Yvi

Gazebo!sex complete. Djinn, this is for you, and I hope very much that it passes muster.

Title: Swimming Upstream
Pairing: Amber (Cutthroat Bitch)/Cuddy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own ’em, making no profit off ’em, etc.
Word Count: 1,946
Spoilers: 97 Seconds, The Right Stuff

Summary: Wherein Amber and Cuddy have sex in a gazebo. Co-starring nostalgia, toile, and the unrated version of The Sound of Music.

Notes: Ages ago, fallen_arazil prompted me by saying she'd like to see femslash featuring Cuddy "not necessarily in drag but dressed in a very masculine fashion, for whatever reason." This is the result.

( She once showed up for Thanksgiving wearing a tie, hair slicked back in a bun, talking about a partner just to watch everyone’s eyebrows climb higher and higher. )

I am honing my abysmal brevity skills. *nods staunchly* In order to entertain my insomnia and learn to stop second-guessing my writing, I've decided to join prompt_a_day. The name pretty much says it all--the comm doles out a daily writing prompt, people respond in the comments. Being a shy little ivy vine, I'm clinging to the safety of my own LJ for now. This not-second-guessing thing is a process.


283: Things went too far


Things had gone too far. He came through the front door, stepped on a Virgin Mary cookie cutter, and narrowly avoided skidding face-first into the kitchen wall. Limbs windmilling like a blindfolded ice skater, he took in the scene. Countertops were smeared with margarine and scattered with marzipan crumbs. Something he could only assume was either Leopold's flan or a particularly stubborn mold was haphazardly inhabiting a mixing bowl precariously perched atop the toaster oven. Leopold himself, serendipitous as ever, was nowhere to be seen. This was so far past too far he was choking on the horizon, but somehow he managed one good vocalization. "What the fuck?"