|shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-01 19:19:00
|Entry tags:||a: shiegra, f: hex, november 01, p: cassie/thelma|
Senses, Hex, Thelma/Cassie
Prompt: Hex – Cassie/Thelma – deflowering – hearts
Word count: 373
Cassie had hearts on her panties.
Thelma thought it was ridiculous and exasperating and beautiful, like she thought most of Cassie was--except for her smile, which was just pretty, except when she wasn't smiling at Thelma.
In dreams Cassie was sleepy, languid; she kissed Thelma without restraint or flinching, and her hands slid over Thelma's ribs, up under the thin lace of the not-quite-shirt Thelma had managed to call up for this particular fantasy. "Thelma," she murmured, "you taste salty." Which was peculiar, because though dreams were shaped by dreamers Thelma certainly hadn't pulled up that particular detail.
"Like your chips," Cassie mumbled against her mouth, tipping up her chin to fit her lips against her, soft and sweet.
Like my... Maybe it was a detail from Cassie. The thought that she might have imagined what Thelma's mouth tasted like was a hot, silky weight deep in the pit of her stomach.
Thelma slid her hands down under the side of Cassie's panties and felt along the smooth skin there, onto her hip and the inside of her thigh, rubbing careful fingers against hair and then warm slick skin, and Cassie's eyes went wide and she looked so pretty Thelma nearly stopped breathing, her mouth open and her pupils dilated, hair mussed and her hands just under Thelma's breasts--
"Wonder if it counts," Thelma said later, eating with a placidity she'd learned as a dead person.
Cassie stopped brushing her hair long enough to glare.
"I mean," Thelma went on, determinedly not looking up to catch the accusatory look, "demons are supposed to prefer virgins, right--"
"So if you were de-virgined, maybe you wouldn't be as tasty." Thelma risked a leer, found mortified laughter taking over Cassie's face. "I mean, I wonder if it carries over? From dreams--"
Cassie buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking with helpless giggles, brush clattering to the floor. "You're hopeless."
"If it doesn't, we can always keep trying," Thelma pointed out. "Practice makes perfect, you know."
The pillow did hit her, all rules of insubstantiality aside, but Cassie was smiling when she went and faced the world, and that was worth more than all the delicious, panty-wetting dreams in the world.