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ficlet: untitled Coupling threesome femslash, PG13/R
This was written for the member of the week thingie over at femslash_land.
PG13/R? Sex, language, adult situations, naked people. Sally/Susan/Jane.
"This doesn't make us lesbians, does it?" Sally sounded rather uncertain, which just made Susan fight not to laugh. Then again, being draped half-naked over your best friend while your sort-of-acquaintance snores next to both of you wasn't the sort of thing Susan was truly expecting to happen. OK, maybe it was, at this point. After all, they'd managed to do this a total of ten times.
So she shrugged and opened her mouth to reply--using the standard excuse Sally had decided upon. "I don't think it technically does."
The snoring stopped, and Jane opened one eye, "I know you've said it's best if I don't talk, Susan, but I think it happening more than three times qualifies as at least bi-sexual."
"I thought we were all people-sexual," Susan joked.
Jane shrugged, an elegant and slightly cat-like move even while she was lying down. "I'm flexible, too."
"And thank god for that," Sally muttered.
Remembering just how useful Jane's flexibility was, Susan smiled and pushed herself up a little so that she could get a hand on one of Jane's breasts. It was sort of a thank-you. "Anyway, Sally," she said, while Jane's smug little smile deepened, "I don't think we can claim to be completely straight anymore."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Susan didn't remember just why they'd never gotten rid of Jane in these moments--perhaps it was that they'd tried and Jane inevitably didn't go. Not that she minded anymore. Much. "Besides, we always have this conversation. Just give up, Sally. You like women."
"Not all women. Not those ones that hang round bars and look desperate."
Susan dropped her head to Sally's shoulder and sighed, "Sally, we are those women."
"I'm not desperate," said Jane, pushing up on an elbow so that she could lick Susan's neck, an obvious invitation for the next round.
"No," agreed Susan, her tone amused, "Of course you aren't."
"I just like eating you out," Jane murmured, her mouth beginning to do interesting things to Susan's lassitude. "Is that so wrong?"
Sally harrumphed, "If you're going to do that on top of me, I shall complain."
"Loudly?" asked Susan, her hand gliding over Sally's hip.
"Very loudly," confirmed Sally. "And," she added, as Susan pushed up a little and Jane wriggled, and suddenly Sally was being slowly ravished by both of them, "we are still not lesbians."
"Shut up, Sally," suggested Susan.
Jane's reply involved more tongue than Sally really required, but it all worked out. In the end.
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PG13/R? Sex, language, adult situations, naked people. Sally/Susan/Jane.
"This doesn't make us lesbians, does it?" Sally sounded rather uncertain, which just made Susan fight not to laugh. Then again, being draped half-naked over your best friend while your sort-of-acquaintance snores next to both of you wasn't the sort of thing Susan was truly expecting to happen. OK, maybe it was, at this point. After all, they'd managed to do this a total of ten times.
So she shrugged and opened her mouth to reply--using the standard excuse Sally had decided upon. "I don't think it technically does."
The snoring stopped, and Jane opened one eye, "I know you've said it's best if I don't talk, Susan, but I think it happening more than three times qualifies as at least bi-sexual."
"I thought we were all people-sexual," Susan joked.
Jane shrugged, an elegant and slightly cat-like move even while she was lying down. "I'm flexible, too."
"And thank god for that," Sally muttered.
Remembering just how useful Jane's flexibility was, Susan smiled and pushed herself up a little so that she could get a hand on one of Jane's breasts. It was sort of a thank-you. "Anyway, Sally," she said, while Jane's smug little smile deepened, "I don't think we can claim to be completely straight anymore."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Susan didn't remember just why they'd never gotten rid of Jane in these moments--perhaps it was that they'd tried and Jane inevitably didn't go. Not that she minded anymore. Much. "Besides, we always have this conversation. Just give up, Sally. You like women."
"Not all women. Not those ones that hang round bars and look desperate."
Susan dropped her head to Sally's shoulder and sighed, "Sally, we are those women."
"I'm not desperate," said Jane, pushing up on an elbow so that she could lick Susan's neck, an obvious invitation for the next round.
"No," agreed Susan, her tone amused, "Of course you aren't."
"I just like eating you out," Jane murmured, her mouth beginning to do interesting things to Susan's lassitude. "Is that so wrong?"
Sally harrumphed, "If you're going to do that on top of me, I shall complain."
"Loudly?" asked Susan, her hand gliding over Sally's hip.
"Very loudly," confirmed Sally. "And," she added, as Susan pushed up a little and Jane wriggled, and suddenly Sally was being slowly ravished by both of them, "we are still not lesbians."
"Shut up, Sally," suggested Susan.
Jane's reply involved more tongue than Sally really required, but it all worked out. In the end.
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HAH. That is awesome.
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