drabbletag -- bad girls -- pat/natalie
Title: Revenge Is Always Sweet
Author: sparklebunny
Prompt: Your Punishment - (from greenovalfruit)
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Pat/Natalie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Spoilers: Minor Series 8.
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Pat.
You hated that bitch with a passion. The first time you met her and she challenged your authority on the wing, you had become instant rivals. Now, you'd reached the last straw. She made you swallow pills and left you for dead, her retribution for you fucking up peoples lives with the drugs you supplied. You saw the irony in this, and in your own secret way had an admiration for her plan. Still, Pat had to suffer for doing this to you. You had to punish her. Something that wouldn't just physically fuck her over, but fuck with her mind as well. Beating her wouldn't accomplish anything, and it wouldn't break her. No. Your punishment would have to be so diabolical that she would constantly berate herself.
You imagined forcing her into a confined space, holding her up against a wall, or better yet, straddling her on the cold hard floor, grabbing her hands tight with one of yours while you worked the other, roughly, under her shirt, squeezing her breasts, making her scream out. You'd ravish her with your mouth, telling her how you'd bet she'd never tasted cream like this before. You'd taunt her, tease her, make her wet, make her beg you to slide your fingers inside her. You'd make her want you, and she'd hate herself for letting it happen. When she'd see you, she'd remember. It would play on her mind, drive her insane.
Your punishment would be Pat punishing herself.
Sweet Victory.
Author: sparklebunny
Prompt: Your Punishment - (from greenovalfruit)
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Pat/Natalie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Spoilers: Minor Series 8.
**
Pat.
You hated that bitch with a passion. The first time you met her and she challenged your authority on the wing, you had become instant rivals. Now, you'd reached the last straw. She made you swallow pills and left you for dead, her retribution for you fucking up peoples lives with the drugs you supplied. You saw the irony in this, and in your own secret way had an admiration for her plan. Still, Pat had to suffer for doing this to you. You had to punish her. Something that wouldn't just physically fuck her over, but fuck with her mind as well. Beating her wouldn't accomplish anything, and it wouldn't break her. No. Your punishment would have to be so diabolical that she would constantly berate herself.
You imagined forcing her into a confined space, holding her up against a wall, or better yet, straddling her on the cold hard floor, grabbing her hands tight with one of yours while you worked the other, roughly, under her shirt, squeezing her breasts, making her scream out. You'd ravish her with your mouth, telling her how you'd bet she'd never tasted cream like this before. You'd taunt her, tease her, make her wet, make her beg you to slide your fingers inside her. You'd make her want you, and she'd hate herself for letting it happen. When she'd see you, she'd remember. It would play on her mind, drive her insane.
Your punishment would be Pat punishing herself.
Sweet Victory.