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"Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2012-08-10 03:40 am (UTC)Sometimes you get really lucky in such a small community
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Yearling and Jameson had found themselves tangled and twisted in each other. They kept hidden at first, disguised their closeness as professional and all-business. Yearling was quiet, even to Bigsley. Her own best friend couldn't confirm or deny a relationship between the two women. When he was approached by Elder Lyons, he was perfectly honest. She's never said anything to me. Though Lyons suspected otherwise, he left it at that. Scribe Jameson was Yearling's direct superior and a good fifteen years her senior. Lyons had seen the way they looked at each other, their wide smiles and brilliant eyes. He didn't have time to police love affairs, though he told Rothchild to keep an eye on the two.
Yearling was bright and passionate. Jameson had admired her vigor, admired her dedication to even the most mundane chore of organizing microfilms. The older scribe gave her specialized tasks and took personal interest in Yearling's duties. She was surprised when the young woman, freckled and sunburned, seduced her in the Great Hall over bottles of water. Yearling started with coy flirtations, complimenting the older woman's silver locks. A shy hand twirled a small piece before leaning closer to the flustered scribe. Jameson hadn't considered her until that moment when their voices shifted to quiet whispers. When their lips connected—soft, wet, and sweet—they wrapped around each other like vines.
The first few nights together, they spoke more than they touched. Story-telling took over, but there were still light brushes of their hands, a meeting of their knees as they sat side-by-side. They didn't make love until a month later. A late night in the archives turned into a later night in Jameson's room. Yearling kissed and licked up and down Jameson's stocky figure. A bite into her thick thighs. A harsh suck into her fleshy waist. She was inexperienced but eager to meet the older woman's smooth skin. Jameson, purely smitten, latched her mouth between Yearling's legs and brought her to a hard orgasm. She clenched around Jameson's face, crying out her name--Elizabeth! They spent hours with hands and mouths roaming, exploring, always discovering something new.
As the years went on, things became more complicated. Some of it politics and some of it—well, no it was all politics. It was always the mission of the Brotherhood, their advancement and growth. Rothchild and Yearling began to clash, their personalities had never meshed well. Yearling had become more defiant to the man, ignoring his orders to do things to her own liking. Jameson tried to soothe the Head Scribe's growing frustration, but in the end it did nothing. Yearling was sent to the Arlington Library, out of sight and out of mind. The younger woman's relocation was merely a hiccup in her relationship with Jameson.
They sent letters back in forth, hidden in paperwork and holotapes. There were personal messages sealed with kisses. There were also interesting articles they found or an old world wedding announcement they would laugh over. On the nights they could meet, it was a chorus of gasps and moans. Hungry mouths on sweaty skin. Jameson would push Yearling against the wall, one hand on her breast and one sliding up and down between her lips, stroking her wet clit. Yearling would fight the buckling of her knees with her fingernails scratching across Jameson's scalp. They barely made time to rest or breathe, too busy fucking each other speechless and falling in love over and over again.
Their hearts never unfurled from one another's grasp, even when their work was overwhelming and never-ending. Long silences never chilled their passion—it was understood. And when they would begin to speak again, it was as if they never stopped at all.
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kind of cheesy, but I hope you enjoy!
Re: "Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2012-08-12 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: "Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2012-08-15 03:02 am (UTC)Re: "Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2012-09-01 08:54 pm (UTC)Re: "Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2013-02-13 07:09 pm (UTC)Re: "Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2014-03-17 02:46 am (UTC)Plus... gorgeous. Wrapping around each other like vines. Their chorus of gasps and moans. Just wonderful.
Re: "Scribes" 1/1 femslash
Date: 2014-11-07 05:55 am (UTC)