Proven Wrong | R | Desperate Housewives
Title: Proven Wrong
Fandom: Katherine/Robin, Desperate Housewives
Rating: R
Word Count: 550
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Just another little something that came to me. I love these two. This is set during their first sexual encounter. Let me know what you think!
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It was in Katherine Mayfair’s nature to judge based on first appearance, but this was a habit she was determined to break. Though it had been ingrained in her since childhood to look down upon others who were less privileged than she, Katherine felt she no longer had the right to judge. Her time in the hospital taught her a valuable lesson: treat others as you would have them treat you. She could not expect others to look at her with a respectful gaze if she did not do the same in return.
When she met Robin Gallagher, it had been out of inherent habit to judge her based on purely physical qualities. Her breasts were obviously fake and her voice, her sickeningly sugary sweet voice, was childlike in a way that did not match the rest of her. She thought Robin must be full of herself, must be airheaded, and must be of questionable morals.
It took Katherine all of fifty-four seconds to dispel these judgments; if she saw Robin as the typical stripper-next-door, surely Robin would see her as the sad and lonely housewife gone desperately mad. She knew she was recovering. She knew she was more than that. It didn’t take long to figure out that Robin was more than what everyone pegged her as too.
Katherine was also becoming a firm believer that judgments were usually wrong anyway. Robin’s mouth, for instance, was much more wicked that she’d have ever imagined. Though breathy, baby doll words rolled off her tongue in conversation, that same tongue stroked her with surprisingly controlled, skilled movements.
Katherine did not have much positive experience with oral sex. Wayne had certainly never used his mouth on her like that. Adam had a hunger for it, but his eagerness left Katherine feeling dirty, sloppy, and uncomfortable. And as for Mike-she hated the feel of stubble against her thighs.
Robin was neither sloppy nor gruffly hairy. She was attentive and smooth, making love to Katherine in a way that made her feel loved and appreciated and worthy of physical pleasure. She hadn’t expected that. At first glance, Katherine had assumed that Robin would be the type of lover who reveled in receiving pleasure, not giving it. As Katherine came to understand, Robin was just as satisfied, if not more, at giving pleasure.
Katherine liked this new discovery that not everything was as it seemed. She liked peeling away the false, socially-constructed layers to find out what lay beneath. It was like a gift, always ready to be unwrapped.
Katherine really, really liked unwrapping gifts.
After Katherine climaxed for the first time under the work of Robin’s mouth, Robin rested her chin on Katherine’s belly and grinned up at her. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as the screaming type,” she said in her breathy voice. Her smile held no trace of smugness or expectation; she was simply happy to have pleased Katherine so thoroughly.
“Good,” Katherine replied with a grin of her own. She knew that she was not the type of woman that was assumed to have a voracious sexual appetite. Even her former partners had been pleasantly surprised to make that discovery. She had no idea if Robin had come to make the same judgment, but she couldn’t wait to prove her wrong.
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Fandom: Katherine/Robin, Desperate Housewives
Rating: R
Word Count: 550
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: Just another little something that came to me. I love these two. This is set during their first sexual encounter. Let me know what you think!
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It was in Katherine Mayfair’s nature to judge based on first appearance, but this was a habit she was determined to break. Though it had been ingrained in her since childhood to look down upon others who were less privileged than she, Katherine felt she no longer had the right to judge. Her time in the hospital taught her a valuable lesson: treat others as you would have them treat you. She could not expect others to look at her with a respectful gaze if she did not do the same in return.
When she met Robin Gallagher, it had been out of inherent habit to judge her based on purely physical qualities. Her breasts were obviously fake and her voice, her sickeningly sugary sweet voice, was childlike in a way that did not match the rest of her. She thought Robin must be full of herself, must be airheaded, and must be of questionable morals.
It took Katherine all of fifty-four seconds to dispel these judgments; if she saw Robin as the typical stripper-next-door, surely Robin would see her as the sad and lonely housewife gone desperately mad. She knew she was recovering. She knew she was more than that. It didn’t take long to figure out that Robin was more than what everyone pegged her as too.
Katherine was also becoming a firm believer that judgments were usually wrong anyway. Robin’s mouth, for instance, was much more wicked that she’d have ever imagined. Though breathy, baby doll words rolled off her tongue in conversation, that same tongue stroked her with surprisingly controlled, skilled movements.
Katherine did not have much positive experience with oral sex. Wayne had certainly never used his mouth on her like that. Adam had a hunger for it, but his eagerness left Katherine feeling dirty, sloppy, and uncomfortable. And as for Mike-she hated the feel of stubble against her thighs.
Robin was neither sloppy nor gruffly hairy. She was attentive and smooth, making love to Katherine in a way that made her feel loved and appreciated and worthy of physical pleasure. She hadn’t expected that. At first glance, Katherine had assumed that Robin would be the type of lover who reveled in receiving pleasure, not giving it. As Katherine came to understand, Robin was just as satisfied, if not more, at giving pleasure.
Katherine liked this new discovery that not everything was as it seemed. She liked peeling away the false, socially-constructed layers to find out what lay beneath. It was like a gift, always ready to be unwrapped.
Katherine really, really liked unwrapping gifts.
After Katherine climaxed for the first time under the work of Robin’s mouth, Robin rested her chin on Katherine’s belly and grinned up at her. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as the screaming type,” she said in her breathy voice. Her smile held no trace of smugness or expectation; she was simply happy to have pleased Katherine so thoroughly.
“Good,” Katherine replied with a grin of her own. She knew that she was not the type of woman that was assumed to have a voracious sexual appetite. Even her former partners had been pleasantly surprised to make that discovery. She had no idea if Robin had come to make the same judgment, but she couldn’t wait to prove her wrong.
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