Title: Not Listening
Author: Coco |
madampresident |
grrriliketigers on AO3
Fandom: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy
Prompt: drawl | Requested by
katleeptWord Count: 100
Summary: Dorothy is a bit distracted
“We’re switching over the exhibit on Friday and it’s always so stressful around the museum.” Blanche looked over at Dorothy in the other lounge chair and furrowed her brow. “Dorothy… are you listening to me?”
“Hm?” Dorothy looked up at her. “No. Not really… not the actual words.”
“Dorothy!” Blanche scoffed.
“Because I just keep hearing that drawl… and it makes me think of your mouth… and that makes me think of last night… and then I just stop hearing the words.” Dorothy admitted.
Blanche grinned lasciviously. She took Dorothy’s hand and brought it up to her lips. “And tonight?”
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Title: Gold Medalist
Author: Coco |
madampresident |
grrriliketigers on AO3
Fandom: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy
Prompt: pillow talk | Requested by
katleeptWord Count: 100
Summary:
“G’morning, beautiful.” Blanche purred as Dorothy stretched.
Dorothy smiled bashfully, turning over and pushing back against Blanche’s body. “Don’t look at me, I don’t have my face on.”
Blanche pressed soft kisses to Dorothy’s temple, neck and shoulder. “Your face is beautiful.” Blanche’s hand slid down Dorothy’s frame. Dorothy let out a shaky breath. “Your body is beautiful… and we have enough time…”
Dorothy grinned. “No, we don’t… maybe if we skip breakfast…”
“Well, I plan to be eating…” Blanche reached past Dorothy to the nightstand, grabbing chocolate flavored lube.
“Breakfast of champions?”
“Darlin’, I’m a gold medalist.” Blanche grinned.
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Title: Tea Party
Author: Coco |
madampresident |
grrriliketigers on AO3
Fandom: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy
Prompt: Lingerie | Requested by
katleeptWord Count: 100
Summary: Well, Dorothy, there could be two explanations…
“Get the black one.” Rose said.
Dorothy jumped, holding the white lacy teddy protectively to her chest. “What?”
“The black one.” Rose picked it up from the rack. “Blanche always says she likes her lovers to wear black.”
“Wh-bu-um…” Dorothy gaped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Give me a little credit, Dorothy.” Rose put her hands on her hips. “I’m a light sleeper and Blanche is a screamer. You made quite a racket last night!”
“Well, Blanche was-“ Dorothy stopped. “You were having a tea party with your stuffed animals again, weren’t you?”
“That… that’s not the point…”