drabble (Leia/Mara)
This fic is rated: PG so far
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Leia Organa Solo/Mara Jade
Summary: Leia likes Mara's hair
Prompt: femslash100 #131: Red
Warnings: nothing ... yet
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, femslash100, skywalker_days
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
"I always wanted red hair."
As much as she trusts the woman, Mara has to steel herself not to flinch when Leia reaches out. Seeing this, or perhaps sensing it, Leia draws her hand back.
"It's all right," Mara says.
Leia curls a strand around her fingers. "Growing up, Winter and I used to play with each others' hair. Trying different hairstyles ... you know."
"No. I don't," Mara finds herself admitting. "I never had a friend. Or a sister."
Leia's hands become bolder, stroking, sending a shudder through Mara. And then she begans to massage her scalp.
Mara moans.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Leia Organa Solo/Mara Jade
Summary: Leia likes Mara's hair
Prompt: femslash100 #131: Red
Warnings: nothing ... yet
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, femslash100, skywalker_days
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
"I always wanted red hair."
As much as she trusts the woman, Mara has to steel herself not to flinch when Leia reaches out. Seeing this, or perhaps sensing it, Leia draws her hand back.
"It's all right," Mara says.
Leia curls a strand around her fingers. "Growing up, Winter and I used to play with each others' hair. Trying different hairstyles ... you know."
"No. I don't," Mara finds herself admitting. "I never had a friend. Or a sister."
Leia's hands become bolder, stroking, sending a shudder through Mara. And then she begans to massage her scalp.
Mara moans.