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FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1a/1

[(Anonymous)]

The first time Marla speaks to Cherry, it's only in passing. The dark-haired woman barges right into Dukov's place, fresh out of the Tepid Sewers, trying to avoid the mirelurks that are just across the way, outside the Anchorage War Memorial. She's alone, and covered in gore from the numerous mole rats that exploded thanks to Moira's stupid repellant stick, but she's alive, and she's grateful for that much. Honestly, she isn't expecting anyone to even be in the building – sure, it looks fortified, but she's run across a lot of places that look similar, expecting to find someone willing to help her, only to find that they're abandoned. To say she's a little bit surprised to be met by a drunken, leering Russian and a couple of women who don't really look all that happy to be there. She chats with Cherry and Fantasia for a while before Dukov ever says anything to her, and not long after he does, she hightails it out of there (can you get any creepier than calling someone you've just met 'sweetcheeks', really?).

The second time Marla speaks to Cherry, she doesn't think anything of it. She's running errands for that creep Crowley, fetching keys off people from every goddamn edge of the wasteland. After trying several times to get Dukov to give her his key and failing, she begins drinking from the flask she keeps with her, feeling her frustrations melt away with each swallow of whiskey. It only take a few minutes to convince Cherry to snag the key from that drunken idiot, and it only takes one thing – she just has to get Cherry to Rivet City. Not an issue; Marla knows the way there like the back of her hand. With the key tucked safely into her pocket, she takes the redhead to Rivet City, taking the long way to ensure her safety. They're quiet for the whole walk there, aside from the occasional “go hide” that Marla barks at the other woman when a threat rears its ugly head.

It's the third time that Marla speaks to Cherry that really matters. She's come back to Rivet City for the first time in months because she just needs to get away. She's practically run herself ragged doing things for people all over the wasteland by now: getting the ghouls into Tenpenny Tower; bringing that freak Sierra Petrovita Quantums for caps; getting the slaves at the Temple of Our Union or whatever it was called to a new base at the Lincoln Memorial. It's time for a well-earned vacation, so far as she's concerned. Sure, the vacation ends up with her spending a good portion of her time drinking down at the Muddy Rudder with Butch, but she always slinks off once Butch's words start slurring together – it's best for both of them that way.

One night, when she leaves Butch and is hauling herself up the stairs, stumbling as she heads for her room, she runs into Cherry. She grins broadly at the redhead, tells her that she'll see her tomorrow, and heads to bed. The only problem with that is, once she's in bed, the door to the room she's rented carefully locked behind her, she can't get the other woman out of her head; she sees her smile, sees her look up at her demurely from beneath thick lashes, sees her lick her lips. The woman groans then, shifts beneath the covers to massage her breasts. They're heavy in her hands as she touches them, as she rolls her sensitive nipples between nimble fingers. Her left hand shifts, drifts down over her stomach, brushes against her inner thighs for a few moments before she lets it slip between her legs, brushing against the damp fabric of her panties before slipping inside. When she rubs her thumb over her clit, her hips jerk upward and she whimpers softly. Her fingers move lower, and, god, she's almost embarrassed to find how wet she is already, two fingers easily sliding home.

FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1b/1

[(Anonymous)]

“Fuck,” she moans out low, curling her fingers to brush that place inside her that leaves her writhing. She continues working her thumb over her clit in tight circles, alternately pumping her fingers and curling them in a come hither motion. “God, yes.” For a moment, she has to stop herself, she's so overwhelmed by the sensation, but then she starts again with renewed vigor. The heel of her hand is pressing against her clit now, the perfect amount of pressure as she bucks her hips upward. She can feel a coil inside of her, winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of her fingers; that coil unwinds rapidly with one, two, three more thrusts of her fingers, leaving her jerking her hips and writhing as she thumbs her clit. She screams Cherry's name.

The next day, she's hungover until long after breakfast – a shot of whiskey, a bowl of noodles and a shot of Med-X. She runs into Cherry again just after dinner, feels her face heat up as she thinks of the night before, but smiles and offers to buy the woman a drink. Instead of staying in the Muddy Rudder, they end up with a bottle of whiskey each, drinking in her hotel room. The door is shut, locked, and Marla's more than grateful for it, because she knows she's been eying Cherry since they got here. There's colour high in Cherry's cheeks now, thanks to the drink, and, fuck, Marla thinks, she looks great. She leans in to kiss her, and she's half-surprised to find that the redhead doesn't seem put off by it – in fact, she returns the kiss with enthusiasm, swiping her tongue over the seam of Marla's lips and slipping a hand into dark, wavy hair. Marla moans out loud, mouth openly, and surges forward, eases Cherry back on the bed, running her hands over the line of her curves.

Marla wedges a knee between Cherry's legs; Cherry responds by grinding her hips against the younger woman's leg, moaning into the kiss at the friction. The younger of the two manages to divest the both of them with some difficulty – Cherry is consistently reluctant to break the kiss, and fuck, she keeps grinding her hips against Marla's leg and making it hard for the dark-haired woman to concentrate. Marla breaks away from the kiss again, begins peppering Cherry's neck with kisses, moving slowly downwards. She bites down at the place where the redhead's neck and shoulder meet, soothing over the angry skin with her tongue and delighting in the breathy moans coming from her mouth. On the other side of her neck, Marla sucks a rather large hickey into existence, feeling guilty for only a moment before Cherry starts demanding more attention. She continues with her kisses, slows them when she reaches Cherry's breasts. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucks at first, then bites lightly; she rolls the nipple of the other between her fingers. Cherry is moaning loudly now, her hand fisted in Marla's hair and her hips attempting to grind against Marla's leg as the woman moves away.

FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1c/1

[(Anonymous)]

“Ah, ah ah,” Marla scolds, holding the redhead's hips down as she moves lower, planting kisses over the flat plane of her belly. “Behave.”

“Fuck you,” Cherry manages half-heartedly; Marla grins.

Marla kisses over Cherry's hipbones, nips at her inner thighs, always avoiding exactly where she knows the older woman wants her. When Cherry lets out a frustrated groan, she grins and leans in, allowing the woman one long, slow lick over her labia. Cherry's hips are wriggling against the hands holding them down, and Marla is nothing but amused by it as she lets go over of those hips to spread the woman's lips with one hand.

“You're so fucking wet,” she groans out, dragging her tongue over Cherry's clit, an action that nearly makes the other woman jump. With one finger, she circles Cherry's entrance, marveling at the moisture collecting on her finger for a moment. Slowly, she eases her finger inside of the other woman, curling it towards herself and thrusting shallowly. When Cherry lets out a long, drawn-out moan, Marla swears she almost cums right there. She continues thrusting her fingers into the other woman, slowly easing in another finger and then another at her request.

Cherry is shaking as Marla licks her clit; she's full and right on the edge, and god, if Marla would just – “Oh, fuck.” She doesn't finish her thought before she goes crashing over the edge, orgasm washing over her, leaving her in a state of something like delirium for several minutes, chest heaving. When she finally sits up, cheeks flushed, she's greeted by a hell of a sight: Marla's beside her, leaning back on one elbow, fingers working between her legs as her head hangs back, jaw slack and eyes closed. Cherry moves slowly, placing a hand on Marla's to pause her as she slips behind her, legs bracketing the woman's hips.

“Let me,” she purrs into Marla's ear, slipping her fingers in to take the place of Marla's. With her other hand, she cups one of Marla's breasts, and fuck, if that long, low groan that her dark-haired companion lets out isn't the hottest thing she's ever heard, she doesn't know what is. Now it's her fingers working between Marla's legs, moving inside her slick warmth, her thumb rolling over her clit. She bites down on Marla's shoulder gently, moving on to nip at her neck; she can feel Marla's walls beginning to clench around her as she thrusts her fingers inside of her. “Cum for me, baby.” Marla doesn't need to seem much more incentive than that and another bite on the shoulder – she's panting, toppling over the edge and moaning Cherry's name a moment later.

Marla doesn't stir for a while – not until after Cherry is already up and dressing again, expecting the woman to want her gone. “Where're you goin'? Get back in bed.”

Cherry listens.

Re: FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1c/1

[(Anonymous)]

Well um, yes. I'll be in my bunk from this slice of utter perfection.

Re: FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1c/1

[(Anonymous)]

I was actually just thinking about how Cherry needed more screentime around here. This delivers in spades. *fans self* Thanks for writing!

Re: FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1c/1

[(Anonymous)]

Why hello you delightful piece of femmslash-y goodness...

Re: FLW/Cherry: That's My Desire 1c/1

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhhh my heart. *fans self* This was sizzling HOT and I do love my femslash.