Fic: "Brats", NC-17, Z/Syd
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Title: Brats
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairings: Power Rangers SPD, Z/Syd, but implied SWAT.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. F/F slash, light bondage. NOT WORKSAFE.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: Z and Syd, having discovered what Bridge meant by "tricking out his bed", take full advantage of another special "afternoon training session" to play.
Notes: This is a bit of a sequel to Boys & Their Toys, but can be read independently of it. HAPPY BIRFDAY ryuutchi.
"You know, the boys seem to be having an awful lot of special training sessions this week. It seems kind of fishy," Z Delgado mused quietly.
"Hmm?" Sydney Drew asked lazily, not looking up at her. The two women had invaded the dorm room of their teammates Bridge and Sky for the third time that week; after discovering that Bridge had "tricked out his bed" with some light bondage equipment to allow him and the other boys to have some fun when they were off-duty, the girls decided they didn't want them to be the only ones to enjoy it. Z lay on her back on Bridge's bed, and Syd was curled against her side. Both were completely naked, comfortable as the afternoon sun warmed them.
"I mean, we're all a team, right? So why is it just them going to the sessions?" Z asked. Syd shrugged slightly, moving one hand up to cup one of Z's breasts and began gently massaging it.
"Does it really matter?" Syd wanted to know. "What exactly do you think they could do besides physical training, anyway? They're probably just learning new ways to ride or something." Z looked down at her strangely, and Syd blinked up at her innocently. "You know, ride. Their motorcycles."
"Oh, sure. Motorcycles," Z mumbled, then sighed happily as Syd's other hand worked her other breast. "I presume this means you're ready for the next round?" Her partner's response was to scoot up and close her mouth on a nipple, sucking and licking gently. "Oooh..."
"Babe? I'm kind of busy with you. Do me a favor and tie yourself up," Syd said, one hand moving down to tickle Z's side instead, and Z stared at her incredulously.
"What? No!" she exclaimed. "You can get up and do it yourself!"
"Pleeease?" Syd whined, and Z shivered, biting her lip to stop herself crying out when a finger ran along the outside of her pussy, other fingers tickling the inside of her thighs. "I'll make it worth your while. I don't want to have to get up and break the moment between us."
"You are such a fucking spoiled brat, Princess," Z grumped, and her eyes flashed as an exact copy of herself appeared next to the bed. "You have no idea how weird it is to do this."
"Nope, and I'm happiest not knowing," Syd said, happily trailing her tongue down Z's body, between her breasts, delicately circling each nipple, while the Z clone secured the restraints emerging from each corner of Bridge's bed around her real body's wrists and ankles before vanishing. All the while, Z was becoming more and more tense as Syd teased her, pulling against the cuffs locked around her.
"Fuck," she gasped out when Syd finally put two fingers inside her, probing and moving in and out.
"Yes, that's what we're doing," Syd mocked. Z growled in response. "Alright, I get the idea," Syd replied, then scooted her body down to lick and nibble at her clit. Z squirmed and writhed, pulling as hard as she could, struggling to rise up and meet Syd's tongue, but the restraints were tight enough that she couldn't move much- just as she liked it. "You may call me a spoiled brat, but at least I'm not as impatient as you," Syd told her. "Can't you ever just relax when we do this?"
"Don't forget.... GAH! Rrrgh... that I can untie myself if you keep me waiting much longer," Z gasped out, but words fully failed her when Syd brought her fingers into play to help with the tongue stimulation. Finally, Syd could see and feel Z's whole body tense up, then go limp all at once when she orgasmed. Z lay there, panting, enjoying the feeling of release while Syd returned to her former position curled against her side to rest. "Before you ask, no, I'm not going to untie myself," Z finally grunted, and Syd looked up at her and stuck her tongue out before getting up to release her partner.
"Come on now, I'm not that much of a brat," said Syd, giving Z that pretty little pout that could melt just about any heart except Z's own. "Let's get going, I'm sure the boys are almost done riding by now."
"In more ways than one," Z agreed. The two got dressed and left the room, careful to leave everything exactly how they'd found it, and with practiced ease acted innocent and bored when the guys walked back in. As usual, Jack was completely clueless as to their doings, and as usual, Bridge seemed to know what had gone on even without using his powers and dragging a just-as-clueless-as-Jack Sky out of the room to "play guitar".
All in a day's work.
Title: Brats
Author: Mary (shurimon and shurifanstuffs on Livejournal)
Fandom & Pairings: Power Rangers SPD, Z/Syd, but implied SWAT.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Indications: Unbeta'd. F/F slash, light bondage. NOT WORKSAFE.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no claim to. All characters involved are over age 18.
Summary: Z and Syd, having discovered what Bridge meant by "tricking out his bed", take full advantage of another special "afternoon training session" to play.
Notes: This is a bit of a sequel to Boys & Their Toys, but can be read independently of it. HAPPY BIRFDAY ryuutchi.
"You know, the boys seem to be having an awful lot of special training sessions this week. It seems kind of fishy," Z Delgado mused quietly.
"Hmm?" Sydney Drew asked lazily, not looking up at her. The two women had invaded the dorm room of their teammates Bridge and Sky for the third time that week; after discovering that Bridge had "tricked out his bed" with some light bondage equipment to allow him and the other boys to have some fun when they were off-duty, the girls decided they didn't want them to be the only ones to enjoy it. Z lay on her back on Bridge's bed, and Syd was curled against her side. Both were completely naked, comfortable as the afternoon sun warmed them.
"I mean, we're all a team, right? So why is it just them going to the sessions?" Z asked. Syd shrugged slightly, moving one hand up to cup one of Z's breasts and began gently massaging it.
"Does it really matter?" Syd wanted to know. "What exactly do you think they could do besides physical training, anyway? They're probably just learning new ways to ride or something." Z looked down at her strangely, and Syd blinked up at her innocently. "You know, ride. Their motorcycles."
"Oh, sure. Motorcycles," Z mumbled, then sighed happily as Syd's other hand worked her other breast. "I presume this means you're ready for the next round?" Her partner's response was to scoot up and close her mouth on a nipple, sucking and licking gently. "Oooh..."
"Babe? I'm kind of busy with you. Do me a favor and tie yourself up," Syd said, one hand moving down to tickle Z's side instead, and Z stared at her incredulously.
"What? No!" she exclaimed. "You can get up and do it yourself!"
"Pleeease?" Syd whined, and Z shivered, biting her lip to stop herself crying out when a finger ran along the outside of her pussy, other fingers tickling the inside of her thighs. "I'll make it worth your while. I don't want to have to get up and break the moment between us."
"You are such a fucking spoiled brat, Princess," Z grumped, and her eyes flashed as an exact copy of herself appeared next to the bed. "You have no idea how weird it is to do this."
"Nope, and I'm happiest not knowing," Syd said, happily trailing her tongue down Z's body, between her breasts, delicately circling each nipple, while the Z clone secured the restraints emerging from each corner of Bridge's bed around her real body's wrists and ankles before vanishing. All the while, Z was becoming more and more tense as Syd teased her, pulling against the cuffs locked around her.
"Fuck," she gasped out when Syd finally put two fingers inside her, probing and moving in and out.
"Yes, that's what we're doing," Syd mocked. Z growled in response. "Alright, I get the idea," Syd replied, then scooted her body down to lick and nibble at her clit. Z squirmed and writhed, pulling as hard as she could, struggling to rise up and meet Syd's tongue, but the restraints were tight enough that she couldn't move much- just as she liked it. "You may call me a spoiled brat, but at least I'm not as impatient as you," Syd told her. "Can't you ever just relax when we do this?"
"Don't forget.... GAH! Rrrgh... that I can untie myself if you keep me waiting much longer," Z gasped out, but words fully failed her when Syd brought her fingers into play to help with the tongue stimulation. Finally, Syd could see and feel Z's whole body tense up, then go limp all at once when she orgasmed. Z lay there, panting, enjoying the feeling of release while Syd returned to her former position curled against her side to rest. "Before you ask, no, I'm not going to untie myself," Z finally grunted, and Syd looked up at her and stuck her tongue out before getting up to release her partner.
"Come on now, I'm not that much of a brat," said Syd, giving Z that pretty little pout that could melt just about any heart except Z's own. "Let's get going, I'm sure the boys are almost done riding by now."
"In more ways than one," Z agreed. The two got dressed and left the room, careful to leave everything exactly how they'd found it, and with practiced ease acted innocent and bored when the guys walked back in. As usual, Jack was completely clueless as to their doings, and as usual, Bridge seemed to know what had gone on even without using his powers and dragging a just-as-clueless-as-Jack Sky out of the room to "play guitar".
All in a day's work.