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Elizabeth Kieran, "Rosie Palms," 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The cot squeaked with every movement, and Kieran stopped more than once to listen for any sign that someone had heard. But her paranoia was always met with silence, and after a moment, she always plunged recklessly ahead, trying to pick up the thread of fantasy where she’d left off.

Fingers rough from years in the field, eyes soft behind the sunglasses. A half smile, meant only for her, as the other woman’s hand closed around her wrist. Let me show you how it’s done she would whisper, and Kieran would lay back and let her-

She stopped dead and looked guiltily around the room. There was no sign of life from any of her men, but that didn’t mean they weren’t awake, listening. She didn’t know why they would be, but the thought was enough to cool some of her arousal. But the prospect of being caught wasn’t enough to completely silence the needy whisper in her head.

Two fingers would slide inside of her, testing her, sampling her arousal. There would be murmurs of approval, and she’d moan into the kisses, hips bucking as the fingers began a slow rhythm of curling and uncurling, stretching her out and hitting that one spot over and over again, until-

“Major?”

Her eyes flew open and she scrambled to straighten her clothing as the guard crossed the room to her cot. She sat up and ran her sticky fingers through her hair, struggling to compose herself and wondering if he could smell her arousal.

“Yes?” she whispered, her voice tense in the darkness.

“A man here to see you. Says Julie Farkas sent him.”

“Oh!” she said. “Oh! That’s probably important. Send him in.” She stood, self-consciously tugging at the hem of her shirt as she did so. The private’s eyes flicked confusedly across her body, then he shrugged and turned back to the door.

“Can’t see why the bastard couldn’t come during the day,” he muttered.

“If it’s from Julie, it’s important,” Kieran scolded. Her heart wasn’t in the reprimand, though. She’d be mourning the loss of a perfectly good fantasy all night.

Re: Elizabeth Kieran, "Rosie Palms," 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Kieran is my favorite and I am so so glad she finally showed up on the kmeme. And in femslash, no less! Perfect thing to ring in New Years, thank you!