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dorksidefikerTitle: Afterglow
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/50. Affair
Character/Pairing: Leslie Dean/Alice Hayes
Rating: R
Word Count: 294
Summary: It took Alice a little while to figure out where the glow was coming from.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Later, Alice Hayes was surprised at how long it took her to realize where the glow that woke her up was coming from. She rolled over, one arm flung out, and found that while the other side of the bed was still warm, it was also very empty. She stretched languidly, raising her arms above her head and arching her back. “Mmm.”
With a little sigh, Alice finally conceded that she was indeed awake and opened her eyes. Leslie had thrown the curtains open to the sunrise, a multitude of colors shifting across her skin. Alice studied the curve of the alien woman’s back for a long moment before reluctantly rising from the bed. “So that’s what you actually look like,” she purred, biting her lower lip and looking Leslie up and down.
Leslie turned her head ever so slightly, her hair flowing around her face like a liquid rainbow, moving as if it had it’s own laws of physics that it listened to that weren’t entirely in tune with the local ones. Her lips were pulled back in a slight sneer, and she turned her face back to the rising sun, bracing her arms against the sides of the window. Alice just laughed, taking a little of Leslie’s hair in her hand and giving it the gentlest of tugs. “You’re awfully bitchy.” The mutant pressed against Leslie’s back, tracing her stomach with her nails. She felt the alien’s flesh twitch under her touch, and she heard Leslie exhale slowly.
Author:
fullmetal_cute Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/50. Affair
Character/Pairing: Leslie Dean/Alice Hayes
Rating: R
Word Count: 294
Summary: It took Alice a little while to figure out where the glow was coming from.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Later, Alice Hayes was surprised at how long it took her to realize where the glow that woke her up was coming from. She rolled over, one arm flung out, and found that while the other side of the bed was still warm, it was also very empty. She stretched languidly, raising her arms above her head and arching her back. “Mmm.”
With a little sigh, Alice finally conceded that she was indeed awake and opened her eyes. Leslie had thrown the curtains open to the sunrise, a multitude of colors shifting across her skin. Alice studied the curve of the alien woman’s back for a long moment before reluctantly rising from the bed. “So that’s what you actually look like,” she purred, biting her lower lip and looking Leslie up and down.
Leslie turned her head ever so slightly, her hair flowing around her face like a liquid rainbow, moving as if it had it’s own laws of physics that it listened to that weren’t entirely in tune with the local ones. Her lips were pulled back in a slight sneer, and she turned her face back to the rising sun, bracing her arms against the sides of the window. Alice just laughed, taking a little of Leslie’s hair in her hand and giving it the gentlest of tugs. “You’re awfully bitchy.” The mutant pressed against Leslie’s back, tracing her stomach with her nails. She felt the alien’s flesh twitch under her touch, and she heard Leslie exhale slowly.