Post by journeycat on Apr 7, 2011 13:32:09 GMT 10
Title: Comparisons
Rating: PG
Word Count: 205
Pairing: Regicide (Delia/Josiane)
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Delia wants Josiane to prove she’s a better kisser than Jon.
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“He kisses like a cow. How’d you ever bed him?”
Josiane sounded so disgusted that Delia couldn’t help but let out a peal of laughter. She watched the blonde girl as she shrugged irritably out of her cloak and let it pool to the floor. She always got annoyed when Jonathan would leaves his clothes all over her chambers; for some reason, she rather liked it when Josiane did. “I only did it because it was part of His Grace’s plan. I certainly never would have otherwise.”
“Revolting,” Josiane sniffed. “I suspect he was trying to strangle me with his tongue. I’m a far better kisser than he is.”
Delia tilted her head, challenging. “Are you really?”
As she knew she would, Josiane willingly rose to the bait. That scarlet mouth curved up, and she leaned forward; Delia was already waiting. Their lips touched, pressed together, opened; the princess tasted of exotic copper fire, of foreign spices and sharp metal, and it was an addicting, heady taste.
Delia drew back, trying not to stare too hard at Josiane’s flushed face and hooded eyes and, most of all, her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to resist. “Ah, yes,” she decided. “You are an infinitely better kisser.”
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG
Word Count: 205
Pairing: Regicide (Delia/Josiane)
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Delia wants Josiane to prove she’s a better kisser than Jon.
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“He kisses like a cow. How’d you ever bed him?”
Josiane sounded so disgusted that Delia couldn’t help but let out a peal of laughter. She watched the blonde girl as she shrugged irritably out of her cloak and let it pool to the floor. She always got annoyed when Jonathan would leaves his clothes all over her chambers; for some reason, she rather liked it when Josiane did. “I only did it because it was part of His Grace’s plan. I certainly never would have otherwise.”
“Revolting,” Josiane sniffed. “I suspect he was trying to strangle me with his tongue. I’m a far better kisser than he is.”
Delia tilted her head, challenging. “Are you really?”
As she knew she would, Josiane willingly rose to the bait. That scarlet mouth curved up, and she leaned forward; Delia was already waiting. Their lips touched, pressed together, opened; the princess tasted of exotic copper fire, of foreign spices and sharp metal, and it was an addicting, heady taste.
Delia drew back, trying not to stare too hard at Josiane’s flushed face and hooded eyes and, most of all, her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to resist. “Ah, yes,” she decided. “You are an infinitely better kisser.”
QC: by Cassandra
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!