L is for Loner, O is for Opposite, S is for Startle
Title: Stranger Satisfactions
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Adora Belle/Susan
Claim: Discworld
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
Stranger Satisfactions
Susan watches a fly circle on the ceiling. There's something vicious about flies, more than a spider; a spider's methods might be cruel, but its objectives are lucid: sustenance, breeding. Spiders Susan can understand, and she hates things she can't understand.
Killer watches Moist on the insides of her eyelids, Moist knowing perfectly well where she is and who with, Moist finding himself for once unable to go with the flow. She opens her eyes to banish him.
Susan puts out her cigarette on the ashtray on Adora's bedside table, and turns her head on the pillow, meeting Adora's eyes.
'One more time,' says Killer quietly, the vibration of some motion beneath in her voice. Susan meets her with nicotine lips, relinquishing, for once, the privileges of sense.
Softly, at first - these lips have been kissed often this night - these breasts caressed - lighter now, leaving a glittering web of moisture on her skin. She sighs, she bends, slowly, lightly, lightly. Then she bites, and nothing about any of this is light again.
They leave each other an hour later, bruised and bleeding and satisfied. Susan circles the streets of Ankh-Morpork, invisible and peripheral, outside her life, and thinks of flies.
Title: Mrs Dearheart's Wishes
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Adora Belle/OFC
Claim: Discworld
Rating: PG
Word count: 230
Mrs Dearheart's Wishes
Boys gave Adora Belle a wide berth. Her mother sometimes despaired of her ever finding a mate. But anything could happen, Mrs Dearheart told herself; eventually a boy might come along who would see beyond her... little ways.
She was happy that Adora at least seemed to have friends, even if the friendships never seemed to last. She'd brought girls over as long as her parents could remember.
One night when Adora had a friend over (Annabelle Hawks, who'd had her sweet sixteen on the same day as Adora, and been her excuse for having no party) Mrs Dearheart found she'd forgotten a tray of milk and cookies in the Adora's bedroom. Thinking of the stink of milk gone bad, and what a nasty thing that would be to wake up to, she tiptoed her way to her daughter's door, listened for their steady breathing, and quietly entered.
She felt cloth at her feet. Moonlight flowed over the bed, the sleeping forms of the girls, and the bedside table, where the tray lay. Mrs Dearheart lifted it with trembling hands and retreated.
She washed the cups downstairs in candlelight, fighting a fit of tears. All she'd wanted was a normal daughter. And grandchildren. She did not want this: her daughter tangled up with another girl, naked as the day she was born.
All she'd wanted a daughter she could adore.
Title: No Exception
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Adora Belle/OFC
Claim: Discworld
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
A/N: Omg no a songfic! It uses the song 'Class' from the musical Chicago.
No Exception
Those who knew Adora knew that she hardly ever laughed. She joked - if her invariably negative observations on human nature could be called jokes - but there was only one instance her lover of two years, Annabelle, ever heard her laugh.
It was down Short Street, and risky, since it approached street theatre: two women singing a question to the world,
Whatever happened to old values?
The women were dressed as seamstresses, and probably were; one was twirling a knife.
There are no gentlemen to open up the doors,
There ain't no ladies now, there's only pigs and whores...
Adora Belle laughed: a dark and bitter sound.
'Is that really what you think?' A question Annabelle had asked often before, with the same sinking feeling; the suspicion that she herself was no exception.
Adora didn't answer, giving her a long look and a smile instead, and offering Annabelle the butt of her cigarette.
They went back to the Dearheart house and locked the door. They were as quiet as they could be, what with Adora's brother right in the next room and her mother right downstairs. Even through her shuddering orgasm, Annabelle was sure it would be the last time.
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Adora Belle/Susan
Claim: Discworld
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
Stranger Satisfactions
Susan watches a fly circle on the ceiling. There's something vicious about flies, more than a spider; a spider's methods might be cruel, but its objectives are lucid: sustenance, breeding. Spiders Susan can understand, and she hates things she can't understand.
Killer watches Moist on the insides of her eyelids, Moist knowing perfectly well where she is and who with, Moist finding himself for once unable to go with the flow. She opens her eyes to banish him.
Susan puts out her cigarette on the ashtray on Adora's bedside table, and turns her head on the pillow, meeting Adora's eyes.
'One more time,' says Killer quietly, the vibration of some motion beneath in her voice. Susan meets her with nicotine lips, relinquishing, for once, the privileges of sense.
Softly, at first - these lips have been kissed often this night - these breasts caressed - lighter now, leaving a glittering web of moisture on her skin. She sighs, she bends, slowly, lightly, lightly. Then she bites, and nothing about any of this is light again.
They leave each other an hour later, bruised and bleeding and satisfied. Susan circles the streets of Ankh-Morpork, invisible and peripheral, outside her life, and thinks of flies.
Title: Mrs Dearheart's Wishes
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Adora Belle/OFC
Claim: Discworld
Rating: PG
Word count: 230
Mrs Dearheart's Wishes
Boys gave Adora Belle a wide berth. Her mother sometimes despaired of her ever finding a mate. But anything could happen, Mrs Dearheart told herself; eventually a boy might come along who would see beyond her... little ways.
She was happy that Adora at least seemed to have friends, even if the friendships never seemed to last. She'd brought girls over as long as her parents could remember.
One night when Adora had a friend over (Annabelle Hawks, who'd had her sweet sixteen on the same day as Adora, and been her excuse for having no party) Mrs Dearheart found she'd forgotten a tray of milk and cookies in the Adora's bedroom. Thinking of the stink of milk gone bad, and what a nasty thing that would be to wake up to, she tiptoed her way to her daughter's door, listened for their steady breathing, and quietly entered.
She felt cloth at her feet. Moonlight flowed over the bed, the sleeping forms of the girls, and the bedside table, where the tray lay. Mrs Dearheart lifted it with trembling hands and retreated.
She washed the cups downstairs in candlelight, fighting a fit of tears. All she'd wanted was a normal daughter. And grandchildren. She did not want this: her daughter tangled up with another girl, naked as the day she was born.
All she'd wanted a daughter she could adore.
Title: No Exception
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Adora Belle/OFC
Claim: Discworld
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
A/N: Omg no a songfic! It uses the song 'Class' from the musical Chicago.
No Exception
Those who knew Adora knew that she hardly ever laughed. She joked - if her invariably negative observations on human nature could be called jokes - but there was only one instance her lover of two years, Annabelle, ever heard her laugh.
It was down Short Street, and risky, since it approached street theatre: two women singing a question to the world,
Whatever happened to old values?
The women were dressed as seamstresses, and probably were; one was twirling a knife.
There are no gentlemen to open up the doors,
There ain't no ladies now, there's only pigs and whores...
Adora Belle laughed: a dark and bitter sound.
'Is that really what you think?' A question Annabelle had asked often before, with the same sinking feeling; the suspicion that she herself was no exception.
Adora didn't answer, giving her a long look and a smile instead, and offering Annabelle the butt of her cigarette.
They went back to the Dearheart house and locked the door. They were as quiet as they could be, what with Adora's brother right in the next room and her mother right downstairs. Even through her shuddering orgasm, Annabelle was sure it would be the last time.