storypaint (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
storypaint) wrote2010-09-20 02:56 am
storypaint) wrote2010-09-20 02:56 am
[Glee] open the floodgates up (Mercedes/Tina)
Title: open the floodgates up
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1110 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Mercedes/Tina. Oral.
Pairing: Mercedes/Tina established; past Tina/Artie mentioned
Other: PWP, NC-17 for sex.
Excerpt: Plain desire has gotten them this far, but now Tina wishes she'd watched more lesbian-porn-for-lesbians, because she's not really sure where to begin, and she had to clip her fingernails to get this far, so lesbian-porn-for-straight-men has already failed her.
So she's down there now, and breathing hard, and she has to resist the sudden urge to giggle. It's just nervousness. Plain desire has gotten them this far, but now Tina wishes she'd watched more lesbian-porn-for-lesbians, because she's not really sure where to begin, and she had to clip her fingernails to get this far, so lesbian-porn-for-straight-men has already failed her. Mercedes has the same parts that she does - a little darker, labia a little fuller - but she has a clitoris and a vagina and all of those necessary parts. This should be easy, right?
Mercedes squirms as Tina breathes out heavily.
"You get lost down there?" Mercedes asks, trying to sound confident instead of nervous. She wants this, can feel her arousal warm and damp from just the proximity of Tina's mouth, but she's also never had this kind of attention before. It's sort of the litmus test for lesbianism, she guesses. After they do this, she's going to have to come out to more people than Kurt. She thinks she wants this, she really does, but what if it's awful? How can she tell Tina? They've already been planning their futures together, legs curled together like a promise, hands clasped in a perfect fit. They'll have two dogs and adopt three little girls. Mercedes will be a singer and Tina's paintings will sell for millions (or maybe she'll sing, or dance, or a hundred other things; Mercedes has confidence in Tina's many talents, which is more than one could say for Artie. or Finn, that one time).
Her contemplation is utterly wrecked by Tina's nose bumping her pubic bone and then Tina's tongue is swiping across her labia tentatively. It's an electric shock down Mercedes's spine and she moans gutturally, the only possible reaction. She feels like her body is leaking, dripping with desire, and Tina is licking at the join of her thighs, the edges of her inner wall, her movements becoming firmer as she hears Mercedes's visceral response.
Mercedes jerks her hips, trying not to drown Tina but wanting more of her - lips, tongue, fingers, all. Tina's newly shortened fingernails are now a gentle pressure against her opening, and Mercedes strains to reach them. She is completely overwhelmed in sensation, eyes shut, fighting out encouragements. Her hands shake but she leans up on the pillows and brushes Tina's hair out of her eyes. The other girl looks up momentarily, treating Mercedes to the beautiful sight of dark eyes, lined with smudged dark shadow, gazing at her from the mound of her pubis. Mercedes moans again, her toes curling at just the sight, which is somehow just as erotic as the scissoring of Tina's fingers against her most sensitive skin.
The not-really-lesbian porn hadn't done much to prepare Tina for this: a wet heat quite unlike the sensations she remembers from her tentative explorations with Artie and a certain smell - it's not a bad fish smell or a cheese smell like people say, but something lighter, soap and sweet sweat and just something that says Mercedes to her. She licks and sucks and feels Mercedes squirm, and the blood pounds in her ears. She feels a certain sense of power from this, from knowing that she's the one causing all of Mercedes's gasps and calls, and she knows without even reaching for herself that she's nearly as damp as the girl beneath her.
"Please!" Mercedes says, gasps, and Tina licks delicately at Mercedes's clit and inserts two fingers, one right after another, without trouble. She twists them around and tries to figure out if Mercedes likes the same things she does when she masturbates. Some of it works, some of it doesn't, but more practice is probably necessary in the future. That's not a problem in Tina's opinion.
Mercedes's voice shudders when she comes, her body straining at Tina's fingers and Tina's tongue; the words she is attempting die on her lips as she exhales heavily. Tina pulls back enough to stare at Mercedes's body in wonder, only now registering the thighs heavy on her shoulders. She tastes Mercedes, smells Mercedes, and her body is taut as a drum. She feels almost drunk on Mercedes, and the fact that she hasn't orgasmed yet is irrelevant, because she is still exulting in her new-found ability to make someone else feel that good.
"Come up here," Mercedes says, and Tina obeys easily, curling herself around the other girl. She licks her lips and wonders if Mercedes will want to kiss her now, but Mercedes does not hesitate. She makes a considering face when they pull back.
"That's a little odd," she says, but then smiles. "I can live with it. C'mere."
Tina blinks at her. She has her legs wrapped around one of Mercedes's thighs, and she's grinding against her a little. When she realizes what she's doing and what Mercedes is implying, she stops. Mercedes rolls her eyes and opens her arms. Her breasts bounce a little, nipples still hard, and Tina wants to suck on them again, an act that had led to the rest of this heady happiness.
"You don't think I want to give it a try? Come on, now, ride the wave. My turn."
It's a silly metaphor and Tina does giggle now, but Mercedes's hands are persistent and eventually she is convinced to mount Mercedes's face, hesitant and careful not to rest her legs on Mercedes's hair. Mercedes hands are high on her hips and she doesn't have a moment to be self-conscious before Mercedes's tongue is plunging between her folds. She's never done this with a woman before, either, but Mercedes is not one to hesitate when faced with a challenge. She digs her fingers into Tina's skin and licks warmly and it's all that Tina can do to hold on for a minute, maybe two, before her legs tremble and her breasts quake, her breath quivers and her body flies with pleasure.
She's been repeating Mercedes's name over and over, whispering her want, and when she orgasms, she stutters it, losing a very tiny part of her mind in embarrassment when she does, but Mercedes doesn't seem to mind. She just licks Tina until Tina pulls back, too sensitive for further touch, and they end up sprawled together on the bed, naked and uncaring, with Tina's head in the crook of Mercedes's arm.
"Kurt doesn't know what he's missing," Mercedes declares after a long satisfied moment. Tina just laughs.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1110 words
Prompt:
glee_anon: Mercedes/Tina. Oral.Pairing: Mercedes/Tina established; past Tina/Artie mentioned
Other: PWP, NC-17 for sex.
Excerpt: Plain desire has gotten them this far, but now Tina wishes she'd watched more lesbian-porn-for-lesbians, because she's not really sure where to begin, and she had to clip her fingernails to get this far, so lesbian-porn-for-straight-men has already failed her.
So she's down there now, and breathing hard, and she has to resist the sudden urge to giggle. It's just nervousness. Plain desire has gotten them this far, but now Tina wishes she'd watched more lesbian-porn-for-lesbians, because she's not really sure where to begin, and she had to clip her fingernails to get this far, so lesbian-porn-for-straight-men has already failed her. Mercedes has the same parts that she does - a little darker, labia a little fuller - but she has a clitoris and a vagina and all of those necessary parts. This should be easy, right?
Mercedes squirms as Tina breathes out heavily.
"You get lost down there?" Mercedes asks, trying to sound confident instead of nervous. She wants this, can feel her arousal warm and damp from just the proximity of Tina's mouth, but she's also never had this kind of attention before. It's sort of the litmus test for lesbianism, she guesses. After they do this, she's going to have to come out to more people than Kurt. She thinks she wants this, she really does, but what if it's awful? How can she tell Tina? They've already been planning their futures together, legs curled together like a promise, hands clasped in a perfect fit. They'll have two dogs and adopt three little girls. Mercedes will be a singer and Tina's paintings will sell for millions (or maybe she'll sing, or dance, or a hundred other things; Mercedes has confidence in Tina's many talents, which is more than one could say for Artie. or Finn, that one time).
Her contemplation is utterly wrecked by Tina's nose bumping her pubic bone and then Tina's tongue is swiping across her labia tentatively. It's an electric shock down Mercedes's spine and she moans gutturally, the only possible reaction. She feels like her body is leaking, dripping with desire, and Tina is licking at the join of her thighs, the edges of her inner wall, her movements becoming firmer as she hears Mercedes's visceral response.
Mercedes jerks her hips, trying not to drown Tina but wanting more of her - lips, tongue, fingers, all. Tina's newly shortened fingernails are now a gentle pressure against her opening, and Mercedes strains to reach them. She is completely overwhelmed in sensation, eyes shut, fighting out encouragements. Her hands shake but she leans up on the pillows and brushes Tina's hair out of her eyes. The other girl looks up momentarily, treating Mercedes to the beautiful sight of dark eyes, lined with smudged dark shadow, gazing at her from the mound of her pubis. Mercedes moans again, her toes curling at just the sight, which is somehow just as erotic as the scissoring of Tina's fingers against her most sensitive skin.
The not-really-lesbian porn hadn't done much to prepare Tina for this: a wet heat quite unlike the sensations she remembers from her tentative explorations with Artie and a certain smell - it's not a bad fish smell or a cheese smell like people say, but something lighter, soap and sweet sweat and just something that says Mercedes to her. She licks and sucks and feels Mercedes squirm, and the blood pounds in her ears. She feels a certain sense of power from this, from knowing that she's the one causing all of Mercedes's gasps and calls, and she knows without even reaching for herself that she's nearly as damp as the girl beneath her.
"Please!" Mercedes says, gasps, and Tina licks delicately at Mercedes's clit and inserts two fingers, one right after another, without trouble. She twists them around and tries to figure out if Mercedes likes the same things she does when she masturbates. Some of it works, some of it doesn't, but more practice is probably necessary in the future. That's not a problem in Tina's opinion.
Mercedes's voice shudders when she comes, her body straining at Tina's fingers and Tina's tongue; the words she is attempting die on her lips as she exhales heavily. Tina pulls back enough to stare at Mercedes's body in wonder, only now registering the thighs heavy on her shoulders. She tastes Mercedes, smells Mercedes, and her body is taut as a drum. She feels almost drunk on Mercedes, and the fact that she hasn't orgasmed yet is irrelevant, because she is still exulting in her new-found ability to make someone else feel that good.
"Come up here," Mercedes says, and Tina obeys easily, curling herself around the other girl. She licks her lips and wonders if Mercedes will want to kiss her now, but Mercedes does not hesitate. She makes a considering face when they pull back.
"That's a little odd," she says, but then smiles. "I can live with it. C'mere."
Tina blinks at her. She has her legs wrapped around one of Mercedes's thighs, and she's grinding against her a little. When she realizes what she's doing and what Mercedes is implying, she stops. Mercedes rolls her eyes and opens her arms. Her breasts bounce a little, nipples still hard, and Tina wants to suck on them again, an act that had led to the rest of this heady happiness.
"You don't think I want to give it a try? Come on, now, ride the wave. My turn."
It's a silly metaphor and Tina does giggle now, but Mercedes's hands are persistent and eventually she is convinced to mount Mercedes's face, hesitant and careful not to rest her legs on Mercedes's hair. Mercedes hands are high on her hips and she doesn't have a moment to be self-conscious before Mercedes's tongue is plunging between her folds. She's never done this with a woman before, either, but Mercedes is not one to hesitate when faced with a challenge. She digs her fingers into Tina's skin and licks warmly and it's all that Tina can do to hold on for a minute, maybe two, before her legs tremble and her breasts quake, her breath quivers and her body flies with pleasure.
She's been repeating Mercedes's name over and over, whispering her want, and when she orgasms, she stutters it, losing a very tiny part of her mind in embarrassment when she does, but Mercedes doesn't seem to mind. She just licks Tina until Tina pulls back, too sensitive for further touch, and they end up sprawled together on the bed, naked and uncaring, with Tina's head in the crook of Mercedes's arm.
"Kurt doesn't know what he's missing," Mercedes declares after a long satisfied moment. Tina just laughs.
no subject
no subject
no subject
(or maybe she'll sing, or dance, or a hundred other things; Mercedes has confidence in Tina's many talents, which is more than one could say for Artie. or Finn, that one time).
Aww. This part was so sweet!
no subject
And thank you!
no subject
(Anonymous) 2010-10-23 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)no subject