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Characters: Polly/Mal
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Forced Quiet
All her life, Polly had been surrounded by loud noises. You couldn’t grow up in a Tavern without hearing the fights and loud and jovial (if off key) singing. And later, she’d joined the war, which was basically bigger louder fights and getting more people to join you in your loud (sometimes not so jovial, but still off key) singing. So it was no surprise that she knew how to make noise. It was just so very unfortunate that she really needed to keep quiet right now. “Mal, stop! They’ll hear us!” Polly hissed as snappishly as she could without speaking above a light whisper. It was trickier than it really should’ve been. Mal just smirked devilishly at her and continued to ghost her hand a little higher under Polly’s shirt. “Mal, I’m serious! If we get caught they’ll skin us alive!” Polly was still trying her hardest not to bark at the woman in front of her, or really, even speak in a lightly raised voice. It wasn’t working so well. Or maybe moan. That was maybe a little more tempting as Mal slowly swirled Polly’s nipple between her long pale fingers. The digits were cold, and the sensation sent shivers rolling down Polly’s spine. Biting her lip suddenly to hold back a whimper, Polly wondered if they would live through this. Mal didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon, (and had it been any other time, Polly wouldn’t have minded) but right now getting a hickey on the base of her neck probably wasn’t the most productive of things to be doing. They were supposed to be scouting an enemy camp, estimating numbers, judging danger levels, helpful things, not making out half way up a tree. But since when were they ever supposed to be? Sighing noiselessly in defeat, Polly maneuvered slightly. If Mal wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, she could at least find a better way to keep quiet then shredding her bottom lip with her own teeth. Quickly capturing Mal’s lips with her own, Polly initiated a heated (though perfectly silent) kiss, which lasted possibly as long as either girl could hold her breath. There was about as much action as a particularly violent hockey game, though there was far less blood (although there was some because Polly was just chewing through her lip and Mal is a Vampire) and everyone left with all the teeth they started with. Finally breaking, Mal went right back to ravishing Polly’s neck. Panting slowly as to lessen the noise, Polly went about retaliating. There was no way she would just sit here and take all this! Well… they were really more like squatting uncomfortably in a tangle of branches but… close enough! In the crook of Polly’s neck, Mal smirked in between licks and kisses, reveling in the scent that was only hers. For all the time that Polly was forced to be quiet, she’d definitely have to make it up to her. She’d find time and then Mal would make Polly scream. |