Drabbletag - Science Girlfriends
Title: Auditorium
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Science Girlfriends
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Betty/Jane
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Public sex
It’s not that the conference is boring. Far from it, the data is actually fascinating.
But Jane isn’t paying the slightest bit of attention.
They’re sat at the back, by the door, because they’ve both had experience with emergencies and prefer to be close to an exit, ready for action. The lights are dimmed, everybody else is enraptured with the lecture, and Betty’s hand is up Jane’s skirt.
Jane would be mortified, if she wasn’t so turned-on.
“The potential application of their theory is intriguing, isn’t it?” Betty whispers in Jane’s ear. Her voice always has this breathy-soft quality to it, and like this it sends shivers down Jane’s spine, gasping for the sensation of warm breath against her ear.
“You really want to talk about that now?” she hisses back, and somebody in front of them makes a shushing gesture.
Thankfully they don’t turn around, because the movement of Betty’s hand beneath fabric is obscene.
Jane sinks down in her chair a little, thighs spreading wider. Betty’s working her through her panties, material this slightly rough texture over the slide of her fingers.
“You’re so wet,” Betty sighs quietly, and Jane’s trying really hard not to whimper. “You’ll have to take these off afterwards.” She pulls at the soaked fabric, then grinds it against Jane’s clit.
It’s the thought of that, of being naked beneath her skirt, knowing that Betty knows, that makes Jane seize up, coming beneath Betty’s fingers.
Betty’s free hand covers Jane’s mouth just in time.
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Science Girlfriends
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Betty/Jane
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Public sex
It’s not that the conference is boring. Far from it, the data is actually fascinating.
But Jane isn’t paying the slightest bit of attention.
They’re sat at the back, by the door, because they’ve both had experience with emergencies and prefer to be close to an exit, ready for action. The lights are dimmed, everybody else is enraptured with the lecture, and Betty’s hand is up Jane’s skirt.
Jane would be mortified, if she wasn’t so turned-on.
“The potential application of their theory is intriguing, isn’t it?” Betty whispers in Jane’s ear. Her voice always has this breathy-soft quality to it, and like this it sends shivers down Jane’s spine, gasping for the sensation of warm breath against her ear.
“You really want to talk about that now?” she hisses back, and somebody in front of them makes a shushing gesture.
Thankfully they don’t turn around, because the movement of Betty’s hand beneath fabric is obscene.
Jane sinks down in her chair a little, thighs spreading wider. Betty’s working her through her panties, material this slightly rough texture over the slide of her fingers.
“You’re so wet,” Betty sighs quietly, and Jane’s trying really hard not to whimper. “You’ll have to take these off afterwards.” She pulls at the soaked fabric, then grinds it against Jane’s clit.
It’s the thought of that, of being naked beneath her skirt, knowing that Betty knows, that makes Jane seize up, coming beneath Betty’s fingers.
Betty’s free hand covers Jane’s mouth just in time.