Ficlet: Dress Rehearsal (NCIS, Abby)
Title: Dress Rehearsal
Fandom: NCIS
Character: Abby
Rating: R-ish
Spoilers: None
Summary: Abby tries out her new purchase. 390 words. Written for mmom.
A biodegradable peanut squeaks under the sole of her boot as Abby twists to adjust the last buckle. The floor is a mess: ad flyers and the spring catalog fanned out near the door, peanut scriggles spilling out of the cardboard box she practically destroyed in her haste to open it. But she can worry about the mess later. Right now, she's more interested in her new look.
Her cheval glass is old, the silvering black and bubbled at the edges, but the center of the mirror reflects perfectly. She's got her hair down, but it doesn't look quite right, so after a moment's thought, she returns to her dressing table for a silver pin and twists it up into a bun in one quick move. Her ankle wobbles when she turns back towards the mirror; this pair of boots has a bit less support, a little more heel than she's used to. She'll have to remember that when she gets down to business. It just wouldn't do to be forced to stop in the middle because of a badly sprained ankle.
She nods at her reflection. The messy bun works perfectly, accenting the thick silver torque at her neck. Her breasts are perfectly perched on her cupless black leather corset. And the black straps of her brand new acquisition sit perfectly across the flare of her hips. Abby runs her right hand down her side, over leather and skin and leather again, and then glides it forward, across the purple velvet front panel. The cock that protrudes is a metallic lilac, thick and curved. It's not particularly realistic-looking, but she likes the color--and she really likes what it does.
Abby strokes her palm over the head of the dildo. Skin doesn't slide well over silicon, not without lube, but right now, she just wants to see how it looks. And it looks very, very good. She closes her eyes and imagines another hand fondling the head, stroking down the length towards her groin. Imagines that mouth, lips stretched wide, taking the dildo deep.
She turns on the bullet vibe that's nestled right over her clit. Thumbs it to high. She opens her eyes again, turns so she's in three-quarters profile, and loops her thumb and forefinger around the base of the dildo.
Then she starts practicing her thrusts.
Fandom: NCIS
Character: Abby
Rating: R-ish
Spoilers: None
Summary: Abby tries out her new purchase. 390 words. Written for mmom.
A biodegradable peanut squeaks under the sole of her boot as Abby twists to adjust the last buckle. The floor is a mess: ad flyers and the spring catalog fanned out near the door, peanut scriggles spilling out of the cardboard box she practically destroyed in her haste to open it. But she can worry about the mess later. Right now, she's more interested in her new look.
Her cheval glass is old, the silvering black and bubbled at the edges, but the center of the mirror reflects perfectly. She's got her hair down, but it doesn't look quite right, so after a moment's thought, she returns to her dressing table for a silver pin and twists it up into a bun in one quick move. Her ankle wobbles when she turns back towards the mirror; this pair of boots has a bit less support, a little more heel than she's used to. She'll have to remember that when she gets down to business. It just wouldn't do to be forced to stop in the middle because of a badly sprained ankle.
She nods at her reflection. The messy bun works perfectly, accenting the thick silver torque at her neck. Her breasts are perfectly perched on her cupless black leather corset. And the black straps of her brand new acquisition sit perfectly across the flare of her hips. Abby runs her right hand down her side, over leather and skin and leather again, and then glides it forward, across the purple velvet front panel. The cock that protrudes is a metallic lilac, thick and curved. It's not particularly realistic-looking, but she likes the color--and she really likes what it does.
Abby strokes her palm over the head of the dildo. Skin doesn't slide well over silicon, not without lube, but right now, she just wants to see how it looks. And it looks very, very good. She closes her eyes and imagines another hand fondling the head, stroking down the length towards her groin. Imagines that mouth, lips stretched wide, taking the dildo deep.
She turns on the bullet vibe that's nestled right over her clit. Thumbs it to high. She opens her eyes again, turns so she's in three-quarters profile, and loops her thumb and forefinger around the base of the dildo.
Then she starts practicing her thrusts.