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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2hZgKp6:ericadawn16 replied to your post “I guess it would be appropriate to drink a fair bit tonight and work…”
Link?
Oh, I haven’t finished it yet. It’s the next chapter of the Epilogue to the Giant Fic of Doom I spent 2016 writing.
I am thinking, though, that when it’s finished (just that scene is about half-done, the rest of the chapter is about ¾ done) I might see if I can polish it into a standalone and put it on Tumblr, because there should be more fics where General Leia Organa gets exactly what she wants in bed.
Kes gave Leia a long-suffering look as she ruffled his hair again, and she laughed, but desisted. “I guess nothing’s off the table,” he said. “On my end, anyway. I would like to put in a request, though.”
“Oh?” She was expecting something about his hair, maybe that she stop messing it up, although it was short enough not to have been noticeably disarranged by her attentions.
“I would like,” he said, gaze going indirect with shyness again, “to spend, um, as long as you’ll let me, going down on you.”
She laughed. “As long as I’ll let you,” she said. “Do people usually ask you to stop?”
“No,” he said, and his cheeks had gone hot against her hands.
“I’m not going to say no,” she said.
“Request number two,” he said, cutting his eyes sideways to look up at her. “In bed?”
She laughed. “I won’t say no to that either,” she said.
“In that case,” he said, and stood up, picking her up with a hand under each thigh.
She managed to suppress her shriek of laughter, and just squeaked against his neck instead. “You,” she said, and he carried her over to the bed and carefully dumped her onto it.
“You’re so little,” he said. “I have always wanted to do that to you and I figured you’d murder me.”
“I would have,” she said, laughing breathlessly. “I still might!”
Link?
Oh, I haven’t finished it yet. It’s the next chapter of the Epilogue to the Giant Fic of Doom I spent 2016 writing.
I am thinking, though, that when it’s finished (just that scene is about half-done, the rest of the chapter is about ¾ done) I might see if I can polish it into a standalone and put it on Tumblr, because there should be more fics where General Leia Organa gets exactly what she wants in bed.
Kes gave Leia a long-suffering look as she ruffled his hair again, and she laughed, but desisted. “I guess nothing’s off the table,” he said. “On my end, anyway. I would like to put in a request, though.”
“Oh?” She was expecting something about his hair, maybe that she stop messing it up, although it was short enough not to have been noticeably disarranged by her attentions.
“I would like,” he said, gaze going indirect with shyness again, “to spend, um, as long as you’ll let me, going down on you.”
She laughed. “As long as I’ll let you,” she said. “Do people usually ask you to stop?”
“No,” he said, and his cheeks had gone hot against her hands.
“I’m not going to say no,” she said.
“Request number two,” he said, cutting his eyes sideways to look up at her. “In bed?”
She laughed. “I won’t say no to that either,” she said.
“In that case,” he said, and stood up, picking her up with a hand under each thigh.
She managed to suppress her shriek of laughter, and just squeaked against his neck instead. “You,” she said, and he carried her over to the bed and carefully dumped her onto it.
“You’re so little,” he said. “I have always wanted to do that to you and I figured you’d murder me.”
“I would have,” she said, laughing breathlessly. “I still might!”
