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Playful (Claire/Nazolene)
Title: Playful
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 608 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Claire/Nazo or any other femslash pairing, "medical" vibrators
Pairing: Claire/Nazolene
Other: R for Semi-explicit sex.
Excerpt: Claire looked up from the strange object to her partner. Nazolene was grinning cheerfully, as usual. She pulled the device from the box and cradled it between her breasts.
When the package came in the mail, plain brown packaging material covering a heavy box, Claire opened it without a thought. She'd ordered some scientific beakers a month earlier, and it was about time that they arrived.
She was nonplussed to see the object in the box: a long handle with a bell-like attachment on the end. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar, though. She was sure she'd seen a photograph--
"Oh, is it in?"
Claire looked up from the strange object to her partner. Nazolene was grinning cheerfully, as usual. She pulled the device from the box and cradled it between her breasts.
"Let's try it out!"
"What?" Claire managed before Nazolene was dragging her up the stairs.
*
Claire had always thought of herself as the assertive one before Nazolene. It had put men off, before, the way that she was the one who leaned forward first to offer the chaste kiss, the first to lift her hand, the first to say hello.
But Nazolene... first she didn't notice Claire's self-conscious advances, and then she turned out to be even more enthusiastic. Whenever Claire thought she was going to be assertive, Nazolene was there first... seemingly by accident. She lived in her own world, which intersected with Claire's at odd moments.
This was one of those moments. Nazolene had hardly hesitated to press kisses into her skin, to rescue flesh from corsets and petticoats. The little machine rested on the bedside table in wait. Nazolene tongued and then bit Claire's breast.
"What-- is it?" she managed to breathe. Nazolene kissed her forehead, kissed her earlobe, kissed her elbow, and then answered, licking the sensitive skin between Claire's thumb and index finger.
"A vibrator," she said, eyes bright.
Claire sat up in the bed and stared at it.
"You want to--"
Nazolene giggled like a little girl. "Isn't it neat?"
"I don--"
Nazolene's lips found Claire's left breast and she swallowed the rest of the sentence.
*
It had arrived already assembled in the box. Nazolene left Claire for a moment, soaked and gasping, to study the device. After a moment, she found the button and it began to buzz in her hands.
She giggled again.
"Naz?"
"Let me do all the work!" she said, waving the vibrator like a wand. Claire had only a moment to be amused at the image before Nazolene was climbing on top of her, spreading her legs with a well-placed knee. She kissed Claire's belly-button, sliding her tongue down further, and then sucked thoughtfully at Claire's clitoris.
Claire's breath caught in her throat-- how often Nazolene could do that to her-- and then she felt the unfamiliar buzz-pressure of the vibrator replace her partner's tongue. It wasn't unpleasant at all, providing a gentle roll and steady tempo that she found she rather liked, especially when Nazolene's fingers found her entrance and began to stroke back in time with the vibrator's movement.
"Do you like your present?" Nazolene asked innocently.
"Aaah," was as coherent as Claire could get. She felt like she'd slip over the edge at any moment.
"Is that a yes?"
"Ooooh!"
"It's supposed to be good if your fingers get tired," Nazolene continued, her tone thoughtful. "Not that mine usually do. But I figured it could be fun to try!"
Claire agreed. It was certainly fun. When her orgasm slipped over her and she spasmed, her voice breaking, she tried to express that enjoyment.
Nazolene shut the vibrator off and set it carefully on the bedside table before cuddling against her, pressing her breasts into Claire's face.
"I can't imagine using that for medicinal purposes," she said after a long moment. Claire could only laugh.
"Neither can I."
Fandom: Professor Layton
Length: 608 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Claire/Nazo or any other femslash pairing, "medical" vibrators
Pairing: Claire/Nazolene
Other: R for Semi-explicit sex.
Excerpt: Claire looked up from the strange object to her partner. Nazolene was grinning cheerfully, as usual. She pulled the device from the box and cradled it between her breasts.
When the package came in the mail, plain brown packaging material covering a heavy box, Claire opened it without a thought. She'd ordered some scientific beakers a month earlier, and it was about time that they arrived.
She was nonplussed to see the object in the box: a long handle with a bell-like attachment on the end. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar, though. She was sure she'd seen a photograph--
"Oh, is it in?"
Claire looked up from the strange object to her partner. Nazolene was grinning cheerfully, as usual. She pulled the device from the box and cradled it between her breasts.
"Let's try it out!"
"What?" Claire managed before Nazolene was dragging her up the stairs.
*
Claire had always thought of herself as the assertive one before Nazolene. It had put men off, before, the way that she was the one who leaned forward first to offer the chaste kiss, the first to lift her hand, the first to say hello.
But Nazolene... first she didn't notice Claire's self-conscious advances, and then she turned out to be even more enthusiastic. Whenever Claire thought she was going to be assertive, Nazolene was there first... seemingly by accident. She lived in her own world, which intersected with Claire's at odd moments.
This was one of those moments. Nazolene had hardly hesitated to press kisses into her skin, to rescue flesh from corsets and petticoats. The little machine rested on the bedside table in wait. Nazolene tongued and then bit Claire's breast.
"What-- is it?" she managed to breathe. Nazolene kissed her forehead, kissed her earlobe, kissed her elbow, and then answered, licking the sensitive skin between Claire's thumb and index finger.
"A vibrator," she said, eyes bright.
Claire sat up in the bed and stared at it.
"You want to--"
Nazolene giggled like a little girl. "Isn't it neat?"
"I don--"
Nazolene's lips found Claire's left breast and she swallowed the rest of the sentence.
*
It had arrived already assembled in the box. Nazolene left Claire for a moment, soaked and gasping, to study the device. After a moment, she found the button and it began to buzz in her hands.
She giggled again.
"Naz?"
"Let me do all the work!" she said, waving the vibrator like a wand. Claire had only a moment to be amused at the image before Nazolene was climbing on top of her, spreading her legs with a well-placed knee. She kissed Claire's belly-button, sliding her tongue down further, and then sucked thoughtfully at Claire's clitoris.
Claire's breath caught in her throat-- how often Nazolene could do that to her-- and then she felt the unfamiliar buzz-pressure of the vibrator replace her partner's tongue. It wasn't unpleasant at all, providing a gentle roll and steady tempo that she found she rather liked, especially when Nazolene's fingers found her entrance and began to stroke back in time with the vibrator's movement.
"Do you like your present?" Nazolene asked innocently.
"Aaah," was as coherent as Claire could get. She felt like she'd slip over the edge at any moment.
"Is that a yes?"
"Ooooh!"
"It's supposed to be good if your fingers get tired," Nazolene continued, her tone thoughtful. "Not that mine usually do. But I figured it could be fun to try!"
Claire agreed. It was certainly fun. When her orgasm slipped over her and she spasmed, her voice breaking, she tried to express that enjoyment.
Nazolene shut the vibrator off and set it carefully on the bedside table before cuddling against her, pressing her breasts into Claire's face.
"I can't imagine using that for medicinal purposes," she said after a long moment. Claire could only laugh.
"Neither can I."