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Adrianne Palicki/Danneel Harris
NC-17
1500
A playful evening in.
Originally posted here at the Girls Just Want to Have Fun fic meme for the prompt: Danneel/Adrianne, tribbing.
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cautionzombies and stellamaris99 for beta-ing.
Adrianne watches Danneel above her, taking in the fine hair at Danneel’s temples, damp with sweat, her mouth a wicked curve Adrianne wants to taste, smooth lips she wants to lick, nip and bite until they're full and pink. Reaching for her, Adrianne slides her fingers into Danneel's hair, tangles them there in the soft strands at the back of her head, pulls her down. Danneel grins and comes easily, tongue flicking out in a slick sweep that Adrianne follows with her own before tilting Danneel, turning her until she can fit their mouths together.
Danneel kisses like she flirts, teasing and sharp, a hint of teeth and an apologetic press of lips. It’s maddening and wonderful and Adrianne loves the way Danneel feels against her, the weight and size and shape of her, and wants more. Has wanted more since Danneel curled against her on the couch earlier that evening, fingers sneaking under the hem of Adrianne’s tank top, the waistband of her sweats. She’d mouthed at the corner of Adrianne’s jaw and nipped at her ear and said, voice rough-sweet, “Come to bed.”
Stumbling their way to the bedroom, they’d kissed and stripped, Adrianne’s tank a slip of fabric caught on the corner of the couch, Danneel’s t-shirt in the hallway. Danneel’s hands had been greedy, her fingers insistent, and Adrianne’s sweats, her panties, had been gone before Adrianne had blinked, before she could find purchase on Danneel’s skin, palm her breasts, strip her first.
They’d tumbled against the sheets, Danneel pinning her easily, knees on either side of Adrianne’s hips, hands tight around her wrists.
Adrianne had looked up at her, breathless and laughing, and whined, “Danneel.” Heels finding purchase on the mattress, she’d pushed up into Danneel’s weight. “C’mon. Touch me.”
“Mmmm,” Danneel purred, swiveling her hips, grinding them together. “Thought I was?”
Danneel’s hair tickling her skin, Adrianne had growled. “Did you ask me to come to bed so you could tease me, or did you ask so we could fuck?”
“Oh, the latter.” Danneel had leaned in, lips a teasing brush against Adrianne’s.
“Doesn’t look like—nnnngh.”
And then Danneel had fucked her, had let go of her wrist to slide a clever thumb against her clit, fingers sinking into her pussy. She’d pinned her and kissed her and fucked her until Adrianne’s muscles shook and she came, panting Danneel’s name.
Grinning down at her now, Danneel looks too smug for her own good, like the cat that got the canary, and Adrianne can’t stand it. Loves it. Doesn’t know what to do with it except pull Danneel down to her and kiss it away, suck that bottom lip between her own until Danneel squirms above her, fingers tight against Adrianne’s skin.
“Fuck,” Danneel breathes, pulling away. “Fuck, Adrianne, I want, I want—”
Adrianne laughs, tugging at Danneel’s hair. “Now you want.” She rolls them, pushing until Danneel is the one pinned, dark hair spread against the pillows, color high in her cheeks. Leaning in, Adrianne follows that flush along Danneel’s jaw, down her throat, trailing open-mouthed kisses between Danneel’s breasts. Tastes the sheen of sweat gathering there against her tongue as her fingers find the waistband of Danneel’s shorts, hooking beneath them, tugging at them as she detours to suck at a nipple. Danneel arches beneath her, fingers diving into Adrianne’s hair, nails sharp against her scalp, and Adrianne grins against her skin, moving down to nose at the curve of Danneel’s breast, just a hint of teeth and tongue.
Danneel stretches beneath her, muscles gliding beneath Adrianne’s mouth as she moves downward. Pausing at the line where Danneel’s skin gives way to the pink of her shorts, Adrianne shifts against the mattress, sheets bunching under her knees, and continues downward, pressing her face against Danneel, breathing her in.
“Yeah.” Danneel’s foot rubs against Adrianne’s side, too firm to tickle. “Yeah, baby, keep going.”
Turning her head, Adrianne leaves a sucking kiss on the tender skin of Danneel’s inner thigh before sitting back. “Not quite what I had in mind.”
Danneel opens her mouth—to protest, Adrianne knows; Danneel loves it when she eats her out, squirms and groans and swears like a sailor—but Adrianne ignores her, pulls Danneel’s shorts off and tosses them aside, leaving Danneel spread and wet.
Danneel watches her with hooded eyes, licking her lips, her body rippling in a long shift. “Oh?”
Adrianne grins, but stays silent, palming Danneel’s hips and pulling her farther down the bed before sliding a leg over one of Danneel’s, straddling a thigh.
“Oh,” Danneel repeats, a long sigh of breath and sound as Adrianne presses against her. Bending her other knee, Danneel tilts her hips up, changes the angle between them until she groans and Adrianne knows she’s found a spot Danneel likes.
Hooking a hand beneath Danneel’s knee, Adrianne hitches her hips and pulls herself closer, pussy slick against Danneel’s. She gives her hips and experimental swivel, shivers at the feel of Danneel wet against her, hot and ready. Danneel groans, fingers tangling in the sheets, and pushes back, hips moving in the opposite direction.
“Danni, fuck.” Adrianne presses her free hand to Danneel’s stomach, moving upward until her fingers brush the undersides of her breasts. She holds her down, uses her weight to keep Danneel still. Pulls Danneel’s leg closer to her, tighter. Moves.
Danneel’s eyes flutter shut and her mouth falls open, a perfect pink O of pleasure that Adrianne wishes weren’t so far away, wishes were closer for her to taste and take, for her to fuck with her tongue as Danneel tumbles over the edge, fingers grasping.
There will be time for that later, time for kisses sweet and soft and full or hard and sharp, demanding. Time for lips against lips and tongues against tongues. For falling asleep with their arms and legs tangled, skin still damp with sweat.
First there is this; Danneel trembling beneath her, skin sweat-slick, hair a confused mess, her pussy hot and perfect against Adrianne’s.
Adrianne groans and bites her lip, lifts herself up on her knees before resettling against Danneel, rolling her hips, grinding, chasing the feeling that flares at the center of her, bright and burning as they move together, limbs sliding, bodies undulating.
Danneel reaches for her, hand gliding up Adrianne’s thigh until her thumb is tucked against the curve of her hip, fingers pressed hard into flesh. She’ll have bruises there later, bruises she’ll touch in the shower, that Danneel will fall to her knees to trace with her tongue and scrape with her teeth, smirk up at Adrianne and tease fingers between her thighs.
She isn’t smirking now, hair sticking to her forehead and the sides of her face in damp strands, eyes wide and glazed, lips bitten full. She’s breathless and panting and restless and Adrianne knows how she feels, knows exactly how she feels because she feels it, too. Her limbs shake and her hair keeps getting in her eyes, ruining her view, but she doesn’t want to stop, can’t stop. She’s so close she can feel it blooming beneath her skin, gathering there like fire, threatening to burn her up.
“Addy,” Danneel gasps. “Addy, I’m close, I’m—”
Adrianne hikes Danneel’s leg up higher, presses down harder, and Danneel’s coming, neck bared, mouth open, Adrianne’s name falling from her lips.
That’s all it takes to push Adrianne over, her muscles tightening as she comes tucked tight between Danneel’s thighs. Danneel whimpers, shuddering beneath her hands, and Adrianne rides that high as long as she can, holds on to Danneel and moves until that wave of heat overtakes her again, leaving her shaking. Moves until she can’t anymore, until all she wants to do is collapse against Danneel, limbs tired and skin damp.
She looks down and Danneel’s watching her, parted lips an open invitation that Adrianne can’t refuse anymore. Unwinding herself from Danneel’s leg, she leans down, kisses that breathless mouth, revels in the slick, hot, delicate feel of it. The intimate curve of Danneel’s body against her own.
Danneel sighs against her, more breath than sound, and Adrianne pulls away reluctantly, doesn’t want to let her go.
“You’re heavy,” Danneel says, playing with the ends of Adrianne’s hair.
Adrianne brushes her nose against Danneel’s. “You’re annoying.”
Danneel grins, blinding, and pushes at Adrianne’s shoulder. Adrianne moves to the side, rolling onto her back, and Danneel settles against her. “You love it.”
“Eh.” Adrianne shrugs, reaching up to tuck Danneel’s hair behind her ear. “It’s all right.”
Still grinning, Danneel rolls her eyes and turns into her touch, presses her lips to Adrianne’s palm, her wrist. Skips down Adrianne’s arm with teasing kisses until she’s where Adrianne really wants her, right there, face to face, looking sweaty and tired and perfect. “You’re such a liar.”
“Hmm,” Adrianne hums. “Maybe I am.” And then her fingers are sinking in Danneel’s hair and Danneel’s mouth is on hers and words don’t really matter.
Adrianne Palicki/Danneel Harris
NC-17
1500
A playful evening in.
Originally posted here at the Girls Just Want to Have Fun fic meme for the prompt: Danneel/Adrianne, tribbing.
Many thanks to the wonderful
cautionzombies and stellamaris99 for beta-ing.Adrianne watches Danneel above her, taking in the fine hair at Danneel’s temples, damp with sweat, her mouth a wicked curve Adrianne wants to taste, smooth lips she wants to lick, nip and bite until they're full and pink. Reaching for her, Adrianne slides her fingers into Danneel's hair, tangles them there in the soft strands at the back of her head, pulls her down. Danneel grins and comes easily, tongue flicking out in a slick sweep that Adrianne follows with her own before tilting Danneel, turning her until she can fit their mouths together.
Danneel kisses like she flirts, teasing and sharp, a hint of teeth and an apologetic press of lips. It’s maddening and wonderful and Adrianne loves the way Danneel feels against her, the weight and size and shape of her, and wants more. Has wanted more since Danneel curled against her on the couch earlier that evening, fingers sneaking under the hem of Adrianne’s tank top, the waistband of her sweats. She’d mouthed at the corner of Adrianne’s jaw and nipped at her ear and said, voice rough-sweet, “Come to bed.”
Stumbling their way to the bedroom, they’d kissed and stripped, Adrianne’s tank a slip of fabric caught on the corner of the couch, Danneel’s t-shirt in the hallway. Danneel’s hands had been greedy, her fingers insistent, and Adrianne’s sweats, her panties, had been gone before Adrianne had blinked, before she could find purchase on Danneel’s skin, palm her breasts, strip her first.
They’d tumbled against the sheets, Danneel pinning her easily, knees on either side of Adrianne’s hips, hands tight around her wrists.
Adrianne had looked up at her, breathless and laughing, and whined, “Danneel.” Heels finding purchase on the mattress, she’d pushed up into Danneel’s weight. “C’mon. Touch me.”
“Mmmm,” Danneel purred, swiveling her hips, grinding them together. “Thought I was?”
Danneel’s hair tickling her skin, Adrianne had growled. “Did you ask me to come to bed so you could tease me, or did you ask so we could fuck?”
“Oh, the latter.” Danneel had leaned in, lips a teasing brush against Adrianne’s.
“Doesn’t look like—nnnngh.”
And then Danneel had fucked her, had let go of her wrist to slide a clever thumb against her clit, fingers sinking into her pussy. She’d pinned her and kissed her and fucked her until Adrianne’s muscles shook and she came, panting Danneel’s name.
Grinning down at her now, Danneel looks too smug for her own good, like the cat that got the canary, and Adrianne can’t stand it. Loves it. Doesn’t know what to do with it except pull Danneel down to her and kiss it away, suck that bottom lip between her own until Danneel squirms above her, fingers tight against Adrianne’s skin.
“Fuck,” Danneel breathes, pulling away. “Fuck, Adrianne, I want, I want—”
Adrianne laughs, tugging at Danneel’s hair. “Now you want.” She rolls them, pushing until Danneel is the one pinned, dark hair spread against the pillows, color high in her cheeks. Leaning in, Adrianne follows that flush along Danneel’s jaw, down her throat, trailing open-mouthed kisses between Danneel’s breasts. Tastes the sheen of sweat gathering there against her tongue as her fingers find the waistband of Danneel’s shorts, hooking beneath them, tugging at them as she detours to suck at a nipple. Danneel arches beneath her, fingers diving into Adrianne’s hair, nails sharp against her scalp, and Adrianne grins against her skin, moving down to nose at the curve of Danneel’s breast, just a hint of teeth and tongue.
Danneel stretches beneath her, muscles gliding beneath Adrianne’s mouth as she moves downward. Pausing at the line where Danneel’s skin gives way to the pink of her shorts, Adrianne shifts against the mattress, sheets bunching under her knees, and continues downward, pressing her face against Danneel, breathing her in.
“Yeah.” Danneel’s foot rubs against Adrianne’s side, too firm to tickle. “Yeah, baby, keep going.”
Turning her head, Adrianne leaves a sucking kiss on the tender skin of Danneel’s inner thigh before sitting back. “Not quite what I had in mind.”
Danneel opens her mouth—to protest, Adrianne knows; Danneel loves it when she eats her out, squirms and groans and swears like a sailor—but Adrianne ignores her, pulls Danneel’s shorts off and tosses them aside, leaving Danneel spread and wet.
Danneel watches her with hooded eyes, licking her lips, her body rippling in a long shift. “Oh?”
Adrianne grins, but stays silent, palming Danneel’s hips and pulling her farther down the bed before sliding a leg over one of Danneel’s, straddling a thigh.
“Oh,” Danneel repeats, a long sigh of breath and sound as Adrianne presses against her. Bending her other knee, Danneel tilts her hips up, changes the angle between them until she groans and Adrianne knows she’s found a spot Danneel likes.
Hooking a hand beneath Danneel’s knee, Adrianne hitches her hips and pulls herself closer, pussy slick against Danneel’s. She gives her hips and experimental swivel, shivers at the feel of Danneel wet against her, hot and ready. Danneel groans, fingers tangling in the sheets, and pushes back, hips moving in the opposite direction.
“Danni, fuck.” Adrianne presses her free hand to Danneel’s stomach, moving upward until her fingers brush the undersides of her breasts. She holds her down, uses her weight to keep Danneel still. Pulls Danneel’s leg closer to her, tighter. Moves.
Danneel’s eyes flutter shut and her mouth falls open, a perfect pink O of pleasure that Adrianne wishes weren’t so far away, wishes were closer for her to taste and take, for her to fuck with her tongue as Danneel tumbles over the edge, fingers grasping.
There will be time for that later, time for kisses sweet and soft and full or hard and sharp, demanding. Time for lips against lips and tongues against tongues. For falling asleep with their arms and legs tangled, skin still damp with sweat.
First there is this; Danneel trembling beneath her, skin sweat-slick, hair a confused mess, her pussy hot and perfect against Adrianne’s.
Adrianne groans and bites her lip, lifts herself up on her knees before resettling against Danneel, rolling her hips, grinding, chasing the feeling that flares at the center of her, bright and burning as they move together, limbs sliding, bodies undulating.
Danneel reaches for her, hand gliding up Adrianne’s thigh until her thumb is tucked against the curve of her hip, fingers pressed hard into flesh. She’ll have bruises there later, bruises she’ll touch in the shower, that Danneel will fall to her knees to trace with her tongue and scrape with her teeth, smirk up at Adrianne and tease fingers between her thighs.
She isn’t smirking now, hair sticking to her forehead and the sides of her face in damp strands, eyes wide and glazed, lips bitten full. She’s breathless and panting and restless and Adrianne knows how she feels, knows exactly how she feels because she feels it, too. Her limbs shake and her hair keeps getting in her eyes, ruining her view, but she doesn’t want to stop, can’t stop. She’s so close she can feel it blooming beneath her skin, gathering there like fire, threatening to burn her up.
“Addy,” Danneel gasps. “Addy, I’m close, I’m—”
Adrianne hikes Danneel’s leg up higher, presses down harder, and Danneel’s coming, neck bared, mouth open, Adrianne’s name falling from her lips.
That’s all it takes to push Adrianne over, her muscles tightening as she comes tucked tight between Danneel’s thighs. Danneel whimpers, shuddering beneath her hands, and Adrianne rides that high as long as she can, holds on to Danneel and moves until that wave of heat overtakes her again, leaving her shaking. Moves until she can’t anymore, until all she wants to do is collapse against Danneel, limbs tired and skin damp.
She looks down and Danneel’s watching her, parted lips an open invitation that Adrianne can’t refuse anymore. Unwinding herself from Danneel’s leg, she leans down, kisses that breathless mouth, revels in the slick, hot, delicate feel of it. The intimate curve of Danneel’s body against her own.
Danneel sighs against her, more breath than sound, and Adrianne pulls away reluctantly, doesn’t want to let her go.
“You’re heavy,” Danneel says, playing with the ends of Adrianne’s hair.
Adrianne brushes her nose against Danneel’s. “You’re annoying.”
Danneel grins, blinding, and pushes at Adrianne’s shoulder. Adrianne moves to the side, rolling onto her back, and Danneel settles against her. “You love it.”
“Eh.” Adrianne shrugs, reaching up to tuck Danneel’s hair behind her ear. “It’s all right.”
Still grinning, Danneel rolls her eyes and turns into her touch, presses her lips to Adrianne’s palm, her wrist. Skips down Adrianne’s arm with teasing kisses until she’s where Adrianne really wants her, right there, face to face, looking sweaty and tired and perfect. “You’re such a liar.”
“Hmm,” Adrianne hums. “Maybe I am.” And then her fingers are sinking in Danneel’s hair and Danneel’s mouth is on hers and words don’t really matter.
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