Drabbletag - Storms
Title: Stormbound
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Storms
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Lydia/Malia
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
“I don’t like storms,” Malia says with a frown. She’s maybe looking a little pale, although it’s hard to tell in the weak light from the stars and Lydia’s phone.
It makes sense, of course. Malia spent half her life living as a coyote out in the wild. Lydia can almost picture her, huddled in her den, snarling at the sound of thunder ripping through the sky.
“Distract me,” Malia murmurs, so Lydia does. Kisses her slow and thorough, fingers pressing patterns against Malia’s skin, exploring the ridges of Malia’s teeth with her tongue. Humming softly as Malia pulls her close, skin to skin, legs sliding together against the sheets.
There’s a crack of thunder, loud enough to sound like it’s right over the house, and Malia’s breath stutters against Lydia’s lips.
“Distract me more.” Eyes flashing blue as she asks, pulling impatiently at Lydia’s hips.
Lydia’s smile is affectionate. “Clingy,” she admonishes with a click of her tongue, but she’s already moving. Sliding down the length of Malia’s body, and Malia arches under her, tugs the duvet up until it’s covering them both. Cocooned together in the darkness, just the smell of skin and heat. Going by feel rather than sight as Lydia settles between Malia’s spread legs.
She presses her mouth there, slick beneath her lips as she drags them against Malia’s labia, as she kisses her way to Malia’s clit.
There’s another rumble outside, more thunder, but Lydia doesn’t hear it over the sound of Malia’s groan.
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Storms
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Lydia/Malia
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
“I don’t like storms,” Malia says with a frown. She’s maybe looking a little pale, although it’s hard to tell in the weak light from the stars and Lydia’s phone.
It makes sense, of course. Malia spent half her life living as a coyote out in the wild. Lydia can almost picture her, huddled in her den, snarling at the sound of thunder ripping through the sky.
“Distract me,” Malia murmurs, so Lydia does. Kisses her slow and thorough, fingers pressing patterns against Malia’s skin, exploring the ridges of Malia’s teeth with her tongue. Humming softly as Malia pulls her close, skin to skin, legs sliding together against the sheets.
There’s a crack of thunder, loud enough to sound like it’s right over the house, and Malia’s breath stutters against Lydia’s lips.
“Distract me more.” Eyes flashing blue as she asks, pulling impatiently at Lydia’s hips.
Lydia’s smile is affectionate. “Clingy,” she admonishes with a click of her tongue, but she’s already moving. Sliding down the length of Malia’s body, and Malia arches under her, tugs the duvet up until it’s covering them both. Cocooned together in the darkness, just the smell of skin and heat. Going by feel rather than sight as Lydia settles between Malia’s spread legs.
She presses her mouth there, slick beneath her lips as she drags them against Malia’s labia, as she kisses her way to Malia’s clit.
There’s another rumble outside, more thunder, but Lydia doesn’t hear it over the sound of Malia’s groan.