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3 Femslash ficlets, one Iron Man 2, 2 Doctor Who
I figured I'd clear out my 'random ficlets' file. Some of them were posted. Some not.
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: 1 = R, 2 & 3 = PG for kissing.
Fandoms: Iron Man 2, Doctor Who
Length: short.
1. Natalie/Pepper, allies (femslash smut)
2. Melanie Bush/Janet the stewardess (from Terror of the Vervoids)
"I've always liked girls in short skirts," Mel says, giggling a little when Janet tilts her head and looks annoyed.
They've stolen a moment after the storm as it were. Mel doesn't want to think about what went before (the dying screams of a race that wanted to destroy her still echo in her mind), and focusing on Janet, will work. For the moment.
Mel kisses Janet's mouth, startling them both.
Janet smells like sweat and talcum powder and Mel slides her hands to Janet's waist, holding her still. If this is heaven or hell, she doesn't want to know which.
People are dead, but they're both blocking it out. Mel doesn't want to think about what she saw (a pile of bodies, a desecration of their lives that still twists in her gut); Janet doesn't want to think about the people she knew who are dead.
Janet kisses Mel back before either can say something stupid.
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3. Bernice Summerfield/Romanadvoratrelundar (during 'Blood Harvest')
Waking up tangled with another person, her head aching and the taste of something dead in her mouth was certainly the sort of thing Bernice Summerfield had gotten used to over the years. Well, the head aching part. She usually woke up alone.
The Lady Romanandvoratrelundar smelled of flowers, of course. Or something vaguely green and leafy and fresh. Benny tried not to hate her for that, considering they'd spent, well, the night... she wasn't entirely sure what they'd spent the night doing, and trying to think about that was just making her head hurt worse. She coughed to clear her throat, and Romana woke up, her body going tense.
"This is awkward," Benny said, then winced at having spoken her thought aloud. Maybe it was the muzzy, thick feeling in her head. She shifted a little, hoping Romana wouldn't take it the wrong way.
Romana stretched a little, eyes clear as she looked at Benny in the grey light trickling through the slats on the window. "Isn't it just."
A fist pounded on the door, boots scuffing the floor boards in the passage outside. "Lady Romana? The Lord Yarven wishes to speak with you."
Benny closed her eyes, concentrating very hard. If she tried, Romana would disappear, and this whole thing would be but a dream.
"It never works," Romana murmured before she climbed out of the bed, leaving Benny feeling rather silly.
"Please tell me there's more wine," Benny suggested, "Even some Altarian brandy wouldn't go amiss." She didn't do these sorts of things, after all (except when she did).
"I'm afraid it's lukewarm water and spoiled wine," was Romana's reply.
Just her luck. Benny pulled the covers over head. Perhaps if she stayed quiet and didn't move, no one would notice her.
Failing that, at least she'd have boasting rights when she saw the Doctor next.
-f-
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: 1 = R, 2 & 3 = PG for kissing.
Fandoms: Iron Man 2, Doctor Who
Length: short.
1. Natalie/Pepper, allies (femslash smut)
2. Melanie Bush/Janet the stewardess (from Terror of the Vervoids)
"I've always liked girls in short skirts," Mel says, giggling a little when Janet tilts her head and looks annoyed.
They've stolen a moment after the storm as it were. Mel doesn't want to think about what went before (the dying screams of a race that wanted to destroy her still echo in her mind), and focusing on Janet, will work. For the moment.
Mel kisses Janet's mouth, startling them both.
Janet smells like sweat and talcum powder and Mel slides her hands to Janet's waist, holding her still. If this is heaven or hell, she doesn't want to know which.
People are dead, but they're both blocking it out. Mel doesn't want to think about what she saw (a pile of bodies, a desecration of their lives that still twists in her gut); Janet doesn't want to think about the people she knew who are dead.
Janet kisses Mel back before either can say something stupid.
---
3. Bernice Summerfield/Romanadvoratrelundar (during 'Blood Harvest')
Waking up tangled with another person, her head aching and the taste of something dead in her mouth was certainly the sort of thing Bernice Summerfield had gotten used to over the years. Well, the head aching part. She usually woke up alone.
The Lady Romanandvoratrelundar smelled of flowers, of course. Or something vaguely green and leafy and fresh. Benny tried not to hate her for that, considering they'd spent, well, the night... she wasn't entirely sure what they'd spent the night doing, and trying to think about that was just making her head hurt worse. She coughed to clear her throat, and Romana woke up, her body going tense.
"This is awkward," Benny said, then winced at having spoken her thought aloud. Maybe it was the muzzy, thick feeling in her head. She shifted a little, hoping Romana wouldn't take it the wrong way.
Romana stretched a little, eyes clear as she looked at Benny in the grey light trickling through the slats on the window. "Isn't it just."
A fist pounded on the door, boots scuffing the floor boards in the passage outside. "Lady Romana? The Lord Yarven wishes to speak with you."
Benny closed her eyes, concentrating very hard. If she tried, Romana would disappear, and this whole thing would be but a dream.
"It never works," Romana murmured before she climbed out of the bed, leaving Benny feeling rather silly.
"Please tell me there's more wine," Benny suggested, "Even some Altarian brandy wouldn't go amiss." She didn't do these sorts of things, after all (except when she did).
"I'm afraid it's lukewarm water and spoiled wine," was Romana's reply.
Just her luck. Benny pulled the covers over head. Perhaps if she stayed quiet and didn't move, no one would notice her.
Failing that, at least she'd have boasting rights when she saw the Doctor next.
-f-
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