Opium (fem!China, fem!England) - Pt 1
Title: Opium
Warnings: Girl!sex, not really consensual
Summary: Near the end of the Opium War, England and China meet to talk things over.
Characters: fem!England, fem!China
Year: 1860
China regarded the smug face of her enemy with more resignation than anger. The woman was reclining on one of the elaborate couches, pipe in her hand. She hadn't begun to heat it over the lamp; she was taunting her.
“It is quite relaxing, I hear. It seems it can even be medicinal.” She twirled the expensive pipe, heedless of its value, ignoring the scandalized proprietor.
China said nothing. It was close to the end of the war now; the outcome was more-or-less decided. More insulting demands, more humiliating treaties, more opium. England's requesting to meet her here was nothing more than cruelty.
“Come now,” said the woman. “Don't look so glum. Surely it's not so bad. Look around this place; the clients seem happy, don't they?”
China looked around, at the vacant expressions on the faces of her children; men and women who should be home, caring for their children and taking care of their households. She didn't respond.
England leaned forward, and began to heat her pipe over the exquisite lamp. “Well. I'll see what all the fuss is about, shall I?”
China watched, as the substance was vaporized, and the woman began to inhale. She couldn't help but hope it was poisoned, although she was mostly sure that it wouldn't affect someone like them. England breathed out with a sigh. “Ah. Lovely.” Then she stared at China. “Come, now, you're hardly being a good host. Join me.” It wasn't a question
China looked at her for a long moment. She had smoked before, back at the very beginning, but she found she didn't like it; she valued her clarity of thought. She desperately, desperately wanted to refuse. Nonetheless, staring at the dangerous face of the other woman and thinking of huge warships and uniformed men, she leaned forward, slowly, and picked up the other pipe.
England watched, as China heated her pipe, inhaled the vapors, breathed out slowly. England found that her eyes were fixed on the woman's mouth, the lips parted on the exhale, pursed around the end of the pipe on the inhale. Her fingers were thin, nimble around the delicate end, and England shuddered, imagining the feel of them working her, slipping inside her. If China noticed the scrutiny, she gave no indication.
England directed her attention back to her pipe, glancing at the other woman from time to time. Her skin felt warm, her throat relaxed and easy-- nothing like smoking tobacco. She held a breath for a long moment, and let it out, slowly. “Yes, I can see the appeal,” she said. Already, her worries about the war, about her empire, were receding. She wondered when the last time was that she had really relaxed. China didn't answer. After a moment, England looked over at her. The silly creature had been almost silent since she'd arrived. “Say something, girl.”
The woman let out the breath she was holding, expression unchanging. “You're right,” she said. “It's a hard thing to resist.”
England ignored the tone of warning in her voice. She leaned back farther into the cushions of the couch, and closed her eyes. “Won't you come sit with me,” she said. It wasn't a question. China, silently, came to sit beside her on the couch. She let her hand wander to China's knee, rubbing soothing circles on the inside of her thigh. Still, the other woman said nothing. “The world is full of nations who would give anything to be where you are,” England whispered into her ear. “I'm a very powerful woman.”
Finally, China looked over at the other woman. “You disgust me,” she said, quietly.
England's smile froze for a moment. Then her face relaxed into a darker expression. “In that case, I won't bother with the seduction.”
Warnings: Girl!sex, not really consensual
Summary: Near the end of the Opium War, England and China meet to talk things over.
Characters: fem!England, fem!China
Year: 1860
China regarded the smug face of her enemy with more resignation than anger. The woman was reclining on one of the elaborate couches, pipe in her hand. She hadn't begun to heat it over the lamp; she was taunting her.
“It is quite relaxing, I hear. It seems it can even be medicinal.” She twirled the expensive pipe, heedless of its value, ignoring the scandalized proprietor.
China said nothing. It was close to the end of the war now; the outcome was more-or-less decided. More insulting demands, more humiliating treaties, more opium. England's requesting to meet her here was nothing more than cruelty.
“Come now,” said the woman. “Don't look so glum. Surely it's not so bad. Look around this place; the clients seem happy, don't they?”
China looked around, at the vacant expressions on the faces of her children; men and women who should be home, caring for their children and taking care of their households. She didn't respond.
England leaned forward, and began to heat her pipe over the exquisite lamp. “Well. I'll see what all the fuss is about, shall I?”
China watched, as the substance was vaporized, and the woman began to inhale. She couldn't help but hope it was poisoned, although she was mostly sure that it wouldn't affect someone like them. England breathed out with a sigh. “Ah. Lovely.” Then she stared at China. “Come, now, you're hardly being a good host. Join me.” It wasn't a question
China looked at her for a long moment. She had smoked before, back at the very beginning, but she found she didn't like it; she valued her clarity of thought. She desperately, desperately wanted to refuse. Nonetheless, staring at the dangerous face of the other woman and thinking of huge warships and uniformed men, she leaned forward, slowly, and picked up the other pipe.
England watched, as China heated her pipe, inhaled the vapors, breathed out slowly. England found that her eyes were fixed on the woman's mouth, the lips parted on the exhale, pursed around the end of the pipe on the inhale. Her fingers were thin, nimble around the delicate end, and England shuddered, imagining the feel of them working her, slipping inside her. If China noticed the scrutiny, she gave no indication.
England directed her attention back to her pipe, glancing at the other woman from time to time. Her skin felt warm, her throat relaxed and easy-- nothing like smoking tobacco. She held a breath for a long moment, and let it out, slowly. “Yes, I can see the appeal,” she said. Already, her worries about the war, about her empire, were receding. She wondered when the last time was that she had really relaxed. China didn't answer. After a moment, England looked over at her. The silly creature had been almost silent since she'd arrived. “Say something, girl.”
The woman let out the breath she was holding, expression unchanging. “You're right,” she said. “It's a hard thing to resist.”
England ignored the tone of warning in her voice. She leaned back farther into the cushions of the couch, and closed her eyes. “Won't you come sit with me,” she said. It wasn't a question. China, silently, came to sit beside her on the couch. She let her hand wander to China's knee, rubbing soothing circles on the inside of her thigh. Still, the other woman said nothing. “The world is full of nations who would give anything to be where you are,” England whispered into her ear. “I'm a very powerful woman.”
Finally, China looked over at the other woman. “You disgust me,” she said, quietly.
England's smile froze for a moment. Then her face relaxed into a darker expression. “In that case, I won't bother with the seduction.”