Delicate | NC17 | Death Becomes Her
Title: Delicate
Prompt: "We have to take care of each other. I'll paint your ass, you paint mine."
Fandom: Madeline/Helen, Death Becomes Her
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 279
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I (not so) secretly ship Madeline/Helen and this idea came to me when I was watching DBH at work on my iPhone (shh…don't tell). I couldn't resist playing with them…I hope you like it. Let me know what you think!
-
"Will you stop using your teeth?" Madeline snaps, propping herself on her elbows and glaring at the redhead between her legs.
Helen licks some of the moisture from her lower lip. "You used to like when I did that."
"That was before fingers started breaking off."
Helen grins wickedly. "Do you think I'm going to break your vagina, Mad?"
Madeline is silent and purses her lips. "You better not or I'll break yours."
"Assuming I even let you between my legs." Helen smirks. "Besides, you'd probably end up breaking one of your fingers in the attempt."
Madeline snorts. "Ha! Fine. Take care of yourself for a change." She stares disinterestedly at her nails but does not close her legs.
Helen frowns and contemplates her alternatives: a broken clitoris versus an eternity of masturbation. For all of Madeline's bitching and whining, she's pretty good at using her tongue when it counts. "Fine. I'll be careful."
"That's what I thought." Madeline lies back against the bed. She wiggles her hips and widens her thighs. "Well?"
"Aren't we bossy?" Helen says, and then she resumes licking and teasing Madeline's clit. She's careful not to use her teeth. She won't actually admit that Madeline has a point in reminding her about how delicate their bodies are. They're not holding up as well as they used to.
They depend on each other for everything these days, and Helen isn't going to blow it by getting over-zealous. She's even begun to enjoy what she can do for Madeline…
They've got an eternity to spend together, and as Madeline arches her back and screams through her orgasm, Helen decides that she'd much rather spend it pleasurably.
---
Prompt: "We have to take care of each other. I'll paint your ass, you paint mine."
Fandom: Madeline/Helen, Death Becomes Her
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 279
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I (not so) secretly ship Madeline/Helen and this idea came to me when I was watching DBH at work on my iPhone (shh…don't tell). I couldn't resist playing with them…I hope you like it. Let me know what you think!
-
"Will you stop using your teeth?" Madeline snaps, propping herself on her elbows and glaring at the redhead between her legs.
Helen licks some of the moisture from her lower lip. "You used to like when I did that."
"That was before fingers started breaking off."
Helen grins wickedly. "Do you think I'm going to break your vagina, Mad?"
Madeline is silent and purses her lips. "You better not or I'll break yours."
"Assuming I even let you between my legs." Helen smirks. "Besides, you'd probably end up breaking one of your fingers in the attempt."
Madeline snorts. "Ha! Fine. Take care of yourself for a change." She stares disinterestedly at her nails but does not close her legs.
Helen frowns and contemplates her alternatives: a broken clitoris versus an eternity of masturbation. For all of Madeline's bitching and whining, she's pretty good at using her tongue when it counts. "Fine. I'll be careful."
"That's what I thought." Madeline lies back against the bed. She wiggles her hips and widens her thighs. "Well?"
"Aren't we bossy?" Helen says, and then she resumes licking and teasing Madeline's clit. She's careful not to use her teeth. She won't actually admit that Madeline has a point in reminding her about how delicate their bodies are. They're not holding up as well as they used to.
They depend on each other for everything these days, and Helen isn't going to blow it by getting over-zealous. She's even begun to enjoy what she can do for Madeline…
They've got an eternity to spend together, and as Madeline arches her back and screams through her orgasm, Helen decides that she'd much rather spend it pleasurably.
---