Damn Breeches (Anamaria/Elizabeth)
This fic is rated: R
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Anamaria/Elizabeth
Summary: pwp
For femslash_today's porn battle, prompt: Pirates of the Caribbean, Elizabeth/Anamaria, damn breeches
Warnings: sexins!
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: there needs to be more A/E, for reals!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc100, potc_treasures, potc_elizabeth, eswann, pirate_smut
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Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"Not used to these," Elizabeth whispered, as she struggled to get out of her army-issue breeches without hitting her head on the low ceiling above the bunk. "I never thought I'd miss a skirt."
Anamaria laughed, deep in her throat. "As many skirts as you have to wear, a woman could get lost."
"But at least you could pull them up," Elizabeth said. "And nobody would notice, in the morning, if I wasn't wearing any undergarments."
Anamaria grinned, and took hold of the breeches' waistband, then pulled swiftly down. "Problem solved," she said, before burying her face between Elizabeth's thighs.
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Anamaria/Elizabeth
Summary: pwp
For femslash_today's porn battle, prompt: Pirates of the Caribbean, Elizabeth/Anamaria, damn breeches
Warnings: sexins!
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: there needs to be more A/E, for reals!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc100, potc_treasures, potc_elizabeth, eswann, pirate_smut
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"Not used to these," Elizabeth whispered, as she struggled to get out of her army-issue breeches without hitting her head on the low ceiling above the bunk. "I never thought I'd miss a skirt."
Anamaria laughed, deep in her throat. "As many skirts as you have to wear, a woman could get lost."
"But at least you could pull them up," Elizabeth said. "And nobody would notice, in the morning, if I wasn't wearing any undergarments."
Anamaria grinned, and took hold of the breeches' waistband, then pulled swiftly down. "Problem solved," she said, before burying her face between Elizabeth's thighs.