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femslash100 Challenge #51: Lust)
Author: Angie
Site: Girlie Stuff
Fandom: Jem (Misfits-centric)
Pairing: Pizzazz/Roxy
Rating: R
Word count: 200
A/N: OK, so I was writing for this challenge and Kaylee and Inara were refusing to make with the lust (they're so bloody obstinate sometimes), so Roxy and Pizzazz obliged. I never really write sex and I've never written Misfits!Fic before so this is a bizarre outing for me all round.
There’s something about the way Roxy holds a guitar that affects Pizzazz. It’s not like she hasn’t wanted people before; she has. But with Roxy it’s not just want. It’s need.
Backstage, she grabs Roxy and slams her against the nearest wall. Their mouths crash together, both fighting to dominate the kiss. Roxy’s hand finds Pizzazz’s breast and squeezes, just too hard. The kiss breaks off as Pizzazz wrenches her mouth away, a barely restrained shriek echoing in the empty corridor. Roxy takes the opening and leans in to bite down on Pizzazz’s shoulder, her hand tracing up the inside of Pizzazz’s thigh and into her panties.
Any vestige of control Pizzazz had is gone as Roxy enters her. She grinds into Roxy’s hand, her climax coming faster and harder than usual, with the ghost of a scream. When the breath returns to her body she steps away and pushes her skirt down. Roxy’s eyes are dark, her breathing fast and laboured. Pizzazz looks her up and down. Then turns and walks away.
She takes what she needs and doesn’t have to give anything back. That’s always been the way of it. But she hates that, sometimes, she wants to.
femslash100 Challenge #51: Lust)Author: Angie
Site: Girlie Stuff
Fandom: Jem (Misfits-centric)
Pairing: Pizzazz/Roxy
Rating: R
Word count: 200
A/N: OK, so I was writing for this challenge and Kaylee and Inara were refusing to make with the lust (they're so bloody obstinate sometimes), so Roxy and Pizzazz obliged. I never really write sex and I've never written Misfits!Fic before so this is a bizarre outing for me all round.
There’s something about the way Roxy holds a guitar that affects Pizzazz. It’s not like she hasn’t wanted people before; she has. But with Roxy it’s not just want. It’s need.
Backstage, she grabs Roxy and slams her against the nearest wall. Their mouths crash together, both fighting to dominate the kiss. Roxy’s hand finds Pizzazz’s breast and squeezes, just too hard. The kiss breaks off as Pizzazz wrenches her mouth away, a barely restrained shriek echoing in the empty corridor. Roxy takes the opening and leans in to bite down on Pizzazz’s shoulder, her hand tracing up the inside of Pizzazz’s thigh and into her panties.
Any vestige of control Pizzazz had is gone as Roxy enters her. She grinds into Roxy’s hand, her climax coming faster and harder than usual, with the ghost of a scream. When the breath returns to her body she steps away and pushes her skirt down. Roxy’s eyes are dark, her breathing fast and laboured. Pizzazz looks her up and down. Then turns and walks away.
She takes what she needs and doesn’t have to give anything back. That’s always been the way of it. But she hates that, sometimes, she wants to.
