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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things AMC's The Terror (2018). Go nuts!
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FILL: Irving/Little (but lesbians), fisting
(Anonymous) 2022-10-07 06:02 am (UTC)(link)"Oh," says Eleanor faintly, and then, "God. God - won't it hurt?"
"No," Jane says. She sounds nearly peevish, and Eleanor breathes a laugh through her nose. Jane stiffens a little and Eleanor is worried for a moment that she will turn haughty and call it all off. She slides her fingers free and Jane makes a raw little whimper.
For a moment they are silent. Eleanor's hand hangs stupidly in the dark between them - it has a dim glow in the slice of grey moonlight between the two curtain-halves. "How must I…?" she says, and Jane says nothing at all.
At first she fumbles it, trying to force it like a wedge, until she thinks to narrow her hand by folding in her thumb. Jane is wide open and she can work herself inside, turning her wrist, making way, until she feels the fat muscle at the base of her palm founder against the lip of her - her, Jane, who is breathing now in little fits, who is whispering something that sounds suspiciously prayerful.
Eleanor presses up until there is a little burst of pressure and she nudges inside altogether. She feels that in her gut, a bolt of hard warmth. Jane cries out, smothering the cry with her own hand. Her cunny wrings at Eleanor's fingers; it feels like a muscle, like a mouth, hot and raw, drawing taut when Eleanor twists her wrist.
"Oh, God," Jane is saying, "oh, my God," and Eleanor flinches a little, embarrassed, because this now is certainly a prayer. But she keeps it up, moving inside her - she is more caught up in it than she had realised, it is work to keep steady and slow, she wants to drive hard into her.
Jane's fingertips butt briefly against the inside of Eleanor's wrist; she is rutting against her own palm. Eleanor lets out a little groan and immediately Jane yanks her hand back. For God's sake, Eleanor thinks, and shifts so she can work her over with her other hand. The bud of her is swollen hard, too slippery to catch - Eleanor wants it in her mouth, the want sudden and mortifyingly acute. The logistics of it though are just now beyond her, and she keeps to her task, pressing at Jane in hard flexing circles until she sobs and twists and cinches around Eleanor's hand with such a force that she is a little alarmed.
When she draws her hand out it is sore and hot - well-used - and wet past the wrist. She wipes it on the thin sheet and regrets it at once, knows with a pang of dread that she has left behind blood, a handprint; but when she holds the cloth up to the weak light from the window there is only a smear of translucence like she has rubbed at a fogged mirror.
Jane is still lying slack but has plainly come back to herself a little: Eleanor feels herself watched. She makes no move for Jane - it is hard to guess at what she will permit from one occasion to the next. "Are you quite fine?" she says, and Jane says nothing but pulls Eleanor down on top of her - terribly awkward about it, but the relief is unexpectedly sharp. She rocks against Jane's sweet plump thigh and then hitches up to grind against the point of her hip, and her crisis comes on so quickly there is a little ribbon of pain in it. When it is through her though she feels warm and loose and bright, and strokes fumblingly at Jane's sleek hair, which has come out of its plait and is spread over the pillow.
Presently she gets up and fetches the water glass from her bedside table for them to share. It is tinny and there is not enough of it. Already she can feel Jane becoming cool with her, though she is collegial enough as they haul the bedding back up onto the mattress and set it aright. Jane will need a fortnight or so to repent of this, and she will be churlish about it - Eleanor cannot hold it against her. Just now she feels quite gently towards her, quite comradely; she is glad they were thrown together this way, in this house. Eleanor will be sorry when she goes, though God knows the children will not. She finds the candlestick and lights it again, that Jane may go safely back to her room.
Re: FILL: Irving/Little (but lesbians), fisting
(Anonymous) 2022-10-07 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Irving/Little (but lesbians), fisting
(Anonymous) 2022-10-08 06:52 am (UTC)(link)