Femslash Ficlet 2: DC Comics AU, rated PG
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browngirlHere's to the Minoan AU!
"So you would learn a sword?" says the Amazon, smirking down from her great height; she's taller than most men, and brasher too, standing with feet wide-spaced in a knee-short kilt. Anissa wants to stare at the Amazon's brawny long legs, linen strips wrapped round her ankles, toes as henna-red as her hair. She is staring, and she makes herself look up at that challenging smirk, forces her hunching shoulders back. "Why, pretty little lady?"
"I know a sword," Anissa tells her, watching her full mouth twist doubtfully. She wants to shout, but the Amazon obviously thinks her a spoiled daughter of the Palace, flounced and jewelled and delicate; so Anissa sets her feet to the flags, pressing them down till she can feel the Mother's solid body bearing her up, and she keeps her chin up, and she speaks levelly. "And hand-fighting too, enough to lesson a bandit or a ruffian. But I would be better, and I know you can teach me how."
"Oh, I can," says the Amazon, putting her wrist-wrapped hands on her hips. "But can you learn?"
"I can learn," says Anissa, mirroring the gesture. The Amazon cocks her shaggy red head, raking Anissa with her gaze for a long moment, and Anissa keeps herself breathing, keeps her shoulders firm and her chin up.
Then the Amazon laughs, and catches Anissa's chin between two fingers, and kisses her with a plush woman's mouth, harder than a man. "Welcome, pretty sister," she says, squeezing Anissa's chin before letting go. "I'll teach you indeed, and you may call me Grace."
"So you would learn a sword?" says the Amazon, smirking down from her great height; she's taller than most men, and brasher too, standing with feet wide-spaced in a knee-short kilt. Anissa wants to stare at the Amazon's brawny long legs, linen strips wrapped round her ankles, toes as henna-red as her hair. She is staring, and she makes herself look up at that challenging smirk, forces her hunching shoulders back. "Why, pretty little lady?"
"I know a sword," Anissa tells her, watching her full mouth twist doubtfully. She wants to shout, but the Amazon obviously thinks her a spoiled daughter of the Palace, flounced and jewelled and delicate; so Anissa sets her feet to the flags, pressing them down till she can feel the Mother's solid body bearing her up, and she keeps her chin up, and she speaks levelly. "And hand-fighting too, enough to lesson a bandit or a ruffian. But I would be better, and I know you can teach me how."
"Oh, I can," says the Amazon, putting her wrist-wrapped hands on her hips. "But can you learn?"
"I can learn," says Anissa, mirroring the gesture. The Amazon cocks her shaggy red head, raking Anissa with her gaze for a long moment, and Anissa keeps herself breathing, keeps her shoulders firm and her chin up.
Then the Amazon laughs, and catches Anissa's chin between two fingers, and kisses her with a plush woman's mouth, harder than a man. "Welcome, pretty sister," she says, squeezing Anissa's chin before letting go. "I'll teach you indeed, and you may call me Grace."
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Date: 2007-02-02 03:03 pm (UTC)*faints* I don't know how you do it, but you write kisses and touches and just looks which are orders of magnitude hotter than full-on sex scenes written by other people. Wow. And the Grace/Anissa dynamic here ... they are fantastically hot anyway, but the Minoan context - "pretty sister", eeee, and the challenging - just adds something. Yes.
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Date: 2007-02-04 02:53 pm (UTC)*beam* Thank you, a lot. I try to... think about how things would feel, I guess. That's how I think being kissed by Grace would feel.