Wednesday - Femmeslash

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Today we're going to allow the ladies of our fandoms to get loved up: no men allowed! Any fandom, any femmeslash pairing. Please use the following format to help the code-monkeys:

Fringe, Astrid/Olivia, something new
Heroes, Elle/Monica, friends first
Dollhouse/BtvS, Echo/Buffy, slayers

One prompt per comment!

If the girls aren't your thing, then the Lonely Prompts index is sure to have something to inspire you!

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Fringe, Astrid/Olivia, something new

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Heroes, Elle/Monica, friends first

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Dollhouse/BtvS, Echo/Buffy, slayers

Dollhouse/BtvS, Echo/Buffy, slayers

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One second Faith’s there. The next Buffy’s looking at a wide-eyed mess who sways a little on her feet, and backs into the corner of the hotel room they’ve stopped in, two towns over from Sunnydale, the second Buffy reaches out to steady her.

The cell phone that had been pressed to Faith’s ear a minute ago lies on the floor, and all she can hear when she picks it up is a dial tone.

“Who are you?” Is a mutual question, thrown back and forth for the next couple of hours, days, before anyone’s able to get any kind of grasp on what’s going on. Faith, not-Faith, whatever they’re calling her, starts claiming her name is Echo, and with her behavior, the scared eyes, the lack of attitude, well, Buffy’s more and more inclined to believe her. She’s not Faith – Buffy understands that much – no matter what she looks like.

They catch Echo’s handler three days later. He fills in the rest of the blanks. They don’t let him take her back with him, to some Dollhouse he speaks of, instead they drop him off, unconscious, in some gas station bathroom and keep on driving.

A week later, when she’s still traveling with them mostly because no one really knows what to do with her just yet, she starts remembering bits and pieces, little things here and there, of a life they apparently imprinted on her mind.

“We were lovers,” Echo says, like maybe she’s unsure of the word, probably is, and Buffy breathes easier when she’s safe in the knowledge that they are in fact alone, out of earshot of everyone else who didn’t need to know the things she did at the end of the day, just to feel like she could get through to the next one.

“Something like that,” Buffy exhales, suddenly much more interested in the carpet beneath her feet. She tells her not to talk about that anymore, and Echo nods, does as she’s told, exactly like a child. Impressionable, Buffy decides, and unfortunately so, given the world she’s being introduced to isn’t exactly the most normal, or the friendliest.

Days later, Echo presses her lips to Buffy’s, questioning, nervous like a teenage girl with her first kiss, and Buffy passes it off as in the name of comfort, and goes with it.

She can teach that. She can’t really condone it, feels too much like she’s taken advantage here, but she can certainly teach it. Like everything else these days.

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Gundam Wing, Dorothy x Relena, two sides of a coin

Fic: Gundam Wing, Dorothy x Relena, two sides of a coin; R

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Prompt: Gundam Wing, Dorothy x Relena, two sides of a coin
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex



Dorothy had to concede that they really were a study in contrasts. Relena’s bright optimism verses her considered pessimism. Relena’s polite and politic responses verses her own cold and often rude ones. Relena’s peaceful attitude towards Global Politics versed Dorothy’s more aggressive tendencies.

Though, to Dorothy, their differences were never so apparent as they were in bed. Relena’s sweet smiles and gentle promises were met with Dorothy’s demands and pointed innuendo. Relena’s soft curves pressed against the jutting bone of Dorothy’s slender frame. Relena’s quiet cries and delicate trembling were met with Dorothy’s harsh gasps and clenching muscles.

They truly were a study in contrasts but Dorothy was absolutely certain they complimented each other perfectly.

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Card Captor Sakura, Tomoyo x Sakura, cuddle

[pleonasm]

At first it was just cuddling, and that's what best friends did, right? Tomoyo was snuggled up against Sakura's chest and if her hand was gently stroking Sakura's thigh, Sakura was much too polite to say anything.

And when the movie ended, it felt almost natural when Tomoyo leaned up and kissed her, and the kisses deepened, and Tomoyo's hand moved up her thigh to explore the breasts she had been so recently resting on, and Sakura sighed.

"Tomoyo-chan!" she said, and the other girl kissed the corner of her mouth before leaning forward and mumbling in her ear about lingerie, specially made for her dear Sakura-chan.

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza x Winry, hands

Touch

[pleonasm]

They both have rough hands, even when they wear their gloves, and the friction is rough and delicious when Riza leans forward and runs her fingers down Winry's cheek. It's been a long week in both of their professions. Winry brought a wrench to the table and had been using it to gesture with as she complained about her recent difficult repair; Riza has paper stacked beside her, a reminder of the work to do. Neither of them will be going to sleep until late.

Later, it's back to work, to the activity that roughens Winry's hands (and Riza's when she holds her firearm: gun calluses). But for the moment, Winry shuts her eyes and concentrates on Riza's hands as the alchemist's fingers dip down and slide across her shoulderblades, across her biceps, pausing to circle at the crook of her elbow before cascading down to sensitive wrists. Riza lifts one of Winry's hands and kisses her between forefinger and thumb, sucking gently and deliberately. Winry breathes loudly for a moment, in her throat, and then she's pulling her hand away and making Riza kiss her instead, letting the alchemist's fingers play with the edge of her breastband, feeling the tiny shocks of pleasure as Riza's fingertips collide with sensitive flesh.

Later they will work with steady hands, with skillful hands, but right now, those hands will be employed at something they both enjoy.

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One Piece, Nami x Vivi, missing piece

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Torchwood, Gwen/Carys, follow-up

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You haven't stopped thinking about it for days. Every time you close your eyes you can feel Carys, pressed up against you, warm and alive, wanting.

You wanted to forget, buried yourself in your job, snuggled up as close as possible to Rhys at night and tried to shut it all out. But it wouldn't leave you alone.

You went for a walk, aimlessly wandered the city trying not to think of anything at all. A shadow detached itself from a dark doorway up ahead and walked towards you, slowly materialising into Carys. Carys smiled uneasily, nervous fingers tucking her hair behind her ear as she drew closer and you feel it all again, the hot flush of lust, the need to have her in your arms again, taste her.

She takes a deep breath and you suddenly rush forward, not even sure what you're doing, but the vague need to stop her from saying whatever she's thinking. You grab her arms and yank her close, gasping at the feel of her body, tilting your head towards hers. She closes her eyes, swallows hard and closes the gap, her mouth trembles against yours and you deepen the contact, sucking her lower lip into your mouth.

She sighs into it, her arms coming up to wrap around you, and her mouth opens under yours.

It's everything you imagined and so much better.

♥

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Angel/Torchwood, Tosh/Fred, on the phone

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A bit big for here: Random Phone Call (http://jemzamia.livejournal.com/182333.html)

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"Do you know your problem, Jo?" Ruby asked as she neared the table where the girl was tied up, so tight it felt like her bones were slowly ripping apart. The knife glinted in the light from the chandalier above them. Ruby studied her carefully, trying to figure out at which angle to approach her victim. "Do you know why you fucked up so royaly?"

Jo thought of the question. There were so many things that she did wrong in this scenario. Jo had been stubborn-- determined to prove to everyone that she wasn't a little girl. She wanted to show the boys that she could take care of herself. Unfortunately, she was also far too new to the field of hunting and hadn't learned enough to make it in the field all by herself yet.

"I asked you a question, bitch! Answer me!"

The knife dug into her side, slowly.. excrutiatingly slowly, and Jo's eyes watered as a scream sounded from deep in her throat. "I messed up.. I thought-- I thought I could do it myself." She caught her breath as Ruby slowed the torture down, taking glee in the thought of how many hours she was going to be able to play with her victim. "I should have listened to Dean."

"Awww.. poor little girl, poor fucked-up little girl." Ruby sank her teeth deep into the flesh of Jo's stomach, drinking the blood that was seeping from the knife wound. She came back up and a smile flashed in her eyes. "This'll teach you not to bite off more than you can chew."

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BtVS, Buffy/Faith, violence

Push-Pull, BtVS, Buffy/Faith, violence

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Not sure this is what you were looking for. Apparently I wrote too much for comment!fic (1,000 words), so here's a snippet...

“I coulda used ya tonight, B.” The words are a harsh rasp of breath against warm skin. Buffy moans, head tilting to the side, invitation clear. Faith chuckles against her throat, breathing in her scent before mouthing against the taut skin.

“There were four of ’em.” Faith grazed her teeth against Buffy’s throat. “Got the first two off no prob. But the last two were a bitch.”

“Uh-huh.” Is all Buffy manages before she’s pulling at Faith’s hair, attacking her mouth greedily. Faith groans—a rough low sound that turns into a hiss when Buffy catches her bottom lip roughly and splits her lip open again.

“Fuck.”

The rest is HERE (http://j2-babygirl86.livejournal.com/73999.html) @ my journal.

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Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, whispers

Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, whispers

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She surges from her dreams into the arms of her maid. Gwen smells of flowers and it's enough to chase away the dark shadows of the future that lurk in Morgana's mind. "It's okay," Gwen whispers, so Morgana believes her. "I'm here: it's okay."

Gwen's fingers, hard-working yet elegant, stroke Morgana's hair and she allows Morgana to move closer to her, hiding her face against the light brown skin of her neck. Gwen's hair is loose and Morgana can feel the curls brushing against her forehead. "I can't take it any more," she whispers, a broken confession to the one woman she can trust.

Gwen holds onto her, her arms around Morgana's shoulders. It isn't right for them to touch like this – she is a lady; Gwen is a servant – but Morgana has always been the first one to rip up the rulebook. Gwen is a thousand times more worthy than any of the noblewomen in the castle. "We'll talk to Gaius tomorrow," Gwen assures her. "Once he knows that these medicines aren't working, he can help. I know he can."

He has been trying to help for years but it doesn't work; nothing works. The darkness still creeps in and will always creep in, trying to smother her. Morgana rests her head on Gwen's shoulder and closes her eyes so that she won't sob, holding onto the one woman who remains a glint of sunshine in the night.

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After Piper and Phoebe left to go pick up pizza for the long night they would spend researching this particular demon, Paige wandered through the Halliwell home. It was the first time she'd been alone there for any length of time. It was strange to have sisters now, to find them after all this time apart.

She walked into the attic and started flipping through the Book of Shadows. There was so much to learn, about life and family and being a witch. She didn't know where to even begin. She didn't want to let them down but she wondered if she was strong enough to pull this off, to be what they needed.

As a sudden, unexpected breeze blew through the attic and Paige smelled flowers in the air, she thought she heard a voice. “Be there for them and they'll be there for you.”

The scent of lilac faded away but a new strength flowed through her veins. It would be okay. She didn't know how she knew that, or why-- but she just knew. It would be okay.

-----

Prue watched as her new sister glanced around the room. Finally ready to let go of the living world, she faded away with the knowledge that her sisters would be safe. They all would. They had found their third again.

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Piper had insomnia often these days.

When she had given up getting more sleep, she would make herself some herbal tea and sit at the kitchen counter thinking about all her favorite memories.

Lately, she thought a lot about Prue.

The time Prue had punched the boy who was bullying Piper in the 3rh grade. Right in the nose.

The time Prue had caught Piper spying on her and Andy as they made out in the backseat of Andy's car. Prue hadn't even yelled. Much, anyway. Instead, she just gave Piper the birds and the bees speech and then added a few comments on privacy.

Then there was the time that Piper had tried to run away.

Most people run away form home when they're little. Piper was in her late twenties.

It was a few weeks after they discovered their powers. It was too much for Piper. She didn't know what being a witch meant. She was afraid of turning into something monstrous. She never in her life said no to her responsibilities. But this time, she couldn't do it. She left a note and snuck out to the bus station in the middle of the night.

Prue showed up before she could leave. Of course. She sat next to Piper but didn't say a word for several minutes.

Finally Piper said, "I'm sorry Prue, I don't think I can do this."

Prue looked at her. "It's your choice, Piper. We love you no matter what. But for what it's worth, I'm scared too. Terrified. But I know that we can do it. Not because Grams did it, not because Mom did it, not because some lady hundreds of years ago. Because I know us. And I know you. And I KNOW you can do this."

Piper had laughed then. She wanted to dismiss what Prue had said, but she knew that Prue was usually right. And she knew that she couldn't walk away from her sisters, even if she wanted to walk away from the witches.

Prue had leaned over and hugged her then, folding her up in her arms, literally giving Piper her shoulder to cry on. And after a while, Piper decided to return her bus ticket and go home. Neither of them ever mentioned it again, not to Phoebe or anyone else.

Piper would think about that night often. And she would mouth "Thanks, Prue" into the night air, having confidence that Prue would hear, wherever she was. And she would go upstairs, check to make sure Paige and Phoebe were safe in bed, and try again to get some sleep.

Numb3rs, Megan/Terry, profilers

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"You know..." Terry's finger drew figure eights around Megan's navel with tickling lightness. "Don thinks you're straight."

Megan stretched her arms over her head, elongating her belly as Terry switched to rubbing the flat of her palm on Megan's warm bare skin.

"Don's a good agent, but he's no profiler, that's for sure."

"You're a behavioral specialist." Terry shifted to nestle into Megan's side and Megan moved to accommodate her, wrapping an arm around her - fingers dragging lightly across the soft skin of Terry's back. "Can you always tell a person's sexual orientation? I mean, the BAU's the best we've got and their rate isn't 100 percent."

Terry felt the rumble of Megan's laughter from under her skin before she heard it aloud.

A second later Megan had flipped her, pinned her to the bed, and was hovering over with a wicked grin on her face.

"I don't need gay-dar," she taunted, lowering her naked body to brush tantalizingly against Terry's. "I only need to know when someone wants me."

She let her mouth hover just shy of Terry's lips, waiting.

"Fine," Terry said, a hint of pout in her tone before she enunciated every word into the charged air between her and Megan. "I. Want. You."

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They're naked. Technically naked, Jenny thinks, because, yes, they're without clothes, they're on Jenny's bed, but two more guarded, closed-off people you'd be hard-pressed to find. But then it's been a rough week. For everyone, but particularly them.

"So," says Jeanne, staring at Jenny's breasts, her eyes neutral, "what do we do now?"

"What do you want to do?" Jenny replies, challenging, not wanting to yield even the smallest advantage.

Jeanne shrugs. "I assumed," she says, "we were going to fuck."

"I guess that would be the plan." Jenny shifts forward, her fingers trailing over Jeanne's shoulder. Her skin is so soft, and Jenny's tired, so tired, of being on the defensive.

Jeanne watches her, quite still, then says, almost casually, "I think, maybe..." she pauses, "that I'd like to call you daddy." She looks at Jenny. "If that's okay."

Jenny hesitates, unsure if Jeanne's sincere or if this is merely designed to shock. She considers herself unshockable, but she takes a breath. "How very Freudian," she says. "But yes." She nods. "I think that would be okay."

Jeanne lays back, closes her eyes, and Jenny straddles her hips, hands roaming, questioning.

"Fuck me, daddy," Jeanne whispers, and Jenny inhales, pinning Jeanne's wrists to the bed.

"Say please," she says.

"Please." There's the slightest edge of need in Jeanne's voice and it goes straight to Jenny's core.

"Please what?"

"Please, daddy." Jeanne opens her eyes, and smiles, bites her lip. "I knew you'd understand," she says. And yes.

Jenny understands.

Rewind.

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Stop. Rewind. Play.

The clock on the kitchen wall ticks past ten, thin red hand jerking forward to mark each second, and Jess pulls a baking sheet out of the oven with one hand while turning it off with the other. The oven mitts land crooked when she tosses them, one on the countertop, one slipping off, and the doorbell rings before she can retrieve it.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I broke down just outside, can I use your phone?"

Jess lets her use the phone while the cookies cool, and waits with her out by the car as the tow truck takes its sweet time. They talk about the weather, about school, about Sam and a dozen other men just like him.

She's still outside on the sidewalk when Sam and his brother finally pull up, watching the tow truck take a right at the corner and drive out of sight.

"Who was that?" he says, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind and kissing her hair.

"Just some girl," says Jess with her eyes still on the road. An uneasy feeling shakes her, but passes as quickly as it came on. "Did you find your dad?"

"No," says Sam, and takes her inside and tells her everything.

Two years later and Jess hasn't seen Sam in months, nor heard from him in weeks, when he bursts in her front door with his brother and someone else in his wake. Jess has a horsehair brush in her hand and paint in her hair and somehow she knew when he came back it would happen like this.

"I need a favor," he says, touching her painted hair with wary fingertips. It's as intimate as she knows he's going to get anymore. "Jo needs a safe place to stay."

Jess knows that face. No, not Sam's, not Dean's, but the other. She first saw that face on the day everything changed and she's never forgotten.

"Car broke down again?" she says, smiling even in the face of three weary, solemn expressions. Sam and Dean don't know what she's saying but Jo does, Jess can see it in her eyes.

"We can't stay, Jess," says Sam, apologizing again, but Jess has had enough of those apologies. They're long past the point where he needs to apologize anymore. Their lives are entwined in a different way now.

"Of course you can't," she says. "What is it this time, Sam?"

He winces, but she's had enough of that, too. Of the two of them Jess might've been the party girl, but at their core she always was the pragmatic one.

"Never mind," she says. "Go do what you have to do. Jo and I will be fine here."

"We'll call," says Sam, and Dean gives her a nod - she and Dean, they always did get one another - before steering his brother out the door.

"So he's your Sam," says Jo, pulling her hood back and pushing damp, stained hair off her face. "The world just got a little smaller."

"He was my Sam," says Jess, and puts the kettle on for tea.

When Jo pulls a bead of tacky paint from Jess's hair, the touch holds a lot more promise than Sam's.

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“So, what're you in for?” Ruby asked as she paced the cell. In between torture sessions, Hell could be quite boring. She relished getting a new roommate with fresh blood; it gave her someone to toy with. “Did you sell your soul for a lover who didn't love you back? Or maybe killed someone over a job promotion?”

Bela was curled up in a ball in the corner of their shared cell, too scared to talk for once in her life. Though this couldn't exactly be called her life anymore. It was something else, something different, something that would go on for eternity. “I sold my soul to a crossroads demon.”

Ruby sat across from her latest diversion. “And why pray-tell would you do that?”

“I wanted him to kill my parents.” Bela placed her forehead back on her knees, not willing to talk about it anymore. She wanted out, she would have done anything right then to stop the pain. Footsteps down the hallways caused both girls to look up, wondering if they were coming for one of them. “Oh god--”

“God won't help you here.” Ruby shook her head, “You've been a bad little girl. We both have. And all we have left are our punishments.” She placed a hand on Bela's naked leg, caressing it while the girl starred at her with a shocked expression. “Though, it doesn't have to be all bad, now does it? What do you say we have some fun before big ol' nasty puts us back on the rack?”

Bela nodded, uncurling herself from the tight ball she'd wrapped herself into and opened her legs for the only one who had shown her any sympathy ever since she'd arrived. She needed this more than she could possibly say.

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St Trinian's (2008), Kelly Jones/Annabelle Fritton, initiation

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St Trinian's/Gossip Girl, Kelly Jones/Blair Waldorf, on the same level

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Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, lie.

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((This is kind of meant to be an insert into...whatever episode that is, early on, with the plague and Gwen gets charged with being a sorceress and we see Morgana leaving the cells crying. I'm too lazy to look it up.))

Gwen lay against the wall, her eyes dull. She heard soft footsteps approaching, but didn't look up until a low voice called, "Gwen?"

Morgana was standing on the other side of the bars, her expression lost. Gwen stood and threaded her fingers through, wanting to soothe the worry away from her lady's face but not quite having the courage to reach out.

"Gwen..." Morgana started, but Gwen interrupted.

"My lady, please, forgive me, but I am not guilty of this crime. They will hang me and that is their right and their will but I want you to know...I did not lie to you."

She let her fingers fall from the bars, dropping her eyes. "I want you to know that I would never lie to you."

She chanced a glance upwards and found Morgana's eyes hard and angry. "It may be their will, but it is not their right." She hissed, and threaded her own hands through the bars to take Gwen's, turning them over to examine the marks that the ropes had made. Her hands were gentle, her fingers soft as only a noblewoman's could be. She grasped Gwen's hands tight, and looked her in the eye.

"I will do everything in my power to prove you innocent." She whispered fiercely. "If by my word or deed I can prevent it, you shall not die this day."

Gwen felt tears start behind her eyes, her heart rising to her throat, full of both honor and bitter sorrow. She leaned her forehead against the bars. "My lady..." She whispered, and Morgana, too, was crying, her own tears silent and graceful like everything else about her. She pressed a kiss into Gwen's hair and then one on each of her hands, and then was gone in a swirl of velvet and silk.

Gwen stared at her hands, sure that somehow, they were brighter, cleaner, lovelier after having been touched by her lady's lips.

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Primeval, Claudia/Helen, vicious.

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Helen's mouth was vicious, hard on hers, biting at her lip. Her hands were tight on Claudia's arms, squeezing hard and pressing her close.

Helen finally pulled back, eyes dark, licking red lips. She grinned down the hallway, eyes locking with Nick's before turning and running full pelt away.

Nick's hands rested on Claudia's shoulders.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

Claudia shook her head and watched Nick take off down the hallway.

Claudia raised her fingers to her lips and watched him go.

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Supernatural, Bela/Ruby#1, trick.

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Bela was always one step ahead of the competitors. She could figure out the intricacies of any plan and prepare for any trick. It kept her from being surprised or hurt. It kept her alive. “So, you'll help save my soul if I have sex with you?”

“I can save you, if you let me.” Ruby nodded, but Bela saw through the demon girl.

“Right.” Bela pretended she believed and began stripping off her shirt. “You'll keep the hellhounds at bay, while I slip right past them. For a quick one night stand? It seems like a good deal which may benefit both of us. I accept.”

Ruby thought she had her beat, but Bela wasn't in it for the saving grace. She knew there was nothing that could stop the demons from coming for her-- but at least she could have some fun while still here on Earth. And fucking this gorgeous blond demon? What could be more fun than that?

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Primeval, Abby/Claudia, miss you.