LadiesBingo Fills
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nathair_nimheThe last two fills I need for the bingo. (I'll post them on AO3 as soon as I have the time.)
The joy you hold
Rating: Mature
Words: 560
Pairing: Míriel/OFC
Summary: Míriel and Yúlië slip away from a feast to have some fun of their own. (Set in 'The Shores of Life Verse); Fill for the Everyone thinks we're doing it square.
Míriel landed on the soft, slightly damp grass in a whoosh of silk.
“Hurry up!” she giggled, pulling Yúlië down in front of herself. “It won't take them too long to notice we're gone.”
“Long? They probably noticed already, and have a pretty sound idea of what we're doing, too.” Yúlië pushed Míriel back and crouched over her, latching onto her neck.
Míriel moaned, her desire mounting with the tender, teasing assault of Yúlië's lips and teeth on her skin. Yet she couldn't block out the merry sounds coming from beyond the rosehip bushes and the trees at her back. The whole village was gathered in a feast, seven days before they were set to leave the lake-shore to move closer to the mountains.
“Do you want Fëanáro to come looking for us?”
Yúlië kept nipping and sucking, moving up and down and across her neck, seemingly oblivious to her words.
“Yúlië!”
Yúlië bit down hard on the side of Míriel's neck and sucked forcefully, starting a bruise that would show even on Míriel's darker skin, then reluctantly pulled her mouth away. Ever since they had started having sex again, she wanted to worship every single part of Míriel's body and give her all the pleasure and all the joy in the world. She spent whole nights just suckling her nipples and leisurely giving her orgasm after orgasm, each twice as intense than the former.
“If Fëanáro comes looking for us he'll see we're enjoying ourselves.”
“But still, it would be improper for him to catch his mothers in the act.”
“And yet more instructive than listening to you get into arguments with anybody over the most insignificant things.”
Míriel grinned, then smirked as Yúlië pushed her skirts up, baring her legs. Míriel opened them wider and leant back, tilting her crotch up. Her lacy brief barely covered her quim, and a patch of dampness in the middle of the fabric bore tangible witness to what had been going through her mind during the evening. Grinning herself, Yúlië crouched low on the grassy slope and buried her face between Míriel's legs. Her nose brushed against Míriel's crotch and she inhaled the sweet tang of her juices, then placed a kiss on the stain, a tantalising caress that had Míriel scoff.
“Get on with it!”
Yúlië huffed, keeping her mouth close to Míriel's quim so that her breath tickled it. “If you keep talking that loud they'll hear us even over the music and singing.”
“Maybe I wouldn't talk if you did what you are supposed to do!” Míriel bit her lower lip, and added, “...please.”
Shaking her head, Yúlië pulled her brief to the side, trying to be careful, but she was not careful enough and the delicate fabric ripped around her fingers.
“It's no matter, I can crochet another anytime,” Míriel said, reaching down with one hand and yanking the ruined garment away from her slit, further ripping it.
Yúlië brought her lips down along Míriel's quim, then up again from the base of it up to her clit, the large nub still nestled in its smooth, dark sheath, slipping her tongue between Míriel's thick folds. Míriel's juices poured on it and she paused just long enough to savour them and swallow them. Then she kissed Míriel's clit, gave her one last ardent, adoring look and began pleasuring her in earnest.
Flower Crown
Rating: Gen
Words: 613
Pairing: Hinoe/Natsume Reiko
Summary: One day in spring, Hinoe manages to do something quite out of the ordinary.
“What are you doing now?” Reiko asks when she realises that Hinoe isn't just combing her hair any longer, but doesn't turn. She trusts Hinoe, she knows Hinoe won't pull any tricks on her.
“Arranging your hair in a fashion that suits your face better than how you normally wear it.”
Reiko cackles softly, amused by Hinoe's disdainful tone. It is to be expected from a youkai who cares as much about her appearance as Hinoe does. “How long do you think any elaborate hairdo is going to last on my head?”
Despite her protest, she doesn't move away. Her hair is too short for Hinoe to do much more than braid it, but she doesn't mind the attention. She enjoys Hinoe's company, the heartfelt attraction Hinoe feels for her, so different from the fear or mistrust other youkai and humans alike normally direct at her, and enjoys sitting on the grass next to the lake where Hinoe and she first met, doing nothing, worrying about nothing.
She closes her eyes, and focuses on the sensation of Hinoe's hands tickling her scalp and twisting her hair, then tying each braid with small length of ribbon. Once all of her hair has been braided, Hinoe arranges the braids on the top of her head and fixes them in place with a hairpin. Reiko wonders if it's the same hairpin she recovered for Hinoe, tries to imagine herself wearing it.
“Done?”
“No...wait for just a while longer.”
Reiko is a little puzzled, and tries to glance back at Hinoe this time.
“Don't look yet,” Hinoe warns sternly.
Reiko lifts one eyebrow, but does as told. She stretches her legs out on the grass, leans back and props herself on her elbows. The lakeside is gorgeous, with the sakura trees in full bloom and no people to trample on the grass for their picnics and mar the tranquillity of the place.
She startles a little when she feels something being laid on her head – very gently, but suddenly nonetheless.
She lifts one hand and her fingers meet the silky smoothness of a flower petal. She turns towards Hinoe. “A flower crown?”
“Yes. You look...beautiful,” Hinoe says, closing her lips awkwardly, as if she would have liked to say many many more things. “Look at yourself in the lake.”
Reiko walks to the lake, crouches down next to the water and looks at a picture of herself she has never seen before. She could almost fancy herself a princess in some fairy tale from the West. “I guess I do look pretty,” she mumbles, and turns her head left and right – it is indeed Hinoe's hairpin that sticks out from her hair – but as she does, the crown slips from her head and falls into the lake, the poppies in it falling apart as soon as they hit the water. Without knowing why exactly, she begins to laugh, a merry carefree laugh that doesn't sound like her own at all, but touches something deep inside her. It takes her a while to stop, to catch her breath.
“Sorry about the crown,” she says, but when she looks up at Hinoe, Hinoe seems entirely transfixed, staring down at her like she's the one most beautiful thing in the world. She stands up, and Hinoe immediately gathers her in an embrace and presses her lips on her own.
“If I had know it took a mere flower crown falling into a lake to make you laugh like that, I would have made you a thousand already,” Hinoe whispers against her lips.
Reiko smiles, still feeling that carefree happiness bubbling up inside her. “I wouldn't mind having another.”
The joy you hold
Rating: Mature
Words: 560
Pairing: Míriel/OFC
Summary: Míriel and Yúlië slip away from a feast to have some fun of their own. (Set in 'The Shores of Life Verse); Fill for the Everyone thinks we're doing it square.
Míriel landed on the soft, slightly damp grass in a whoosh of silk.
“Hurry up!” she giggled, pulling Yúlië down in front of herself. “It won't take them too long to notice we're gone.”
“Long? They probably noticed already, and have a pretty sound idea of what we're doing, too.” Yúlië pushed Míriel back and crouched over her, latching onto her neck.
Míriel moaned, her desire mounting with the tender, teasing assault of Yúlië's lips and teeth on her skin. Yet she couldn't block out the merry sounds coming from beyond the rosehip bushes and the trees at her back. The whole village was gathered in a feast, seven days before they were set to leave the lake-shore to move closer to the mountains.
“Do you want Fëanáro to come looking for us?”
Yúlië kept nipping and sucking, moving up and down and across her neck, seemingly oblivious to her words.
“Yúlië!”
Yúlië bit down hard on the side of Míriel's neck and sucked forcefully, starting a bruise that would show even on Míriel's darker skin, then reluctantly pulled her mouth away. Ever since they had started having sex again, she wanted to worship every single part of Míriel's body and give her all the pleasure and all the joy in the world. She spent whole nights just suckling her nipples and leisurely giving her orgasm after orgasm, each twice as intense than the former.
“If Fëanáro comes looking for us he'll see we're enjoying ourselves.”
“But still, it would be improper for him to catch his mothers in the act.”
“And yet more instructive than listening to you get into arguments with anybody over the most insignificant things.”
Míriel grinned, then smirked as Yúlië pushed her skirts up, baring her legs. Míriel opened them wider and leant back, tilting her crotch up. Her lacy brief barely covered her quim, and a patch of dampness in the middle of the fabric bore tangible witness to what had been going through her mind during the evening. Grinning herself, Yúlië crouched low on the grassy slope and buried her face between Míriel's legs. Her nose brushed against Míriel's crotch and she inhaled the sweet tang of her juices, then placed a kiss on the stain, a tantalising caress that had Míriel scoff.
“Get on with it!”
Yúlië huffed, keeping her mouth close to Míriel's quim so that her breath tickled it. “If you keep talking that loud they'll hear us even over the music and singing.”
“Maybe I wouldn't talk if you did what you are supposed to do!” Míriel bit her lower lip, and added, “...please.”
Shaking her head, Yúlië pulled her brief to the side, trying to be careful, but she was not careful enough and the delicate fabric ripped around her fingers.
“It's no matter, I can crochet another anytime,” Míriel said, reaching down with one hand and yanking the ruined garment away from her slit, further ripping it.
Yúlië brought her lips down along Míriel's quim, then up again from the base of it up to her clit, the large nub still nestled in its smooth, dark sheath, slipping her tongue between Míriel's thick folds. Míriel's juices poured on it and she paused just long enough to savour them and swallow them. Then she kissed Míriel's clit, gave her one last ardent, adoring look and began pleasuring her in earnest.
Flower Crown
Rating: Gen
Words: 613
Pairing: Hinoe/Natsume Reiko
Summary: One day in spring, Hinoe manages to do something quite out of the ordinary.
“What are you doing now?” Reiko asks when she realises that Hinoe isn't just combing her hair any longer, but doesn't turn. She trusts Hinoe, she knows Hinoe won't pull any tricks on her.
“Arranging your hair in a fashion that suits your face better than how you normally wear it.”
Reiko cackles softly, amused by Hinoe's disdainful tone. It is to be expected from a youkai who cares as much about her appearance as Hinoe does. “How long do you think any elaborate hairdo is going to last on my head?”
Despite her protest, she doesn't move away. Her hair is too short for Hinoe to do much more than braid it, but she doesn't mind the attention. She enjoys Hinoe's company, the heartfelt attraction Hinoe feels for her, so different from the fear or mistrust other youkai and humans alike normally direct at her, and enjoys sitting on the grass next to the lake where Hinoe and she first met, doing nothing, worrying about nothing.
She closes her eyes, and focuses on the sensation of Hinoe's hands tickling her scalp and twisting her hair, then tying each braid with small length of ribbon. Once all of her hair has been braided, Hinoe arranges the braids on the top of her head and fixes them in place with a hairpin. Reiko wonders if it's the same hairpin she recovered for Hinoe, tries to imagine herself wearing it.
“Done?”
“No...wait for just a while longer.”
Reiko is a little puzzled, and tries to glance back at Hinoe this time.
“Don't look yet,” Hinoe warns sternly.
Reiko lifts one eyebrow, but does as told. She stretches her legs out on the grass, leans back and props herself on her elbows. The lakeside is gorgeous, with the sakura trees in full bloom and no people to trample on the grass for their picnics and mar the tranquillity of the place.
She startles a little when she feels something being laid on her head – very gently, but suddenly nonetheless.
She lifts one hand and her fingers meet the silky smoothness of a flower petal. She turns towards Hinoe. “A flower crown?”
“Yes. You look...beautiful,” Hinoe says, closing her lips awkwardly, as if she would have liked to say many many more things. “Look at yourself in the lake.”
Reiko walks to the lake, crouches down next to the water and looks at a picture of herself she has never seen before. She could almost fancy herself a princess in some fairy tale from the West. “I guess I do look pretty,” she mumbles, and turns her head left and right – it is indeed Hinoe's hairpin that sticks out from her hair – but as she does, the crown slips from her head and falls into the lake, the poppies in it falling apart as soon as they hit the water. Without knowing why exactly, she begins to laugh, a merry carefree laugh that doesn't sound like her own at all, but touches something deep inside her. It takes her a while to stop, to catch her breath.
“Sorry about the crown,” she says, but when she looks up at Hinoe, Hinoe seems entirely transfixed, staring down at her like she's the one most beautiful thing in the world. She stands up, and Hinoe immediately gathers her in an embrace and presses her lips on her own.
“If I had know it took a mere flower crown falling into a lake to make you laugh like that, I would have made you a thousand already,” Hinoe whispers against her lips.
Reiko smiles, still feeling that carefree happiness bubbling up inside her. “I wouldn't mind having another.”
