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Bees, Brooms, Bowties, and Compromises (Claire/Nazolene)
Title: Bees, Brooms, Bowties, and Compromises
Length: 423 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Claire/Nazolene, compromisingpositions puzzles; ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days_exchnge: 10. unconsidered trifles
Pairing: Nazolene/Claire, Layton/Claire
Other: PG-13 for sex
Excerpt: "Sure," Claire said, stroking Nazolene's cheek and not listening as the girl began to warm up into an odd speech about princesses, the modern calendar, and the domestic rabbit.
Nazolene liked bees, which wasn't really surprising, given her hairstyle. But she also liked brooms, bowties, and biting, all of which she would explain to a willing listener in the rambling space of a few minutes.
Claire wasn't sure she liked Nazolene. She was too scatter-brained-- one could never predict what she'd be on about in the next three minutes, much less the next few days.
But attraction was an entirely different thing.
*
It could be called a "compromising position," but only if it were Layton who found them. He was willing to believe the best of everyone, especially his girlfriend, and if there could be an explanation for the fact that Nazolene was pressed against her, hiking her skirts up to the waist, then he would find it.
"An unusual puzzle," he would probably mumble. "Perhaps she is having clothing problems." And since he knew nothing about women's undergarments, it would suffice as an explanation. He would leave them alone, in fact, so they could finish what adjustments needed to be made.
"Did you know...?" Nazolene said breathily into Claire's ear, her long fingers working a very coherent magic on the other woman that her words never could.
Claire knew in the back of her mind that wasn't distracted by warm arousal that whatever Nazolene had to talk about, it probably didn't involve sex at all, so she craned her neck to kiss her instead. Her hands found the back of Nazolene's neck and she began to pick the hairpins out of her hair, wanting the softness to cascade down on top of the top of them, creating a private bower.
"Mph," Nazolene said instead of completing her sentence, her hands still doing their work, and Claire smiled inwardly, parting her lips for the other girl and thrusting her hips into her hand.
She gave up on Nazolene's hair pins, which required too much effort and coordination, and instead worked at her dress until she had freed the other's breasts and could do a little magic of her own. It wasn't until afterwards, lying in the bed with their feet on top of each other's feet, that Nazolene spoke again.
"Did you know," she said, "that all bees are female? Because the males die in the mating flight, you see."
"Sure," Claire said, stroking Nazolene's cheek and not listening as the girl began to warm up into an odd speech about princesses, the modern calendar, and the domestic rabbit.
After all, Claire had Layton for conversation. Nazolene was good at certain other things.
Length: 423 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Claire/Nazolene, compromising
31_days_exchnge: 10. unconsidered triflesPairing: Nazolene/Claire, Layton/Claire
Other: PG-13 for sex
Excerpt: "Sure," Claire said, stroking Nazolene's cheek and not listening as the girl began to warm up into an odd speech about princesses, the modern calendar, and the domestic rabbit.
Nazolene liked bees, which wasn't really surprising, given her hairstyle. But she also liked brooms, bowties, and biting, all of which she would explain to a willing listener in the rambling space of a few minutes.
Claire wasn't sure she liked Nazolene. She was too scatter-brained-- one could never predict what she'd be on about in the next three minutes, much less the next few days.
But attraction was an entirely different thing.
*
It could be called a "compromising position," but only if it were Layton who found them. He was willing to believe the best of everyone, especially his girlfriend, and if there could be an explanation for the fact that Nazolene was pressed against her, hiking her skirts up to the waist, then he would find it.
"An unusual puzzle," he would probably mumble. "Perhaps she is having clothing problems." And since he knew nothing about women's undergarments, it would suffice as an explanation. He would leave them alone, in fact, so they could finish what adjustments needed to be made.
"Did you know...?" Nazolene said breathily into Claire's ear, her long fingers working a very coherent magic on the other woman that her words never could.
Claire knew in the back of her mind that wasn't distracted by warm arousal that whatever Nazolene had to talk about, it probably didn't involve sex at all, so she craned her neck to kiss her instead. Her hands found the back of Nazolene's neck and she began to pick the hairpins out of her hair, wanting the softness to cascade down on top of the top of them, creating a private bower.
"Mph," Nazolene said instead of completing her sentence, her hands still doing their work, and Claire smiled inwardly, parting her lips for the other girl and thrusting her hips into her hand.
She gave up on Nazolene's hair pins, which required too much effort and coordination, and instead worked at her dress until she had freed the other's breasts and could do a little magic of her own. It wasn't until afterwards, lying in the bed with their feet on top of each other's feet, that Nazolene spoke again.
"Did you know," she said, "that all bees are female? Because the males die in the mating flight, you see."
"Sure," Claire said, stroking Nazolene's cheek and not listening as the girl began to warm up into an odd speech about princesses, the modern calendar, and the domestic rabbit.
After all, Claire had Layton for conversation. Nazolene was good at certain other things.