White Roses
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madame_dennaPairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: hm.. smut & feelings?
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
Written for:
lots_pornbattle.
Prompts: 'wedding dress, nostalgia'
"I'm getting married today."
"I know." Cara's expression is calm, as her voice is even, "that's the reason I am here. To congratulate you."
Denna lets out an unbelieving snort, "so you claim, you did congratulate me, and yet - you are still here."
"What?" Cara stops walking around in the small room, her eyes fixing on Denna, looking so breathtakingly beautiful in the white wedding dress she is wearing. "You don't believe me?"
Denna shakes her head, "no." Breaking eye-contact she turns her back to Cara and fiddles with the bouquet of white roses lying on the table next to the wall. "You cannot stay."
It's the way Denna says it, or more what she doesn't say, that peaks Cara's interest. She knows she has only this day – these fleeting moments - to make things right. So she dares and risks everything then there is nothing left she could lose anymore, "but you want me to."
She waits for Denna to deny it - to lie to her, but she doesn't. For a moment the bride of another stays silent before she just repeats herself, "you cannot stay."
And then Cara is close, goosebumps rise on Denna's pale skin as her fingertips stroke faintly over her neck. She feels Denna's pulse jump beneath her fingers.
"I always wanted to see you in such a dress." Cara says, pressing her body from behind close against Denna's, her fingers trail down Denna's exposed throat. "Why wouldn't you let me make you an honorable woman?"
"Nothing in the world could make an honorable woman of me." Denna's words are nothing more than a breathy whisper, betraying her claim not to be affected by Cara's sudden closeness.
"You could have been mine. And I - could've been yours. This is wrong Denna and you know it is."
Denna shivers as Cara's fingers reach her neckline, teasing the smooth skin where the swell of her breasts disappears under the white, tight fitting dress.
"Cara." It sounds like a beg, it might be a plea to stop touching, tempting her, but Cara likes to believe Denna wants her to continue and takes it as an invitation to slide her fingers between the material and Denna's skin. A quiet gasp leaves Denna's lips, when her fingers reach her most sensitive flesh. Cara smiles when Denna presses slightly back against her.
"Come with me." Cara continues, her other hand travels down to the hem of Denna dress, the material makes rustling noises as she is fisting it in her trembling hand. A strangled sound escapes Denna's throat when Cara's hand shoves the dress upwards and her fingers caress the bare skin of her leg, slowly all the way up to her inner thigh.
"Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to leave and I will go."
Her fingers don't stop their ascent then Denna doesn't say a word and lets it happen, then after a moment Denna's head falls backwards against her shoulder as if in surrender, soft fingertips swirling in small circles as they are nearing their target.
The sharp intake of breath as she brushes over Denna's smallclothes, tells her that Denna can't deny how much she wants this - her, even when she is still unable to voice it aloud. The fact that Denna won't tell her to leave lets her heart beat faster each second that passes by. There is still a chance. A chance that Denna won't send her away again.
"Come with me." Cara repeats and it sounds like a plea even to her own ears but for once she doesn't care.
Denna's breathing is labored and when her hand slips past the by now soaked barrier, a quiet moan escapes Denna's lips. Cara holds her close, one hand is burried between her legs, spreading the slick wetness that covers her fingers all over Denna's sex, while the other tweaks and teases a swollen erect nipple. Cara clamps her mouth onto Denna's neck, biting down hard on the pale flawless skin, leaving a mark of possession. The quiet noises that Denna is making now are reflections of desperate need and only spurring her on more.
When Cara finally pulls her mouth away, Denna is there - giving in, capturing her lips in soul searing kiss, her tongue flicking wildly inside her mouth, making her knees weak and her body tremble against Denna's.
Denna whimpers into her mouth, when her fingers finally slide inside, her thumb finds the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft that makes Denna moan deeply as she strokes over it again and again. "Cara…" Denna whispers, the movements of her body becoming quicker and more erratic as she pushes against the strong fingers inside of her. As she reaches her peak, Denna wraps her hand around the back of Cara's neck and pulls her forward into a torrid kiss, moaning her release into lips slick with sweat. Her body shudders wildly and Cara can feel her thighs clench and spasm until she collapses against the warm softness of Cara's body behind her.
For a moment they stay like this in each others arms, kissing still when the last shudders of her high have subsided.
"Come with me," Cara tries again, when Denna rests her temple against her own, forcing her breathing to calm down.
It's one single whispered word that shapes her future.
"Okay."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: hm.. smut & feelings?
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
Written for:
lots_pornbattle.Prompts: 'wedding dress, nostalgia'
"I'm getting married today."
"I know." Cara's expression is calm, as her voice is even, "that's the reason I am here. To congratulate you."
Denna lets out an unbelieving snort, "so you claim, you did congratulate me, and yet - you are still here."
"What?" Cara stops walking around in the small room, her eyes fixing on Denna, looking so breathtakingly beautiful in the white wedding dress she is wearing. "You don't believe me?"
Denna shakes her head, "no." Breaking eye-contact she turns her back to Cara and fiddles with the bouquet of white roses lying on the table next to the wall. "You cannot stay."
It's the way Denna says it, or more what she doesn't say, that peaks Cara's interest. She knows she has only this day – these fleeting moments - to make things right. So she dares and risks everything then there is nothing left she could lose anymore, "but you want me to."
She waits for Denna to deny it - to lie to her, but she doesn't. For a moment the bride of another stays silent before she just repeats herself, "you cannot stay."
And then Cara is close, goosebumps rise on Denna's pale skin as her fingertips stroke faintly over her neck. She feels Denna's pulse jump beneath her fingers.
"I always wanted to see you in such a dress." Cara says, pressing her body from behind close against Denna's, her fingers trail down Denna's exposed throat. "Why wouldn't you let me make you an honorable woman?"
"Nothing in the world could make an honorable woman of me." Denna's words are nothing more than a breathy whisper, betraying her claim not to be affected by Cara's sudden closeness.
"You could have been mine. And I - could've been yours. This is wrong Denna and you know it is."
Denna shivers as Cara's fingers reach her neckline, teasing the smooth skin where the swell of her breasts disappears under the white, tight fitting dress.
"Cara." It sounds like a beg, it might be a plea to stop touching, tempting her, but Cara likes to believe Denna wants her to continue and takes it as an invitation to slide her fingers between the material and Denna's skin. A quiet gasp leaves Denna's lips, when her fingers reach her most sensitive flesh. Cara smiles when Denna presses slightly back against her.
"Come with me." Cara continues, her other hand travels down to the hem of Denna dress, the material makes rustling noises as she is fisting it in her trembling hand. A strangled sound escapes Denna's throat when Cara's hand shoves the dress upwards and her fingers caress the bare skin of her leg, slowly all the way up to her inner thigh.
"Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to leave and I will go."
Her fingers don't stop their ascent then Denna doesn't say a word and lets it happen, then after a moment Denna's head falls backwards against her shoulder as if in surrender, soft fingertips swirling in small circles as they are nearing their target.
The sharp intake of breath as she brushes over Denna's smallclothes, tells her that Denna can't deny how much she wants this - her, even when she is still unable to voice it aloud. The fact that Denna won't tell her to leave lets her heart beat faster each second that passes by. There is still a chance. A chance that Denna won't send her away again.
"Come with me." Cara repeats and it sounds like a plea even to her own ears but for once she doesn't care.
Denna's breathing is labored and when her hand slips past the by now soaked barrier, a quiet moan escapes Denna's lips. Cara holds her close, one hand is burried between her legs, spreading the slick wetness that covers her fingers all over Denna's sex, while the other tweaks and teases a swollen erect nipple. Cara clamps her mouth onto Denna's neck, biting down hard on the pale flawless skin, leaving a mark of possession. The quiet noises that Denna is making now are reflections of desperate need and only spurring her on more.
When Cara finally pulls her mouth away, Denna is there - giving in, capturing her lips in soul searing kiss, her tongue flicking wildly inside her mouth, making her knees weak and her body tremble against Denna's.
Denna whimpers into her mouth, when her fingers finally slide inside, her thumb finds the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft that makes Denna moan deeply as she strokes over it again and again. "Cara…" Denna whispers, the movements of her body becoming quicker and more erratic as she pushes against the strong fingers inside of her. As she reaches her peak, Denna wraps her hand around the back of Cara's neck and pulls her forward into a torrid kiss, moaning her release into lips slick with sweat. Her body shudders wildly and Cara can feel her thighs clench and spasm until she collapses against the warm softness of Cara's body behind her.
For a moment they stay like this in each others arms, kissing still when the last shudders of her high have subsided.
"Come with me," Cara tries again, when Denna rests her temple against her own, forcing her breathing to calm down.
It's one single whispered word that shapes her future.
"Okay."
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Date: 2012-10-23 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-23 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-23 12:56 am (UTC)This line was especially poignant to me:
"Nothing in the world could make an honorable woman of me." Denna's words are nothing more than a breathy whisper, betraying her claim not to be affected by Cara's sudden closeness.
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Date: 2012-10-23 04:56 pm (UTC)Thank you!
(btw: I'm still not able to get that grin off my face..)
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Date: 2012-10-23 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-23 04:57 pm (UTC)(I'm still hoping for sth from you soon! :P)
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Date: 2012-10-23 07:19 pm (UTC)truly enjoyed it
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Date: 2012-10-25 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-02 06:19 pm (UTC)I was honestly expecting Denna to somehow crush Cara at the end. Am I glad to be wrong! They deserve a happy ending from time to time.
Beautiful story.
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Date: 2012-11-03 08:59 pm (UTC)Thank you for taking the time to comment and I'm glad that you enjoyed reading! Thanks!!