Drabbletag - Motor Oil
Title: Greased The Goodbye
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Motor Oil
Fandom: Mad Max
Pairing: Capable/Furiosa
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Mad Max: Fury Road, set after Mad Max: Fury Road
It’s spiritual, like a ritual. A prayer offered up to no-one but the road. Capable watches the steady motion of Furiosa’s fingers, smears of oil turning her brow dark, darker.
Capable hates it.
Because that oil, it means Furiosa’s going out again.
The War Boys, the ones that survived, they’ve found shelter wherever they can. Isolated at first, but now the scouts say the gangs at Gas Town and the Bullet Farm, they’re communicating.
Which can’t be good. Combine those supplies, and the Citadel’s looking at a whole fuckload of trouble.
So Furiosa’s leading the run on Gas Town, and Capable’s watching her prepare, and hating every second of it.
“You’re coming back, right?” she asks. Stupid question, stupid stupid, but Capable’s allowed to say it, allowed to worry. Allowed to grab at Furiosa’s waist, drag her in for a kiss that makes her chest hum like an engine.
Lifting her skirts, impatient like crazy, and Furiosa smirks against her lips. Slides down to her knees and shoves at Capable’s legs with a firm hand, like Capable’s not already spreading her thighs wide as she can, making room.
First touch of Furiosa’s lips against her cunt, it makes her shout, too wound up, too needy. Too scared of what’s to come, but she can forget, just for a moment. Palm at Furiosa’s scalp, oil smudged across her inner thighs as Furiosa grinds her mouth against her, so smutty.
Later she’ll have oil underneath her fingernails when she watches Furiosa leave.
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Motor Oil
Fandom: Mad Max
Pairing: Capable/Furiosa
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Mad Max: Fury Road, set after Mad Max: Fury Road
It’s spiritual, like a ritual. A prayer offered up to no-one but the road. Capable watches the steady motion of Furiosa’s fingers, smears of oil turning her brow dark, darker.
Capable hates it.
Because that oil, it means Furiosa’s going out again.
The War Boys, the ones that survived, they’ve found shelter wherever they can. Isolated at first, but now the scouts say the gangs at Gas Town and the Bullet Farm, they’re communicating.
Which can’t be good. Combine those supplies, and the Citadel’s looking at a whole fuckload of trouble.
So Furiosa’s leading the run on Gas Town, and Capable’s watching her prepare, and hating every second of it.
“You’re coming back, right?” she asks. Stupid question, stupid stupid, but Capable’s allowed to say it, allowed to worry. Allowed to grab at Furiosa’s waist, drag her in for a kiss that makes her chest hum like an engine.
Lifting her skirts, impatient like crazy, and Furiosa smirks against her lips. Slides down to her knees and shoves at Capable’s legs with a firm hand, like Capable’s not already spreading her thighs wide as she can, making room.
First touch of Furiosa’s lips against her cunt, it makes her shout, too wound up, too needy. Too scared of what’s to come, but she can forget, just for a moment. Palm at Furiosa’s scalp, oil smudged across her inner thighs as Furiosa grinds her mouth against her, so smutty.
Later she’ll have oil underneath her fingernails when she watches Furiosa leave.