Fringeverse: Pattern Event V: Food
Title: Food
Fandom: Fringe
Pairing: Astrid/Olivia
Rating: R
Word Count: 257
Whip cream and strawberries.
That’s the most obvious, the cliche of lovemaking, the thing you buy when you want some but can’t quite seem to express it.
“The strawberries are fresh.”
I want you.
“Do you have any whip cream?”
I’m intrigued, curious, excited... nervous as fuck.
They both laugh as fingers slip under straps and clothing falls to the floor.
Ice.
Hard ice blocks cool off her burning body and as the drops of liquid shiver down her dark skin, her counterpart finds them with the tip of her tongue and drinks until her belly is full.
Her head hits the pillow and soft moans escape her mouth as hands travel up her body and grip her breasts.
Olivia collapses on top of her and fingers find treasure buried beneath layers of blankets and things get faster, faster, more intense until neither of them can hold on any longer and they both tense up in sheer ecstasy, crying out, and grasping at the white sheets that encase their naked bodies together.
Hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Not the tiny ones that come from the packet, but the big ones that get roasted over a campfire. She adds them to the mug and they fizz in the hot drink. She hands the mug to Astrid, who takes it, wrapping the comforter around her naked shoulders tightly.
“Thanks for the drink.”
“Thanks for inviting me over.”
Cheers to your good health.
Fandom: Fringe
Pairing: Astrid/Olivia
Rating: R
Word Count: 257
Whip cream and strawberries.
That’s the most obvious, the cliche of lovemaking, the thing you buy when you want some but can’t quite seem to express it.
“The strawberries are fresh.”
I want you.
“Do you have any whip cream?”
I’m intrigued, curious, excited... nervous as fuck.
They both laugh as fingers slip under straps and clothing falls to the floor.
Ice.
Hard ice blocks cool off her burning body and as the drops of liquid shiver down her dark skin, her counterpart finds them with the tip of her tongue and drinks until her belly is full.
Her head hits the pillow and soft moans escape her mouth as hands travel up her body and grip her breasts.
Olivia collapses on top of her and fingers find treasure buried beneath layers of blankets and things get faster, faster, more intense until neither of them can hold on any longer and they both tense up in sheer ecstasy, crying out, and grasping at the white sheets that encase their naked bodies together.
Hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Not the tiny ones that come from the packet, but the big ones that get roasted over a campfire. She adds them to the mug and they fizz in the hot drink. She hands the mug to Astrid, who takes it, wrapping the comforter around her naked shoulders tightly.
“Thanks for the drink.”
“Thanks for inviting me over.”
Cheers to your good health.