Post by Kit on Mar 4, 2010 16:38:59 GMT 10
Title: King's Champion (3) Reflections
Rating: PG-13
Length: 520
Round: 2/D
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: Alanna is taken back to her youth; Kel does not like bullies.
The kiss was hard, knocking the breath out of both of them, Alanna’s body solid and sudden against hers, Keladry’s knees giving as she was backed up against the bed. “Alanna?”
“Thank you— ” another kiss. “For not—throwing me—” Kel groaned, hold shifting and shivering as Alanna left kisses along her jaw and, slowly, down her throat. “—Against the wall.”
“Always a risk,” said Kel, her hand sliding back to cup the base of the smaller woman’s skull, “if you’re going to jump me.”
A small, barrel-shaped dog barked his agreement. The two humans groaned.
“Shoo,” said the Lioness.
Kel sighed. “Do as she says, please.”
With a sigh and heavy, lumbering tread, the dog obeyed.
“In my day,” Alanna muttered, shifting forward, her knee pressed between Kel’s, “I dealt with passing as a boy, and, oh, thieves and Goddesses and trying and mysterious Bazhir un-legends and arrogant princes and—”
“My Lady.” The courtesy had enough truth for it never to fit awkwardly in her mouth, and she shuddered as the Lioness used her whole body to lace more pressure along her own.
“Un-legends?”
“Well,” Alanna didn’t waste movement on shrugging, keeping it in her voice as she ran one hand down to cup Kel’s breast. Breasts were still, even after months of play and a good few years of speculation, interesting. Her other hand worked at the lacings of her tunic as Kel closed her eyes, her small smile stunned and accepting and dear.
“The Ysandir weren’t ever spoken about in Persepolis,” she said, leaning down to flick her tongue over that smile, laughing at Kel’s gasp. “And then Jon and I actually obliterated them, following some blasted prophecy we’d never known about—of course, that’s the way with prophecies…” She pulled back to let Kel pull her tunic over her head, and then leant forward to assist with the shirt, linen catching on calloused palms.
“Goddess,” she breathed, and Kel, now half naked before her, would have laughed and told her not to be so silly, if Alanna hadn’t caught up with her words again. “He just loved it, in the end. Sapphire-eyed prince, diplomat of the desert. Holder of his friend’s deepest secrets. Insufferable, arrogant--”
Kel’s hand, light but firm, across her mouth. “Alanna,” she said.
Purple eyes widened, then narrowed. Kel removed her hand.
“Lucky I didn’t bite you.”
“I know.” Kel’s own eyes were dark, and serious despite her smile.
“What happened with Jon?”
“Good question.” Another kiss, slow and lingering. “Next question?”
“No.” Gentle. Inexorable. “Tell me.” Stretching—and perhaps sighing, just a little, in ways that could be caught more by the movements she made than any sound that escaped her body—Kel pulled her shirt back on, shrugging a little as she realised it was inside out with her left arm halfway in.
“That must be just irritating.”
“Alanna,” said Kel. “Tell me.”
She did, and she did not need to. Watching Kel’s face more minute changes, Alanna was reminded that some anger, at least in theory, did not burn hot or cold, but clear.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 520
Round: 2/D
Competitor: Alanna
Summary: Alanna is taken back to her youth; Kel does not like bullies.
The kiss was hard, knocking the breath out of both of them, Alanna’s body solid and sudden against hers, Keladry’s knees giving as she was backed up against the bed. “Alanna?”
“Thank you— ” another kiss. “For not—throwing me—” Kel groaned, hold shifting and shivering as Alanna left kisses along her jaw and, slowly, down her throat. “—Against the wall.”
“Always a risk,” said Kel, her hand sliding back to cup the base of the smaller woman’s skull, “if you’re going to jump me.”
A small, barrel-shaped dog barked his agreement. The two humans groaned.
“Shoo,” said the Lioness.
Kel sighed. “Do as she says, please.”
With a sigh and heavy, lumbering tread, the dog obeyed.
“In my day,” Alanna muttered, shifting forward, her knee pressed between Kel’s, “I dealt with passing as a boy, and, oh, thieves and Goddesses and trying and mysterious Bazhir un-legends and arrogant princes and—”
“My Lady.” The courtesy had enough truth for it never to fit awkwardly in her mouth, and she shuddered as the Lioness used her whole body to lace more pressure along her own.
“Un-legends?”
“Well,” Alanna didn’t waste movement on shrugging, keeping it in her voice as she ran one hand down to cup Kel’s breast. Breasts were still, even after months of play and a good few years of speculation, interesting. Her other hand worked at the lacings of her tunic as Kel closed her eyes, her small smile stunned and accepting and dear.
“The Ysandir weren’t ever spoken about in Persepolis,” she said, leaning down to flick her tongue over that smile, laughing at Kel’s gasp. “And then Jon and I actually obliterated them, following some blasted prophecy we’d never known about—of course, that’s the way with prophecies…” She pulled back to let Kel pull her tunic over her head, and then leant forward to assist with the shirt, linen catching on calloused palms.
“Goddess,” she breathed, and Kel, now half naked before her, would have laughed and told her not to be so silly, if Alanna hadn’t caught up with her words again. “He just loved it, in the end. Sapphire-eyed prince, diplomat of the desert. Holder of his friend’s deepest secrets. Insufferable, arrogant--”
Kel’s hand, light but firm, across her mouth. “Alanna,” she said.
Purple eyes widened, then narrowed. Kel removed her hand.
“Lucky I didn’t bite you.”
“I know.” Kel’s own eyes were dark, and serious despite her smile.
“What happened with Jon?”
“Good question.” Another kiss, slow and lingering. “Next question?”
“No.” Gentle. Inexorable. “Tell me.” Stretching—and perhaps sighing, just a little, in ways that could be caught more by the movements she made than any sound that escaped her body—Kel pulled her shirt back on, shrugging a little as she realised it was inside out with her left arm halfway in.
“That must be just irritating.”
“Alanna,” said Kel. “Tell me.”
She did, and she did not need to. Watching Kel’s face more minute changes, Alanna was reminded that some anger, at least in theory, did not burn hot or cold, but clear.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!