Drabbletag - Noir
Title: Noiresque
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Noir
Fandom: Batman Beyond
Pairing: Inque/Dana
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before Season One, tentacles
The girl has legs for days, hair of the blackest-black, and the kind of eyes that a woman would commit murder for. She’s standing alone in the alley, arms wrapped low around her waist, demure and wary, like a fly in a web.
Inque makes one hell of a black widow spider.
This one, though, she doesn’t want to poison, although she’s still looking to bite, and she slinks through the shadows, listens to that soft little gasp when she materialises right in the girl’s space.
“What’s your name, sweetness?” she purrs, dirty street light reflecting off her slick skin, and she doesn’t miss the way the girl’s eyes drag over her curves.
“D-Dana,” comes the reply, in a pretty voice Inque can’t wait to hear moan.
She has a taste for danger, this Dana, Inque can tell. She doesn’t step away, looking at Inque with intrigue. Probably goes for the bad boys, the nasty girls, the kids who can give her a rush.
They can’t compete with the kind of rush that Inque can give her.
“Let me show you a good time, Dana,” she murmurs, reaching out to touch her fingers to Dana’s throat. Feeling that pulse jump as her other arm extends, inky tentacles sliding around Dana’s waist, squeezing her just right.
Dana’s eyelashes flutter, blush creeping over her cheeks, and Inque knows she’s caught her prey.
Gotham’s gritty and grimy, but if this is what the city can offer, Inque will have to visit more often.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Noir
Fandom: Batman Beyond
Pairing: Inque/Dana
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before Season One, tentacles
The girl has legs for days, hair of the blackest-black, and the kind of eyes that a woman would commit murder for. She’s standing alone in the alley, arms wrapped low around her waist, demure and wary, like a fly in a web.
Inque makes one hell of a black widow spider.
This one, though, she doesn’t want to poison, although she’s still looking to bite, and she slinks through the shadows, listens to that soft little gasp when she materialises right in the girl’s space.
“What’s your name, sweetness?” she purrs, dirty street light reflecting off her slick skin, and she doesn’t miss the way the girl’s eyes drag over her curves.
“D-Dana,” comes the reply, in a pretty voice Inque can’t wait to hear moan.
She has a taste for danger, this Dana, Inque can tell. She doesn’t step away, looking at Inque with intrigue. Probably goes for the bad boys, the nasty girls, the kids who can give her a rush.
They can’t compete with the kind of rush that Inque can give her.
“Let me show you a good time, Dana,” she murmurs, reaching out to touch her fingers to Dana’s throat. Feeling that pulse jump as her other arm extends, inky tentacles sliding around Dana’s waist, squeezing her just right.
Dana’s eyelashes flutter, blush creeping over her cheeks, and Inque knows she’s caught her prey.
Gotham’s gritty and grimy, but if this is what the city can offer, Inque will have to visit more often.