Who's afraid of the big bad witch? by fat_teaspoon
The end of the story arc which began with Degreenify You. Here’s the smut you’ve all been waiting for!
Title: Who’s afraid of the big bad witch?
Pairing: Kristin/Idina
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1000
Disclaimer: The usual. Non-fiction people, very very fictional story.
They lay that way for a short while, just enjoying the other’s nearness. Sooner than Idina would have thought possible, Kristin raised herself onto her elbows. She dropped her chin onto her chest, piercing Idina with her eyes once more. ‘Can I try?’
‘Can you - ’ Idina stopped. ‘You mean, you want to - ’ she trailed off, aware that she sounded less than enthusiastic.
Kristin raised herself further, so that she could see Idina properly. ‘So, you’re allowed to, but you’re worried about me doing that?’ There was a tiny rising note in her voice which should have warned Idina.
‘No, it’s just, I mean, I didn’t think you’d…I don’t know, want to?’
Kristin’s eyes narrowed. ‘Why wouldn’t I want to?’ She sat up fully, knocking Idina off her leg, which left her kneeling on the floor by Kristin. ‘Is it because you think I’d be scared?’
Idina realised now that somehow she’d roused the tiger, and needed to move carefully. She focused on the right thing to say, although a tiny bit of her brain found time to wonder if Kristin knew how irrational this conversation seemed. Especially in the middle of what was progressing towards awesome sex.
‘No, honey, of course I don’t think you’re scared,’ she tried, soothingly. ‘I guess I just didn’t think you’d be ready for that.’ Which she realised immediately was the wrong thing to say. Stupid, stupid. Why did she always have to-
Her thoughts ceased abruptly as Kristin dropped neatly from the bed onto the floor beside her and lunged, knocking her backwards and causing her head to bounce on the carpet. Apparently, Kristin didn’t care about that, because she was kissing her fiercely. Idina cared about nothing but continuing the kiss. So different from earlier, this Kristin was fiery, demanding, forceful. After a few long moments Kristin stopped. She pulled back, and Idina could see her clearly, blazing eyes and all.
Kristin muttered something, between gasps for breath. Idina thought it was ‘huhscaredshowher.’ Or something. Kristin’s mouth was on hers again, wanting more and more, demanding her submission. Idina raised her hands to Kristin’s head, although she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to push her away, or hold her tight. She didn’t have the chance for either, as Kristin grabbed her wrists, pushing her hands to the floor, never breaking the kiss. Something in Idina’s subconscious was surprised by the strength.
Kristin pushed gently on her wrists, making it clear that she should leave her hands where they were, before drawing back once more. Her face was still intense, determined, but the fire seemed to have subsided. A little. She had settled herself across Idina’s hips, and now she sat up, and almost leisurely, began to move up and down. Small movements, but very deliberate. Idina gasped, pleasure coursing through her sensitised body. Kristin grinned, and continued to move, slowly increasing the pressure and the tempo until Idina was pushing back, desperately seeking more and more. Her eyes were closed, arms flung with abandon across the floor, chest heaving. And then Kristin stopped. Damn her, Idina managed to think through her haze.
Still moving in a slow, deliberate fashion, as if utterly unaffected by what she was doing, Kristin leaned forward, and settled her full body weight across Idina. The touch on her nipples, always sensitive, undid Idina completely.
‘Oh, fuck, Kris, can’t you just - ’ She was interrupted by a fierce kiss, which left her sobbing for breath.
‘Just what, honey?’ Kristin asked, putting unnecessary emphasis on the last word. She was starting to smile, but Idina could tell she wasn’t through proving her point yet.
Idina couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d planned so carefully, to be so loving and gentle, taking things slowly. Trust Kristin to turn plans on their head. ‘God, Kris, please, fuck me already.’ Idina couldn’t believe she was saying it. She was never so forward, ever.
Kristin’s face was triumphant. Leaning forward, she claimed Idina’s mouth once more. She braced one hand on the floor, so that she could raise her hips enough to slide a hand in between them. Without warning, she slid two fingers into Idina, at the same time kissing her gently. Fortunately, Idina had been more than ready almost since returning home. Even so, she cried out into Kristin’s mouth, who immediately stopped, expression a strange mixture of amusement and concern. ‘Are you ok?’
Idina gasped as Kristin raised one cynical eyebrow at her, and moved her fingers very gently.
‘Oh God, yes, please, please,’ Idina sobbed, sighing in relief as Kristin began to move her hand. Idina almost didn’t notice when she gently added a third finger.
Kristin pushed over and over into Idina, until she was a quivering mess under her, writhing and gasping, begging, words no longer forming sentences. She continued, mercilessly, for another couple of thrusts, before brushing her thumb over Idina’s centre. It was all it took. Idina fell apart, sobbing and sighing, and Kristin gently withdrew before collapsing onto her, not caring that they were both slick with sweat.
When Kristin finally rolled off, onto the floor, Idina managed to raise herself onto one elbow to look at her. ‘Ok, fine. Next time you can do what you want. I promise I won’t ever say you’re scared of anything ever again.’ Her voice came out annoyingly wobbly, and Kristin smirked in a truly aggravating way.
As Idina was swallowed by sleep, she vaguely noticed Kristin dragging the quilt down from the bed to drape over them. Her last, fleeting moment of consciousness was to wonder how she might be able to annoy Kristin further.
Title: Who’s afraid of the big bad witch?
Pairing: Kristin/Idina
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1000
Disclaimer: The usual. Non-fiction people, very very fictional story.
They lay that way for a short while, just enjoying the other’s nearness. Sooner than Idina would have thought possible, Kristin raised herself onto her elbows. She dropped her chin onto her chest, piercing Idina with her eyes once more. ‘Can I try?’
‘Can you - ’ Idina stopped. ‘You mean, you want to - ’ she trailed off, aware that she sounded less than enthusiastic.
Kristin raised herself further, so that she could see Idina properly. ‘So, you’re allowed to, but you’re worried about me doing that?’ There was a tiny rising note in her voice which should have warned Idina.
‘No, it’s just, I mean, I didn’t think you’d…I don’t know, want to?’
Kristin’s eyes narrowed. ‘Why wouldn’t I want to?’ She sat up fully, knocking Idina off her leg, which left her kneeling on the floor by Kristin. ‘Is it because you think I’d be scared?’
Idina realised now that somehow she’d roused the tiger, and needed to move carefully. She focused on the right thing to say, although a tiny bit of her brain found time to wonder if Kristin knew how irrational this conversation seemed. Especially in the middle of what was progressing towards awesome sex.
‘No, honey, of course I don’t think you’re scared,’ she tried, soothingly. ‘I guess I just didn’t think you’d be ready for that.’ Which she realised immediately was the wrong thing to say. Stupid, stupid. Why did she always have to-
Her thoughts ceased abruptly as Kristin dropped neatly from the bed onto the floor beside her and lunged, knocking her backwards and causing her head to bounce on the carpet. Apparently, Kristin didn’t care about that, because she was kissing her fiercely. Idina cared about nothing but continuing the kiss. So different from earlier, this Kristin was fiery, demanding, forceful. After a few long moments Kristin stopped. She pulled back, and Idina could see her clearly, blazing eyes and all.
Kristin muttered something, between gasps for breath. Idina thought it was ‘huhscaredshowher.’ Or something. Kristin’s mouth was on hers again, wanting more and more, demanding her submission. Idina raised her hands to Kristin’s head, although she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to push her away, or hold her tight. She didn’t have the chance for either, as Kristin grabbed her wrists, pushing her hands to the floor, never breaking the kiss. Something in Idina’s subconscious was surprised by the strength.
Kristin pushed gently on her wrists, making it clear that she should leave her hands where they were, before drawing back once more. Her face was still intense, determined, but the fire seemed to have subsided. A little. She had settled herself across Idina’s hips, and now she sat up, and almost leisurely, began to move up and down. Small movements, but very deliberate. Idina gasped, pleasure coursing through her sensitised body. Kristin grinned, and continued to move, slowly increasing the pressure and the tempo until Idina was pushing back, desperately seeking more and more. Her eyes were closed, arms flung with abandon across the floor, chest heaving. And then Kristin stopped. Damn her, Idina managed to think through her haze.
Still moving in a slow, deliberate fashion, as if utterly unaffected by what she was doing, Kristin leaned forward, and settled her full body weight across Idina. The touch on her nipples, always sensitive, undid Idina completely.
‘Oh, fuck, Kris, can’t you just - ’ She was interrupted by a fierce kiss, which left her sobbing for breath.
‘Just what, honey?’ Kristin asked, putting unnecessary emphasis on the last word. She was starting to smile, but Idina could tell she wasn’t through proving her point yet.
Idina couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d planned so carefully, to be so loving and gentle, taking things slowly. Trust Kristin to turn plans on their head. ‘God, Kris, please, fuck me already.’ Idina couldn’t believe she was saying it. She was never so forward, ever.
Kristin’s face was triumphant. Leaning forward, she claimed Idina’s mouth once more. She braced one hand on the floor, so that she could raise her hips enough to slide a hand in between them. Without warning, she slid two fingers into Idina, at the same time kissing her gently. Fortunately, Idina had been more than ready almost since returning home. Even so, she cried out into Kristin’s mouth, who immediately stopped, expression a strange mixture of amusement and concern. ‘Are you ok?’
Idina gasped as Kristin raised one cynical eyebrow at her, and moved her fingers very gently.
‘Oh God, yes, please, please,’ Idina sobbed, sighing in relief as Kristin began to move her hand. Idina almost didn’t notice when she gently added a third finger.
Kristin pushed over and over into Idina, until she was a quivering mess under her, writhing and gasping, begging, words no longer forming sentences. She continued, mercilessly, for another couple of thrusts, before brushing her thumb over Idina’s centre. It was all it took. Idina fell apart, sobbing and sighing, and Kristin gently withdrew before collapsing onto her, not caring that they were both slick with sweat.
When Kristin finally rolled off, onto the floor, Idina managed to raise herself onto one elbow to look at her. ‘Ok, fine. Next time you can do what you want. I promise I won’t ever say you’re scared of anything ever again.’ Her voice came out annoyingly wobbly, and Kristin smirked in a truly aggravating way.
As Idina was swallowed by sleep, she vaguely noticed Kristin dragging the quilt down from the bed to drape over them. Her last, fleeting moment of consciousness was to wonder how she might be able to annoy Kristin further.