Wicked Wanda
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dorksidefikerTitle: Wicked Wanda
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Prompt: 50-A/37. Risk
Character/Pairing: WandaxTabby
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 361
Summary: What they’re doing is risky.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tabby calls her Wicked Wanda as she nudges Wanda’s legs apart, her thigh resting against the other girl’s crotch, and she laughs. Wanda growls back, her lips against Tabby’s ear, before taking one of the blonde’s earrings between her teeth and tugging. Tabby gasps, and it’s Wanda’s turn to laugh.
What they’re doing is risky. God only knows what would happen, what Principle Kelly would do, if they were caught making out in the girl’s locker room.
But neither girl much cares for rules, and everyone’s already gone for the day, so Wanda grinds against Tabby’s thigh and unhooks her bra. The lace is rough under Wanda’s hands before she pushes it out of the way. Tabby has her pinned up against the lockers, and she’s trying to get Wanda’s top off, but Wanda is being very distracting. She swears breathlessly as Wanda gets the fly of her jeans open and slides a hand inside, pressing her palm against Tabby’s crotch, rubbing her through her panties.
“Fuck yes-”
Wanda backs Tabby up until the backs of her legs hit the bench, and suddenly she’s sitting down with Wanda kneeling between her legs. Tabby shimmies out of her jeans, and they’re kissing – all lips and teeth and tongue. Wanda’s top has finally come off, and Tabby’s fondling her breasts, which makes Wanda mewl and arch as she touches back greedily.
Wanda smells like sweat and leather and pizza and Tabby wants a taste, but the other girl is moving out of reach of her mouth and pulling down her panties.
“Never would have guessed you’d wear white,” Wanda teases, her fingers combing through the coarse blonde curls before dipping in to caress slowly. Tabby shudders and spreads her legs wide, and she’s kissing Wanda again, pressing back against those long fingers in an effort to capture some desperately needed friction. Wanda laughs and teases, nipping Tabby’s lower lip. She’s in control, and that’s just how she likes it.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Prompt: 50-A/37. Risk
Character/Pairing: WandaxTabby
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 361
Summary: What they’re doing is risky.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tabby calls her Wicked Wanda as she nudges Wanda’s legs apart, her thigh resting against the other girl’s crotch, and she laughs. Wanda growls back, her lips against Tabby’s ear, before taking one of the blonde’s earrings between her teeth and tugging. Tabby gasps, and it’s Wanda’s turn to laugh.
What they’re doing is risky. God only knows what would happen, what Principle Kelly would do, if they were caught making out in the girl’s locker room.
But neither girl much cares for rules, and everyone’s already gone for the day, so Wanda grinds against Tabby’s thigh and unhooks her bra. The lace is rough under Wanda’s hands before she pushes it out of the way. Tabby has her pinned up against the lockers, and she’s trying to get Wanda’s top off, but Wanda is being very distracting. She swears breathlessly as Wanda gets the fly of her jeans open and slides a hand inside, pressing her palm against Tabby’s crotch, rubbing her through her panties.
“Fuck yes-”
Wanda backs Tabby up until the backs of her legs hit the bench, and suddenly she’s sitting down with Wanda kneeling between her legs. Tabby shimmies out of her jeans, and they’re kissing – all lips and teeth and tongue. Wanda’s top has finally come off, and Tabby’s fondling her breasts, which makes Wanda mewl and arch as she touches back greedily.
Wanda smells like sweat and leather and pizza and Tabby wants a taste, but the other girl is moving out of reach of her mouth and pulling down her panties.
“Never would have guessed you’d wear white,” Wanda teases, her fingers combing through the coarse blonde curls before dipping in to caress slowly. Tabby shudders and spreads her legs wide, and she’s kissing Wanda again, pressing back against those long fingers in an effort to capture some desperately needed friction. Wanda laughs and teases, nipping Tabby’s lower lip. She’s in control, and that’s just how she likes it.