; she was the type who simply tightened up and gasped, still in some modicum of control even at the peak. And so it was here, when Emily without warning simply breathed in deeply and froze, like she was trying to prevent the convulsions. They happened anyway, and Emily exhaled long and hard as they shook her body, her fingers scrabbling against the bedsheets.
Andy continued humping Emily's leg, hands still braced against the wall, until Emily snuck in a hand to help her, thumb massaging her clit and fingers locked once again inside Andy. When she felt she had recovered, the dampness between her legs pooling again she moved the other hand to pleasure herself, eyes watching Andy, mesmerized.
"I don't think you should buy new jeans," she blurted out.
"What? Why not?" Andy said breathlessly, "I thought you said they were too tight."
"They are incredibly tight," Emily said imperiously, "And you look fabulous in them."
"Really?" Andy asked Emily in surprise, temporarily stopping her motions. Emily didn't stop though, and Andy moaned as Emily's fingers plunged deeper.
"Really," Emily said seriously, "You look like a goddess."
Andy blushed slightly, then grinned devilishly.
"You know, it's because I get to eat all the chocolate cake and ice cream I want now," she whispered into Emily's ear, hands slowly snaking down Emily's body possessively.
"Oh, piss off," Emily said angrily.
Andy just laughed and swooped in to bite.
Title: The Side Effects of Cake
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Prompt: Devil Wears Prada, Andy/Emily, the tightest jeans
Rating: Um, this is a porn battle.
Word Count: 949
Warnings: PWP
The Side Effects of Cake
"Your jeans are too tight," Emily hissed as she unbuttoned Andy's jeans, "Are you even fatter than before?"
"What do you mean, before?" Andy asked playfully, stretching out languidly against the bedsheets as Emily struggled.
"I mean," Emily grunted, "You've become, a big, hulking - oh!"
Emily almost fell backwards as Andy's jeans finally came off, taking along with them her thong and leaving her crotch entirely exposed.
"Well, I like that," Emily muttered, and dove in.
She flicked out a tongue and licked Andy's folds lightly, eliciting a shudder from the other girl. She backed up and inhaled, simply savoring the musty scent, until Andy sat up partially and raked her hands through the redhead's hair, gently but insistingly guiding her back in.
"Alright, alright," Emily said, getting to work, "Don't get your panties in a bunch."
"Don't... have them on," Andy gasped, as Emily sucked lightly on her clit. She inserted one finger, then two, thrusting in a steady rhythm, her other hand dancing across Andy's stomach lightly.
"Oh, YES," Andy moaned, "Right there, RIGHT THERE, ahhh-"
Emily inserted another finger and crawled onto the bed, face-to-face with Andy. Andy cupped Emily's face and brought her down for a long kiss, running her hands through the girl's hair again - she loved it so, it was all silky and soft and brilliantly red, nothing but the best for Miranda's top assistant - until a tremor went through her and she had to break it off. Frantically she bucked against Emily's hand, her head sinking deeper into the pillows as she arched her back.
"Ohmygod," Andy gasped as she began to come, violently, as she always did.
"Oh, godthatfeelsSOGOOD-"
"Ow!" Emily exclaimed as Andy dug her nails into Emily's back. It would have been a show-stopper if Andy hadn't already been well into her orgasm. Her vision blacked out momentarily.
"Sorry," Andy said sheepishly as Emily removed her hand. Another slight shudder went through her at the sensations.
"You should be," Emily snarled, "Do you have any idea how many of these... claw and bite marks," and here she gestured to her left shoulder, peppered with imprints, "that I have to cover up with makeup every day?"
"But you can just wear something sleeved to cover them up," Andy said, smiling uncontrollably at Emily's peevishness.
Emily stared at Andy as if she were stupid.
"It's summertime, Andy," she said scathingly.
"Oh," Andy said, "Well, should we stop this until it's okay for you to wear sleeves again?"
Emily's eyes bulged out in horror, and Andy had to burst out in laughter. At this Emily seemed mildly offended, and she scooted away, curling up adorably against the bedrest.
"Aww, come on," Andy laughed.
She scooted in, one hand on Emily's bitten shoulder and the other lightly massaging her breast.
"It was a joke," Andy wheedled, "Please?"
Grudgingly Emily relented, extending her legs and allowing Andy to dip a hand under her jeans.
"Woah, these are really loose," Andy commented, "Looks like you've lost some weight after all."
"Guess we can go on a shopping spree for jeans together then, huh?" Andy said, situating herself across Emily's thighs and licking Emily's right nipple appreciatively. It perked up and hardened instantly under her.
Emily mumbled something Andy couldn't hear, and she looked up in question.
"What did you say?" she asked, rubbing Emily's clit while sliding her jeans off - too easily, she didn't even need to unbutton them, she noted - with her free hand.
Emily moaned, and murmured, "Those are... easy-access jeans," turning bright red as she said so.
Andy almost laughed again, but refrained.
"You would," she said, shaking her head.
She removed her hands from Emily temporarily so she could pull the girl's loose-fitting jeans completely off, causing a frustrated groan from Emily at the lack of friction. Immediately Andy resumed her ministrations, her left hand buried in Emily's folds and her right hand braced against the wall as Emily began to rise and ride her hand. Andy felt herself getting wet again, and began to rub herself against Emily's left leg, which might have induced another indignant cry from the girl if she wasn't lost amid throes of pleasure.
Emily was not one to scream as she came; she was the type who simply tightened up and gasped, still in some modicum of control even at the peak. And so it was here, when Emily without warning simply breathed in deeply and froze, like she was trying to prevent the convulsions. They happened anyway, and Emily exhaled long and hard as they shook her body, her fingers scrabbling against the bedsheets.
Andy continued humping Emily's leg, hands still braced against the wall, until Emily snuck in a hand to help her, thumb massaging her clit and fingers locked once again inside Andy. When she felt she had recovered, the dampness between her legs pooling again she moved the other hand to pleasure herself, eyes watching Andy, mesmerized.
"I don't think you should buy new jeans," she blurted out.
"What? Why not?" Andy said breathlessly, "I thought you said they were too tight."
"They are incredibly tight," Emily said imperiously, "And you look fabulous in them."
"Really?" Andy asked Emily in surprise, temporarily stopping her motions. Emily didn't stop though, and Andy moaned as Emily's fingers plunged deeper.
"Really," Emily said seriously, "You look like a goddess."
Andy blushed slightly, then grinned devilishly.
"You know, it's because I get to eat all the chocolate cake and ice cream I want now," she whispered into Emily's ear, hands slowly snaking down Emily's body possessively.
"Oh, piss off," Emily said angrily.
Andy just laughed and swooped in to bite.