o l e a n d e r . h e a r t

Oleander Heart
[by victoria p.]

Rating: Adult

Summary: Kate is deadly.

Notes: This just popped into my head and demanded to be written.

Date: May 19, 2005

Kate is deadly, the kind of woman men fight for, die for, while she walks through the wreckage untouched -- untouchable -- almost inhuman in her beauty.

But Sun is touching her now, petal-soft skin and fine hair damp with sweat beneath questing fingers. Sun kisses her ankles, slides her lips along Kate's calves, licks at the spot behind her knee, tasting salt and sand and a hint of soap.

Kate whimpers and spreads her legs, her fingers curling in Sun's hair, urging her on, but Sun takes her time. She has never done this with another woman, and she knows only how she prefers to be touched. Touching Kate is both like and unlike touching herself, moist warm places opening under her fingers, the rich sharp scent of arousal tickling her nose.

Sun slides her fingers along Kate's slick, wet folds and Kate arches her back. Sun looks up to see her, small breasts and flat belly untouched by the sun as yet, the leaves overhead casting shadowed bands across her body. Her full lower lip is caught between even white teeth, small, needy sounds escaping as Sun finds her clit and rubs. Kate's nipples are ripe and pink as oleander, and Sun wonders briefly if they're as deadly before closing her lips over one, licking and sucking, desperately aware of her own nipples taut and aching against the soft cotton of her bra, and the wet rush of desire between her own thighs.

Kate writhes under Sun's touch, and Sun feels heady with power as she moves her lips along pale, sun-warmed skin, tentatively thrusting two fingers into the tight, wet heat of Kate's body.

"Please," Kate gasps, and arches into her mouth when Sun presses her mouth to Kate's cunt. Sun blushes at the naked desire in it, the need, even as she licks at Kate's clit, swallowing hard at the sharp salt taste of earth and sea, unused to the open softness of another woman beneath her mouth and hands.

Kate bows and strains into Sun's touch, pleading incoherently for release as Sun increases the pace of her fingers, and the stroke of her tongue. And then Kate comes with a sharp cry that subsides into a soft, breathy moan, her body open and quivering, her hands fisting in Sun's hair, in the sand.

If there's poison in her, Sun thinks wildly, pulling away, it's in me now.

Kate must sense the change because she sits up, takes Sun's hand in hers. "Hey," she says softly, like someone gentling a wild animal. "Hey, it's all right."

Unsatisfied desire still heating her body, Sun thinks that for Kate, it always will be all right, but those who touch her are not that lucky.

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