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Challenge: This one
Title: Natural
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radarhunnihawk’s challenge
Warning: Uh, dude, the challenge was for smutty femmeslash.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Much like Mulcahy!smut, I never thought I would write smutty Margaret!slash. My first ever F/F smut; be gentle. Beware of potential OOC-ness ahead, and very possibly PWP. In order to avoid many mundane details, I’ve borrowed a time warp I found over on ff.n. They have spare ones laying around. Oh yes, this is unbeta'd, so any errors are mine and mine alone.
Margaret stared disconsolately after the Jeep. Would Lorraine never realize how much she meant to Margaret? She sighed, then turned and caught up with BJ and Charles, asking if they wanted a cup of coffee, assuming a cheerful demeanor. Surprised, they agreed.
Brakes squealed as Charles held the door for Margaret. He turned, smiling at what he saw. Lorraine was taking her bags out of the Jeep. Roy looked rather perplexed at the abrupt abandonment, but shrugged and took the wheel. BJ shrugged and went inside; Lorraine seemed nice enough, but he just wanted to read Peg’s letter again. Charles and Margaret remained outside, waiting.
Lorraine grinned broadly as she reached them. “I couldn’t stand the idea of going back with Roy just yet. What do you say I spend another night here, then get a chopper pilot to take me back?”
“My dear, that is a simply wonderful idea,” Charles said warmly. Beside him, Margaret tried to look stern.
“Lorraine, your unit is expecting you back. What will your CO think when you don’t show up?”
Lorraine waved away the concern. “Roy’s going to say I caught a bug and couldn’t stand the movement of the Jeep. Can I bunk with you again, Margaret?”
The other woman flushed slightly, but managed, “I don’t see why not.”
“Shall we, ladies?” Charles asked, gesturing into the Mess Tent. “We are blocking the door.”
In Margaret’s tent that night, the two nurses were laughing over a childhood prank, when Lorraine asked, “Why did you blush earlier?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Outside the Mess Tent, when I asked if I could bunk with you. you blushed.”
“Did I?”
“Come on, don’t be coy with me. You know you did. What is it?”
“Well, you see…” Margaret hesitated, unsure of how to continue.
“Go on.”
“Ireallylikeyou.”
“What?”
“I said, I really like you. Love you, maybe.”
“And you were embarrassed by this?”
“It’s not natural, Lorraine!”
“Who told you that?”
“Well, everybody knows…”
Lorraine waved that away impatiently. “Everybody knows far less than they think they do. Tell you what, let’s see if we can get three days in Tokyo in, say, two weeks.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do. Say, you remember Colonel Hallien’s daughter, and how she…”
Two weeks later, Margaret was on the tarmac in Tokyo, waiting for Lorraine to get off the plane. While they had managed the same flight, Lorraine’s seat was in the back while Margaret was near the front. She’d been fending off a lieutenant colonel’s advances the entire flight, and was more than ready to find a hotel.
“Lorraine, there you are.”
“So it would seem. What was your seatmate like?”
“Some lieutenant colonel who thought I should be falling all over him. Yours?”
“A young nurse, just a second lieutenant, who—” Lorraine changed her pitch and began speaking more rapidly—“is coming to Tokyo because she thinks she might be pregnant and ohmygod what if she is, she’s not married and her family will just kill her, and besides the man is a doctor, a really swell guy, tall and thin with the bluest eyes eh-var, but he doesn’t want to be a father, and—”
Margaret stared in disbelief. “You listened to that for the entire flight?”
“On the whole, I think I would have taken your lieutenant colonel. Come on, I’ve got reservations on the Ginza.”
Margaret gasped slightly when they got to their room. “But Lorraine, there’s only one bed!”
“And why did you think we were in Tokyo, Margaret? Anything goes here.”
“If you think I’m going to be that easy, Lorraine Anderson…”
Lorraine snickered. “I’ve known you forever. I know exactly how easy you are. I was thinking, though, that we could go shopping, then out to dinner, and whatever happens later, happens.”
Both women were slightly tipsy when they returned from dinner, giggling over Margaret’s tale of destroying Charles’ horn. Closing the door behind her, Lorraine kissed Margaret on the lips. Barely a peck, it sobered Margaret. She took Lorraine in her arms and kissed her back, harder, running her tongue along Lorraine’s lower lip. Lorraine’s tongue swept along Margaret’s, tracing back and into Margaret’s mouth. She slipped her hands under Margaret’s uniform jacket, sliding it off. Their breasts were rubbing through their blouses, Lorraine’s hands were tracing daintily up and down Margaret’s back and sides, and Margaret was hesitantly running her hands through Lorraine’s dark, soft hair. Lorraine moaned softly into Margaret’s mouth, lowering her hands to caress Margaret’s hips, then, daringly, running them up under Margaret’s blouse to her breasts. Margaret broke away at that, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it drop to the carpet. Lorraine’s blouse and both bras soon followed. Lorraine rained soft, light kisses down Margaret’s neck, fastening briefly on the pulse point, before moving down to her nipple. Her tongue swirled around and Margaret gasped, pausing in her exploration of Lorraine’s body.
“Let’s, ah, continue this on the bed,” she managed.
“Hm, yes.” Lorraine folded back the blanket and top sheet.
“Is that silk?”
“You mentioned Donald never did buy you silk sheets.”
“Oh, Lorraine!”
They finished undressing each other, and Lorraine pushed Margaret gently down on the bed. “You just relax and enjoy,” she said, smiling, before pulling Margaret into another passionate kiss. Lorraine broke away and trailed her tongue back down Margaret’s neck to her nipple. She nipped and tugged gently while drawing teasing fingers up Margaret’s thigh. She traced around Margaret’s triangle and ran her fingers back down Margaret’s other thigh. Margaret was moaning quietly, and protested when Lorraine pulled away from her breast.
“Patience, it only gets better. Trust me, Margaret.”
Lorraine switched to Margaret’s other breast, sucking and tugging. Gently, she ran the pads of her fingers over Margaret’s labia. Margaret thrust impatiently against her fingers, wanting more, and Lorraine obliged, sweeping her fingers briefly into Margaret’s cleft before stroking up to her clit. Margaret writhed against her hand as she began kissing down Margaret’s belly. Lorraine glanced briefly up, grinning devilishly, before lowering her head and tonguing Margaret. She shrieked at the sudden warm wetness, wriggling. Lorraine reached up and toyed with one of Margaret’s nipples as she lapped at her warmth, sucking and pulling at her clit, until Margaret cried out, her hips rising off the bed.
Once Margaret had calmed slightly, Lorraine asked her, “Do you still believe that’s not natural?”
Margaret shook her head vigorously before pulling Lorraine down to her for another searing kiss.
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mash_challenge and my LJ.
Challenge: This one
Title: Natural
Summary: For
radarhunnihawk’s challengeWarning: Uh, dude, the challenge was for smutty femmeslash.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Much like Mulcahy!smut, I never thought I would write smutty Margaret!slash. My first ever F/F smut; be gentle. Beware of potential OOC-ness ahead, and very possibly PWP. In order to avoid many mundane details, I’ve borrowed a time warp I found over on ff.n. They have spare ones laying around. Oh yes, this is unbeta'd, so any errors are mine and mine alone.
Margaret stared disconsolately after the Jeep. Would Lorraine never realize how much she meant to Margaret? She sighed, then turned and caught up with BJ and Charles, asking if they wanted a cup of coffee, assuming a cheerful demeanor. Surprised, they agreed.
Brakes squealed as Charles held the door for Margaret. He turned, smiling at what he saw. Lorraine was taking her bags out of the Jeep. Roy looked rather perplexed at the abrupt abandonment, but shrugged and took the wheel. BJ shrugged and went inside; Lorraine seemed nice enough, but he just wanted to read Peg’s letter again. Charles and Margaret remained outside, waiting.
Lorraine grinned broadly as she reached them. “I couldn’t stand the idea of going back with Roy just yet. What do you say I spend another night here, then get a chopper pilot to take me back?”
“My dear, that is a simply wonderful idea,” Charles said warmly. Beside him, Margaret tried to look stern.
“Lorraine, your unit is expecting you back. What will your CO think when you don’t show up?”
Lorraine waved away the concern. “Roy’s going to say I caught a bug and couldn’t stand the movement of the Jeep. Can I bunk with you again, Margaret?”
The other woman flushed slightly, but managed, “I don’t see why not.”
“Shall we, ladies?” Charles asked, gesturing into the Mess Tent. “We are blocking the door.”
In Margaret’s tent that night, the two nurses were laughing over a childhood prank, when Lorraine asked, “Why did you blush earlier?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Outside the Mess Tent, when I asked if I could bunk with you. you blushed.”
“Did I?”
“Come on, don’t be coy with me. You know you did. What is it?”
“Well, you see…” Margaret hesitated, unsure of how to continue.
“Go on.”
“Ireallylikeyou.”
“What?”
“I said, I really like you. Love you, maybe.”
“And you were embarrassed by this?”
“It’s not natural, Lorraine!”
“Who told you that?”
“Well, everybody knows…”
Lorraine waved that away impatiently. “Everybody knows far less than they think they do. Tell you what, let’s see if we can get three days in Tokyo in, say, two weeks.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do. Say, you remember Colonel Hallien’s daughter, and how she…”
Two weeks later, Margaret was on the tarmac in Tokyo, waiting for Lorraine to get off the plane. While they had managed the same flight, Lorraine’s seat was in the back while Margaret was near the front. She’d been fending off a lieutenant colonel’s advances the entire flight, and was more than ready to find a hotel.
“Lorraine, there you are.”
“So it would seem. What was your seatmate like?”
“Some lieutenant colonel who thought I should be falling all over him. Yours?”
“A young nurse, just a second lieutenant, who—” Lorraine changed her pitch and began speaking more rapidly—“is coming to Tokyo because she thinks she might be pregnant and ohmygod what if she is, she’s not married and her family will just kill her, and besides the man is a doctor, a really swell guy, tall and thin with the bluest eyes eh-var, but he doesn’t want to be a father, and—”
Margaret stared in disbelief. “You listened to that for the entire flight?”
“On the whole, I think I would have taken your lieutenant colonel. Come on, I’ve got reservations on the Ginza.”
Margaret gasped slightly when they got to their room. “But Lorraine, there’s only one bed!”
“And why did you think we were in Tokyo, Margaret? Anything goes here.”
“If you think I’m going to be that easy, Lorraine Anderson…”
Lorraine snickered. “I’ve known you forever. I know exactly how easy you are. I was thinking, though, that we could go shopping, then out to dinner, and whatever happens later, happens.”
Both women were slightly tipsy when they returned from dinner, giggling over Margaret’s tale of destroying Charles’ horn. Closing the door behind her, Lorraine kissed Margaret on the lips. Barely a peck, it sobered Margaret. She took Lorraine in her arms and kissed her back, harder, running her tongue along Lorraine’s lower lip. Lorraine’s tongue swept along Margaret’s, tracing back and into Margaret’s mouth. She slipped her hands under Margaret’s uniform jacket, sliding it off. Their breasts were rubbing through their blouses, Lorraine’s hands were tracing daintily up and down Margaret’s back and sides, and Margaret was hesitantly running her hands through Lorraine’s dark, soft hair. Lorraine moaned softly into Margaret’s mouth, lowering her hands to caress Margaret’s hips, then, daringly, running them up under Margaret’s blouse to her breasts. Margaret broke away at that, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it drop to the carpet. Lorraine’s blouse and both bras soon followed. Lorraine rained soft, light kisses down Margaret’s neck, fastening briefly on the pulse point, before moving down to her nipple. Her tongue swirled around and Margaret gasped, pausing in her exploration of Lorraine’s body.
“Let’s, ah, continue this on the bed,” she managed.
“Hm, yes.” Lorraine folded back the blanket and top sheet.
“Is that silk?”
“You mentioned Donald never did buy you silk sheets.”
“Oh, Lorraine!”
They finished undressing each other, and Lorraine pushed Margaret gently down on the bed. “You just relax and enjoy,” she said, smiling, before pulling Margaret into another passionate kiss. Lorraine broke away and trailed her tongue back down Margaret’s neck to her nipple. She nipped and tugged gently while drawing teasing fingers up Margaret’s thigh. She traced around Margaret’s triangle and ran her fingers back down Margaret’s other thigh. Margaret was moaning quietly, and protested when Lorraine pulled away from her breast.
“Patience, it only gets better. Trust me, Margaret.”
Lorraine switched to Margaret’s other breast, sucking and tugging. Gently, she ran the pads of her fingers over Margaret’s labia. Margaret thrust impatiently against her fingers, wanting more, and Lorraine obliged, sweeping her fingers briefly into Margaret’s cleft before stroking up to her clit. Margaret writhed against her hand as she began kissing down Margaret’s belly. Lorraine glanced briefly up, grinning devilishly, before lowering her head and tonguing Margaret. She shrieked at the sudden warm wetness, wriggling. Lorraine reached up and toyed with one of Margaret’s nipples as she lapped at her warmth, sucking and pulling at her clit, until Margaret cried out, her hips rising off the bed.
Once Margaret had calmed slightly, Lorraine asked her, “Do you still believe that’s not natural?”
Margaret shook her head vigorously before pulling Lorraine down to her for another searing kiss.
Cross-posted to
mash_challenge and my LJ.
