Ficlet: Not broken
For theladyscribe, holding up my end of our Christmas pact. Spoilers for Dawn Treader, but since you haven't even watched the second one yet, I figured what the hell. ;)
Not broken
Susan/Lucy, NC-17, 250 words
Susan woke to a tender touch. The backs of small fingers were tentatively tracing down her cheek, and as she spoke, across her lips.
"Lucy?"
"Shhh," her sister said. Her sister, whom as far as Susan knew, was still supposed to be safely ensconced in England.
"What are you doing here?" Susan asked, trying to sit up.
Lucy gently pressed her shoulders back onto the bed.
"Be still," she said, her tone that of a commanding queen, Susan her loyal subject.
"What?" Susan tried to ask, but her lips were caught, her breath stolen.
Her sister was kissing her, mouth working furiously, tongue slicking in deep. Susan kissed her back; she couldn't help it. Belatedly, she realized what she was doing and tried to push Lucy away.
"No," she said, "we can't."
Lucy growled deep in her throat, an echo of a fierce ruler of a faraway land. Her hand found its way underneath Susan's nightgown, her fingers rubbing over soft cotton grown wet and slick. Susan's hold tightened on her sister's shoulders.
She pulled her closer.
"So beautiful," Lucy's hot breath whispered into her ear.
"Lucy, please."
"Shhh," Lucy said again, fingers dipping in, under, through, over.
Susan's back arched with a scream, the first stroke of Lucy's fingertip over her clit enough to send her crashing over the edge.
The hand vanished from between her legs and gradually they stopped shaking; the lips trailed from her throat and slowly her stomach stopped quivering. Susan blinked her eyes open.
The room was empty.
"Lucy?"
Not broken
Susan/Lucy, NC-17, 250 words
Susan woke to a tender touch. The backs of small fingers were tentatively tracing down her cheek, and as she spoke, across her lips.
"Lucy?"
"Shhh," her sister said. Her sister, whom as far as Susan knew, was still supposed to be safely ensconced in England.
"What are you doing here?" Susan asked, trying to sit up.
Lucy gently pressed her shoulders back onto the bed.
"Be still," she said, her tone that of a commanding queen, Susan her loyal subject.
"What?" Susan tried to ask, but her lips were caught, her breath stolen.
Her sister was kissing her, mouth working furiously, tongue slicking in deep. Susan kissed her back; she couldn't help it. Belatedly, she realized what she was doing and tried to push Lucy away.
"No," she said, "we can't."
Lucy growled deep in her throat, an echo of a fierce ruler of a faraway land. Her hand found its way underneath Susan's nightgown, her fingers rubbing over soft cotton grown wet and slick. Susan's hold tightened on her sister's shoulders.
She pulled her closer.
"So beautiful," Lucy's hot breath whispered into her ear.
"Lucy, please."
"Shhh," Lucy said again, fingers dipping in, under, through, over.
Susan's back arched with a scream, the first stroke of Lucy's fingertip over her clit enough to send her crashing over the edge.
The hand vanished from between her legs and gradually they stopped shaking; the lips trailed from her throat and slowly her stomach stopped quivering. Susan blinked her eyes open.
The room was empty.
"Lucy?"