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Pairing: Polly/Mal
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
I Need It
Mal lit the cigarette, hands shaking. “It’s the sucking,” he said. “I need it.” But Mal wasn’t a ‘he’ after all. Mal was Maladicta, and she’d told Polly her secret. Well... Polly and Jade, really, but even still. She hadn’t told Tonker, or Lofty, or even Igorina who might have figured it out on her own. It’s the sucking. I need it. Polly shivered, alone in her bunk, in the officially-women women’s barracks. The image that flashed into her mind was so strong she could feel it, just for a moment: Mal’s lips, dark and soft, sucking at her breast. |