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Title: Soft skin, manicured nails ...
Fandom: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Pairing: Lisa/Hilary
Wordcount: 168
Rating: PG
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femslash100 - drabbletag5: teacup
Lisa watches how Hilary takes her teacup and drinks a little from her tea. She can’t take her eyes of these slender fingers, how graceful they hold the pretty cup. Soft skin, manicured nails …
Lisa didn’t realize it up to this point, but she’d give everything to feel these fingers on her skin. It must be a brilliant sensation to get caressed, stroked, entered by these fingers.
She bites her lip and feels her heart beating faster at this imagination …
“Oh dear, the wedding will be just lovely,” Hilary says and Lisa blinks her eyes fast, coming back to reality.
“E-Excuse me?”
Hilary gives her a little smug look. “Oh you … do I want to know what you were just thinking of?” she asks with a little wink. “Sure it was something about Will, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, Will,” Lisa smiles, a nervous hint in her voice. “Of course,” she says and takes also a sip from her tea to hide the blush on her cheeks.
Fandom: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Pairing: Lisa/Hilary
Wordcount: 168
Rating: PG
Challenge:
femslash100 - drabbletag5: teacupLisa watches how Hilary takes her teacup and drinks a little from her tea. She can’t take her eyes of these slender fingers, how graceful they hold the pretty cup. Soft skin, manicured nails …
Lisa didn’t realize it up to this point, but she’d give everything to feel these fingers on her skin. It must be a brilliant sensation to get caressed, stroked, entered by these fingers.
She bites her lip and feels her heart beating faster at this imagination …
“Oh dear, the wedding will be just lovely,” Hilary says and Lisa blinks her eyes fast, coming back to reality.
“E-Excuse me?”
Hilary gives her a little smug look. “Oh you … do I want to know what you were just thinking of?” she asks with a little wink. “Sure it was something about Will, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, Will,” Lisa smiles, a nervous hint in her voice. “Of course,” she says and takes also a sip from her tea to hide the blush on her cheeks.
