So it's International Femslash Day...
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dethorats...so I wrote two short contributions.
Title: Seashore
Pairing: Kasumi/Maggie
Rating: G
Word Count: 762
And in the distance, a dark shadow against the setting sun, she raised her arm in farewell.
Kasumi sighed in satisfaction as she leaned her head back to rest against the firm support of her chair, her eyes fluttering shut even as she closed her book. The well-thumbed paperback’s cover was glossy-smooth beneath her fingertips as she rested her hands across it in her lap. Warm sunlight caressed her face and her bare shoulders and she wiggled her feet deeper beneath the cool, damp sand just to enjoy the contrast on her skin. The crashing of the ocean upon the shore was a muted and lulling roar in the background and she could hear a gull crying somewhere in the distance. It was all so peaceful and relaxing: the seashore soothing her body with its steady rhythm and balmy temperature and her mind basking in the afterglow of a beloved book. Only one thing could have improved her mood and it came in the form of a few drops of chilly water dripping onto her cheek as cold lips pressed against her mouth. She laughed softly, pleased, and teasingly added her tongue to the kiss just to steal away the taste of salt.
Gentle brown eyes opened and Kasumi smiled up at her soaking suitor. Maggie flushed, color rising in her cheeks, as she straightened and pulled away. She had had to be coaxed into the ocean and away from the canvas bag of books but Kasumi could see that it had definitely been worth it. Long, lightly tanned limbs were covered with a sheen of water and her simple navy swimsuit clung to her soft curves. A surfboard had been dropped behind her in the sand and, as Maggie stepped back to keep from splashing Kasumi or the books as she shook water from her short dark hair like a dog, it suddenly collapsed in on itself. For a brief moment a pile of shiny white paper lay on the sand and then, in a blur of motion, reformed itself into an umbrella behind Maggie’s chair. Kasumi hid her brief moment of disappointment as the tall woman hid her slender legs behind a colorful beach towel with a question.
“Did you have fun?”
Maggie nodded, a bashful smile on her face. “Yes. Your friends are very skilled and it was good to learn from them.”
A glance back at the waves revealed a petite redhead in a skimpy bikini riding the crest of a wave in the unlikely position of a handstand. Off to her right, two more girls perched on their boards but seemed to not be aware of the precariousness of their situation as they did battle with a giant spatula and an immense pair of bonbori. A crowd of young men had gathered in the shallow water to watch, hooting and hollering and placing bets with a slender young woman holding a camera. Further out, another young woman spluttered as she surfaced. Her eyes narrowed in rage and she heaved her surfboard out of the water and hurled it at the unsuspecting redhead with all the force and accuracy of a heat seeking missile, a loud cry of “Ranma, you IDIOT!” leaving her.
Kasumi turned back to her companion, not bothering to watch as the tangled mess of female limbs and surfboards and a random octopus or two smacked into the waiting masculine crowd and took out everyone but the smirking girl taking pictures of the train wreck. “But you decided to come back in?”
“Ahhn.” Maggie blushed adorably, ducking her head to dig around in the bag of books and studiously avoiding Kasumi’s eyes. “You just looked so happy that I couldn’t….”
The rest trailed off into unintelligible mumbling that was irresistible and Kasumi reached out and caught Maggie’s chin, tugged it up until the other woman had to meet her gaze.
“I am. Thank you.” And then she kissed her a second time, longer and so consumingly that neither noticed as the redheaded girl came tearing past their chair with a mob of people in her wake. Camera girl paused long enough to take a shot or two and Kasumi broke reluctantly away to fix her with a sharp look. “Keep the originals for me, Nabiki.”
The girl laughed and saluted and Kasumi turned back to recapture Maggie’s lips before she had a chance to disappear safely behind the pages of a book. Soon enough she would let the woman escape to the written world but for the time being Maggie belonged right there with her.
Prompt: Bound
Rating: R
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 500
The black steel was skin-warm to the touch even through the thin leather gloves that covered her fingertips as Hina trailed them over the gleaming metal. This was her power, her gift from the sea granted the day she’d eaten the bitter devil’s fruit. Some called her cursed but Hina never regretted her decision. Losing the ability to swim was a paltry price to pay for what she had gained. A single touch made any individual her prisoner. It was an effective tool in her role as a marine captain, her hallmark in a job she’d taken because of its promise of power and role as protector. She was not Smoker and justice weighed less heavily on her motivations but she was still proud of what she did.
Her ability was useful in other areas too and sometimes she marveled in private at how perfectly her gift suited her. Control was important to her, something she treasured all the more for living in a place as unpredictable as the Grand Line, and her skill placed those she marked at her mercy. It gave her power over them as it took their own away. She delighted in it and in the few who could surrender with any sort of grace.
Like the young woman whose flesh had warmed her steel, who lay spread-eagled on Hina’s bed, held completely open by her power. Strong slender limbs were stretched wide, wrists and ankles neatly anchored to the sturdy bedposts by black rings. Tashigi’s bare flesh was flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat and she was marked here and there with the signs of Hina’s affection. Rows of bruises, purple and swollen and left behind by Hina’s teeth marked the inside of one arm and trailed down the outside of her hip. Red stripes, cleverly and evenly laid, laddered her ribs and crossed the tops of her breasts. Her nipples were tight and tender to the touch, rough treatment having ripened them to sensitivity to the softest of caresses. Wiry black hair framed her core and the delicate folds were deep pink and glistening and so very very tempting.
Hina took off her gloves and delighted in the way dark eyelashes fluttered at the first brush of skin to skin. She traced the blue line of a vein up the inside of a strong thigh, watching as the muscles beneath jumped at the ticklish touch. Her fingernails carved crescent moons as she grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed and a soft breathy sound escaped from Tashigi’s bitten lips. It was purely encouraging, a plea for more, and Hina looked up into deep brown eyes and for a moment lost herself. They held nothing but desire and trust, and a promise that everything Hina did would be taken and used, transformed into pleasure. That melting look was Tashigi’s power for it had captured Hina as surely and completely as her steel held Tashigi captive and Hina knew she could not resist.
Title: Seashore
Pairing: Kasumi/Maggie
Rating: G
Word Count: 762
And in the distance, a dark shadow against the setting sun, she raised her arm in farewell.
Kasumi sighed in satisfaction as she leaned her head back to rest against the firm support of her chair, her eyes fluttering shut even as she closed her book. The well-thumbed paperback’s cover was glossy-smooth beneath her fingertips as she rested her hands across it in her lap. Warm sunlight caressed her face and her bare shoulders and she wiggled her feet deeper beneath the cool, damp sand just to enjoy the contrast on her skin. The crashing of the ocean upon the shore was a muted and lulling roar in the background and she could hear a gull crying somewhere in the distance. It was all so peaceful and relaxing: the seashore soothing her body with its steady rhythm and balmy temperature and her mind basking in the afterglow of a beloved book. Only one thing could have improved her mood and it came in the form of a few drops of chilly water dripping onto her cheek as cold lips pressed against her mouth. She laughed softly, pleased, and teasingly added her tongue to the kiss just to steal away the taste of salt.
Gentle brown eyes opened and Kasumi smiled up at her soaking suitor. Maggie flushed, color rising in her cheeks, as she straightened and pulled away. She had had to be coaxed into the ocean and away from the canvas bag of books but Kasumi could see that it had definitely been worth it. Long, lightly tanned limbs were covered with a sheen of water and her simple navy swimsuit clung to her soft curves. A surfboard had been dropped behind her in the sand and, as Maggie stepped back to keep from splashing Kasumi or the books as she shook water from her short dark hair like a dog, it suddenly collapsed in on itself. For a brief moment a pile of shiny white paper lay on the sand and then, in a blur of motion, reformed itself into an umbrella behind Maggie’s chair. Kasumi hid her brief moment of disappointment as the tall woman hid her slender legs behind a colorful beach towel with a question.
“Did you have fun?”
Maggie nodded, a bashful smile on her face. “Yes. Your friends are very skilled and it was good to learn from them.”
A glance back at the waves revealed a petite redhead in a skimpy bikini riding the crest of a wave in the unlikely position of a handstand. Off to her right, two more girls perched on their boards but seemed to not be aware of the precariousness of their situation as they did battle with a giant spatula and an immense pair of bonbori. A crowd of young men had gathered in the shallow water to watch, hooting and hollering and placing bets with a slender young woman holding a camera. Further out, another young woman spluttered as she surfaced. Her eyes narrowed in rage and she heaved her surfboard out of the water and hurled it at the unsuspecting redhead with all the force and accuracy of a heat seeking missile, a loud cry of “Ranma, you IDIOT!” leaving her.
Kasumi turned back to her companion, not bothering to watch as the tangled mess of female limbs and surfboards and a random octopus or two smacked into the waiting masculine crowd and took out everyone but the smirking girl taking pictures of the train wreck. “But you decided to come back in?”
“Ahhn.” Maggie blushed adorably, ducking her head to dig around in the bag of books and studiously avoiding Kasumi’s eyes. “You just looked so happy that I couldn’t….”
The rest trailed off into unintelligible mumbling that was irresistible and Kasumi reached out and caught Maggie’s chin, tugged it up until the other woman had to meet her gaze.
“I am. Thank you.” And then she kissed her a second time, longer and so consumingly that neither noticed as the redheaded girl came tearing past their chair with a mob of people in her wake. Camera girl paused long enough to take a shot or two and Kasumi broke reluctantly away to fix her with a sharp look. “Keep the originals for me, Nabiki.”
The girl laughed and saluted and Kasumi turned back to recapture Maggie’s lips before she had a chance to disappear safely behind the pages of a book. Soon enough she would let the woman escape to the written world but for the time being Maggie belonged right there with her.
Prompt: Bound
Rating: R
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 500
The black steel was skin-warm to the touch even through the thin leather gloves that covered her fingertips as Hina trailed them over the gleaming metal. This was her power, her gift from the sea granted the day she’d eaten the bitter devil’s fruit. Some called her cursed but Hina never regretted her decision. Losing the ability to swim was a paltry price to pay for what she had gained. A single touch made any individual her prisoner. It was an effective tool in her role as a marine captain, her hallmark in a job she’d taken because of its promise of power and role as protector. She was not Smoker and justice weighed less heavily on her motivations but she was still proud of what she did.
Her ability was useful in other areas too and sometimes she marveled in private at how perfectly her gift suited her. Control was important to her, something she treasured all the more for living in a place as unpredictable as the Grand Line, and her skill placed those she marked at her mercy. It gave her power over them as it took their own away. She delighted in it and in the few who could surrender with any sort of grace.
Like the young woman whose flesh had warmed her steel, who lay spread-eagled on Hina’s bed, held completely open by her power. Strong slender limbs were stretched wide, wrists and ankles neatly anchored to the sturdy bedposts by black rings. Tashigi’s bare flesh was flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat and she was marked here and there with the signs of Hina’s affection. Rows of bruises, purple and swollen and left behind by Hina’s teeth marked the inside of one arm and trailed down the outside of her hip. Red stripes, cleverly and evenly laid, laddered her ribs and crossed the tops of her breasts. Her nipples were tight and tender to the touch, rough treatment having ripened them to sensitivity to the softest of caresses. Wiry black hair framed her core and the delicate folds were deep pink and glistening and so very very tempting.
Hina took off her gloves and delighted in the way dark eyelashes fluttered at the first brush of skin to skin. She traced the blue line of a vein up the inside of a strong thigh, watching as the muscles beneath jumped at the ticklish touch. Her fingernails carved crescent moons as she grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed and a soft breathy sound escaped from Tashigi’s bitten lips. It was purely encouraging, a plea for more, and Hina looked up into deep brown eyes and for a moment lost herself. They held nothing but desire and trust, and a promise that everything Hina did would be taken and used, transformed into pleasure. That melting look was Tashigi’s power for it had captured Hina as surely and completely as her steel held Tashigi captive and Hina knew she could not resist.
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Date: 2008-07-19 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-24 10:35 am (UTC)And thank you!
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Date: 2008-07-19 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-24 10:36 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2008-07-19 07:51 pm (UTC)Hina/Tashigi
Date: 2008-09-26 04:57 pm (UTC)I love the story and the two womans!
Thats my favourite pairing ever...
thats and Robin x Tashigi*-*
*glimm*
But its in english and i am very bad in english i know.
-___-
whatevery, your story is very good and i like it!
*love*