Drabble Cycle: Kinks, Orphan Black, Anonymity
Title: Once, On a Dark Night
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Shay
Rating: M
Prompt: Anonymity
Word Count: 250
Summary: Cosima shares her bed with a blonde stranger.
Cosima pushes the door ajar, and just for a moment, the dim and dank pub is filled with the bright lights from outside, vanquishing the shadows.
She sees the woman over by the window, absentmindedly staring out of it, a glass of vodka forgotten in her hand. Her blonde hair is darker and longer than Delphine's (which is good, but still, she shivers).
Suddenly, the woman turns and sees her. Immediately, she smiles, congenial, but there is a glow in the blues of her eyes, burning and intense.
Cosima shivers again, despite the heat in her cheeks.
--
Cosima runs her tongue along the side of the woman's neck, can taste the salt in her sweat, can feel her pulse beating rapidly beneath her skin.
The woman has her legs wrapped firmly around Cosima's waist, rubbing her gender against hers, riding her in tandem, Cosima's hips matching her rhythm, moving as one.
Cosima feels the pressure between her legs build up, throbbing; hears the blood rushing in her ears, as well as the blonde's breath in her ear, the scent of lilac mixed with sweat. She digs her fingernails into Cosima's shoulders, her hardened nipples pressed against her own.
Cosima groans, twisting her head to the side, vaguely thinking that if she were with Delphine, she would be closer now. Indeed, what was happening now was pleasant, sensual, but it was lacking in something.
"Hey," the woman says, grinning devilishly, curling her fingers into Cosima's hair. "My eyes are up here,"
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Shay
Rating: M
Prompt: Anonymity
Word Count: 250
Summary: Cosima shares her bed with a blonde stranger.
Cosima pushes the door ajar, and just for a moment, the dim and dank pub is filled with the bright lights from outside, vanquishing the shadows.
She sees the woman over by the window, absentmindedly staring out of it, a glass of vodka forgotten in her hand. Her blonde hair is darker and longer than Delphine's (which is good, but still, she shivers).
Suddenly, the woman turns and sees her. Immediately, she smiles, congenial, but there is a glow in the blues of her eyes, burning and intense.
Cosima shivers again, despite the heat in her cheeks.
--
Cosima runs her tongue along the side of the woman's neck, can taste the salt in her sweat, can feel her pulse beating rapidly beneath her skin.
The woman has her legs wrapped firmly around Cosima's waist, rubbing her gender against hers, riding her in tandem, Cosima's hips matching her rhythm, moving as one.
Cosima feels the pressure between her legs build up, throbbing; hears the blood rushing in her ears, as well as the blonde's breath in her ear, the scent of lilac mixed with sweat. She digs her fingernails into Cosima's shoulders, her hardened nipples pressed against her own.
Cosima groans, twisting her head to the side, vaguely thinking that if she were with Delphine, she would be closer now. Indeed, what was happening now was pleasant, sensual, but it was lacking in something.
"Hey," the woman says, grinning devilishly, curling her fingers into Cosima's hair. "My eyes are up here,"