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storypaint) wrote2008-11-26 09:48 am
storypaint) wrote2008-11-26 09:48 am
Dressed (Alice/Bella)
Title: Dressed
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Alice/Bella; past Edward/Bella
Rating: R for sexual themes
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femslash_today's Cold Snap Winter Porn Battle
Wordcount: 661 words
Excerpt: "Should I call you Andrew?" she asks, drinking in Alice's angular form, the easy way she slouches into teenage manhood. Her short hair is mussed and the whole thing is somehow exceptionally titillating.
They moved again and again. Bella has stopped counting the names she has worn, shrugging them off like she shrugs off her bra before bed. But it is Alice's idea. One morning, sitting before the mirror, she runs her hands through her short hair and sighs.
"I look like a boy."
Bella giggles, coming up behind her and taking Alice's small breasts in her hands, squeezing. Alice moans a little, surprised by the sudden grope. Bella isn't usually this forward. She turns to run her lips along her girlfriend's jaw and her words are swiftly forgotten.
But only for a year or two. The next time they prepare to move, Bella suggests something and Alice laughs, pulling her into a fierce kiss that seems to show that the thought is more tantalizing than Bella has expected. Alice's hand slides across Bella's chest and down, slipping under her waistband. After they make love, they begin to plan.
Next time, let's pretend to be boys.
*
Bella ties her hair into a ponytail and buys an Ace bandage (it isn't as though she can crush vampire lungs, anyway). Alice puts the look together, shopping carefully at Old Navy and Abercrombie. She stares clinically at the final product, walking around her to observe from all angles, reaching to adjust the strange bulge in Bella's jeans.
It is a perfect illusion. Bella coughs and speaks.
"Should I call you Andrew?" she asks, drinking in Alice's angular form, the easy way she slouches into teenage manhood. Her short hair is mussed and the whole thing is somehow exceptionally titillating.
Alice grabs her roughly, pressing bound breasts into bound breasts. She nibbles Bella's ear and then growls, "Call me Andrew when you come."
She presses her fingers against Bella's skin, stripping her pants from her with the same expertise she used to clothe her, and soon Alice's strap-on is rubbing against Bella's entrance, and they are both panting hard enough to run a race. Breathing improved sex, they had found; it seemed essential to the moment of release, and it is the one time they pretend to be human when they are alone together.
A push, a break, and blood flows for just a second. Alice hasn't expected this gift, and pauses, but Bella just grimaces, and then smiles.
"Did you expect your brother would...?" she mutters.
Alice doesn't want to talk about Edward. Bella doesn't either. It just slipped out, unbidden. So Bella moves underneath Alice, pressing the dildo back against Alice's clit, and Edward is effectively banished from both of their minds, like he is from both of their lives.
(The holes in their conversations involve Cullens, but there are few holes and few conversations. There is sex and another high school and new friends and cloudy days and just the two of them, the pale sisters they pretend to be in public.)
They are both uncertain with their movements, but after a few practice thrusts, Bella's breath catches in a delightful way and Alice reaches forward, wrapping her arms around Bella and pulling them together into a sitting position. She begins to unwrap the Ace bandage around Bella's breasts, nipping at the skin as it is revealed.
"You're too beautiful to be a boy," she whispers on Bella's gentle neck, laying her back down to suck her nipples and thrust again, with long, languid strokes.
Bella cannot speak, moaning, pressing her cold skin against Alice's cold skin. She lets Alice ride her, lets Alice plant sharp kisses and hickeys across her shoulders, neck, and breasts, only breaking the rhythm for a moment when she pulls out and applies her tongue to bring Bella to a shuddering orgasm.
"Andrew," Bella breathes, and with her fingers on her own clit, Alice comes too.
"Andrew" and "Charlie" don't make it to class on time for their first day, but their artfully mussed hair and mysterious nature garners them each two marriage proposals before lunch.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Alice/Bella; past Edward/Bella
Rating: R for sexual themes
Comm:
femslash_today's Cold Snap Winter Porn BattleWordcount: 661 words
Excerpt: "Should I call you Andrew?" she asks, drinking in Alice's angular form, the easy way she slouches into teenage manhood. Her short hair is mussed and the whole thing is somehow exceptionally titillating.
They moved again and again. Bella has stopped counting the names she has worn, shrugging them off like she shrugs off her bra before bed. But it is Alice's idea. One morning, sitting before the mirror, she runs her hands through her short hair and sighs.
"I look like a boy."
Bella giggles, coming up behind her and taking Alice's small breasts in her hands, squeezing. Alice moans a little, surprised by the sudden grope. Bella isn't usually this forward. She turns to run her lips along her girlfriend's jaw and her words are swiftly forgotten.
But only for a year or two. The next time they prepare to move, Bella suggests something and Alice laughs, pulling her into a fierce kiss that seems to show that the thought is more tantalizing than Bella has expected. Alice's hand slides across Bella's chest and down, slipping under her waistband. After they make love, they begin to plan.
Next time, let's pretend to be boys.
*
Bella ties her hair into a ponytail and buys an Ace bandage (it isn't as though she can crush vampire lungs, anyway). Alice puts the look together, shopping carefully at Old Navy and Abercrombie. She stares clinically at the final product, walking around her to observe from all angles, reaching to adjust the strange bulge in Bella's jeans.
It is a perfect illusion. Bella coughs and speaks.
"Should I call you Andrew?" she asks, drinking in Alice's angular form, the easy way she slouches into teenage manhood. Her short hair is mussed and the whole thing is somehow exceptionally titillating.
Alice grabs her roughly, pressing bound breasts into bound breasts. She nibbles Bella's ear and then growls, "Call me Andrew when you come."
She presses her fingers against Bella's skin, stripping her pants from her with the same expertise she used to clothe her, and soon Alice's strap-on is rubbing against Bella's entrance, and they are both panting hard enough to run a race. Breathing improved sex, they had found; it seemed essential to the moment of release, and it is the one time they pretend to be human when they are alone together.
A push, a break, and blood flows for just a second. Alice hasn't expected this gift, and pauses, but Bella just grimaces, and then smiles.
"Did you expect your brother would...?" she mutters.
Alice doesn't want to talk about Edward. Bella doesn't either. It just slipped out, unbidden. So Bella moves underneath Alice, pressing the dildo back against Alice's clit, and Edward is effectively banished from both of their minds, like he is from both of their lives.
(The holes in their conversations involve Cullens, but there are few holes and few conversations. There is sex and another high school and new friends and cloudy days and just the two of them, the pale sisters they pretend to be in public.)
They are both uncertain with their movements, but after a few practice thrusts, Bella's breath catches in a delightful way and Alice reaches forward, wrapping her arms around Bella and pulling them together into a sitting position. She begins to unwrap the Ace bandage around Bella's breasts, nipping at the skin as it is revealed.
"You're too beautiful to be a boy," she whispers on Bella's gentle neck, laying her back down to suck her nipples and thrust again, with long, languid strokes.
Bella cannot speak, moaning, pressing her cold skin against Alice's cold skin. She lets Alice ride her, lets Alice plant sharp kisses and hickeys across her shoulders, neck, and breasts, only breaking the rhythm for a moment when she pulls out and applies her tongue to bring Bella to a shuddering orgasm.
"Andrew," Bella breathes, and with her fingers on her own clit, Alice comes too.
"Andrew" and "Charlie" don't make it to class on time for their first day, but their artfully mussed hair and mysterious nature garners them each two marriage proposals before lunch.