December drabbles, #1 — in the rush of the dark
Whip It, Bliss/Maggie, empty
Word count — 120
Prompt via piperrhiannon, random selection E8 via thegraduate09
“I’m too old for this,” she says, and Bliss laughs, throwing her head back, showing her teeth. Just that, just the look in her eye makes Peg wet.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Derby Queen?” Bliss’s fingers walk between their bodies, wiggling down a stomach that should be harder, less poochy, finding the stretch of tiger-striped panties that she wore for this very purpose.
“Aside from the obvious.” Peg jumps a little at the touch, always surprised at how much she needs it. Wants it. She’s too old for this reckless abandon, too old to be falling for the baby of the team, too old to–”Fuck.”–feel so empty without Bliss inside her.
Another smile, predatory. “Prove yourself wrong.”