Had multiple demands on attention and only got to sit down for one, and THEN, I couldn't keep in the word count because I realized that what I was writing wasn't a drabble, it was the start of a story. Bah. So. Here's my 169-word...what do I call this?...teaser for a fic that will probably never get written. Because non-con/dubious consent femmeslash is kinda the domain of my original efforts.
Lily/Narcissa, Waltz of the flowers (challenge by
cluegirl)
The taste of the older girl is salt and sharpness, nothing like flowers or honey or anything stupidly girly like that. It's addictive, and it's what keeps Lily coming back, every time.
Lily pushes a piece of her own hair out of her mouth and shifts on her elbow to continue. But Narcissa's thigh nudges her cheek in a way that suggests she wants her attention. "No. It's no good." She gives Lily's shoulder a push with her hand. "I want you naked."
Lily blinks. "I...we don't..."
"That's right. We don't. You lift my skirt and push aside the crotch of my knickers and go to it, don't you? And then everything drops back into place and you can get up and leave, can't you? Not this time, dearheart." She sits forward. "Stand and strip. Let me look at you."
If Lily refuses, she won't be allowed to stay. Or come back. Narcissa's like that.
She stands. Wonders if they remembered to lock the door.
Decides she doesn't care.
Lily/Narcissa, Waltz of the flowers (challenge by
The taste of the older girl is salt and sharpness, nothing like flowers or honey or anything stupidly girly like that. It's addictive, and it's what keeps Lily coming back, every time.
Lily pushes a piece of her own hair out of her mouth and shifts on her elbow to continue. But Narcissa's thigh nudges her cheek in a way that suggests she wants her attention. "No. It's no good." She gives Lily's shoulder a push with her hand. "I want you naked."
Lily blinks. "I...we don't..."
"That's right. We don't. You lift my skirt and push aside the crotch of my knickers and go to it, don't you? And then everything drops back into place and you can get up and leave, can't you? Not this time, dearheart." She sits forward. "Stand and strip. Let me look at you."
If Lily refuses, she won't be allowed to stay. Or come back. Narcissa's like that.
She stands. Wonders if they remembered to lock the door.
Decides she doesn't care.
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