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17 December 2007 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Summer Heat  
Written for rounds_of_kink - 12/17/07 Prompt Any femmeslash pairing
Heat (hot lazy summer days; steamrooms; sweat-slick skin; tempers rising with the heat; urgent fucking a la Body Heat)
Hanging around by the pool
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Summer Heat
Pairing/Characters: Megan/Amita
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1, 2 and 3
Summary: A summer day spent in bikinis heats up with the help of some lemonade
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Other comments are housed at rounds_of_kink.

Summer meant sun, heat, open windows and fresh lemonade.

Megan's hand, stirring in a little extra sugar, came to a sudden halt. The tinkling of ice cubes swirling in the glass pitcher were almost drowned out by the boombox playing in the apartment complex parking lot just outside her kitchen window. Her eyes widened and she felt a flush of adrenaline that had nothing to do with danger for a change.

Amita was out back washing her car.

In a bikini and very short cut-offs.

She'd moved in about a month ago, finally able to afford her own place on her professor's salary. She'd been used to having a roommate so she was amenable when Megan suggested an available unit in her complex. That way they could have someone they knew nearby without having to have a roommate. She'd come by that evening to check it out and had signed the lease the next day.

Charlie had helped her move using Don's SUV. She had very little, having given away most of her college furniture in the hopes of buying nicer things now that she was working.

Megan had popped her head in to offer some help, but hadn't stayed, Amita having shooed her off rather than accept her help unpacking. Amita promised to stop by soon, but with the cases Megan had been working lately she hadn't been home enough to know if her new neighbor had knocked on her door or not.

Now she was out there soaping up her classic convertible and giving Megan ideas.

She had thought Amita was beautiful when she first met her, but then everyone thought that. She'd held out her hand when Don had introduced them and Amita had taken it, almost shyly, and given her an effusive smile Megan felt blossom inside her chest.

And maybe a little lower as well.

Then her boss's little brother had bounded up and put his arm around Amita and the spell was broken.

Past that it was just friendliness, mutual respect and the odd night where Megan's fingers wove their way into her pajama bottoms as she imagined Amita's tawny skin against her cool white sheets, her black hair splayed over her pillow and that perfect red mouth opening to her, moaning at the sensations Megan desperately wanted to give her.

She watched as Amita leaned over the hood, her cut-offs rising up to reveal more than hints of the firm round ass beneath. Megan's fingers itched. She wanted her hands on that ass, spreading it, spearing it with her tongue...

She shook herself and put the spoon aside. She pulled a tray out of the cupboard and added the pitcher and two glasses to it.

Amita was on the other side of the car now, leaning over the hood again. Megan knew she cheated and wore a padded bra under her clothes, but she preferred her like this - natural with just the basic triangles of fabric of her string bikini to cover her. She bit her lip as she imagined another small triangle of fabric barely covering her under those cut-offs. She'd seen the strings peeking out from beneath the shorts so she knew Amita had the bottoms on too, probably planning on a dip in the complex pool after she was done.

Amita soapy was already tantalizing. Megan wasn't sure how well she could handle Amita all wet.

She turned away when she heard the spray of the hose start up.

Ducking into her bedroom she checked herself in the mirror, a little nervously, before heading to her back door. She took a deep breath and opened it up, leaning against the doorjamb as Amita coiled up the hose.


Amita looked up and flashed her a bright smile that multiplied her butterflies. "Hey, Megan! Haven't seen you around much since I moved in. Big case?"

"Big cases," Megan explained. "Today's my first day off in ages and I just want to kick back, maybe float around the pool for a while."

"I love the pool!" Amita enthused. "It's killing my hair, but I can't help myself. I've never lived anywhere with a pool before. It's awesome."

She swiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand and let out a breath, surveying the area to make sure she was finished.

"I just made some lemonade," Megan said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder towards her kitchen. "There's plenty, you know, in case you want some. It's really hot out today."

"Thanks! I'll be right there. I just need to put the bucket and stuff away."

Megan nodded and stepped inside, leaving the door ajar for Amita to enter. At the last minute she changed her mind and carried the tray into the living room, setting it down on the coffee table and straightening it and her magazines a few times until she was satisfied.

"Knock, knock!"

Only Megan's agent instincts kept her from jumping when Amita tapped on her back door and walked in.

"In here!" she called out.

Amita followed her voice and flounced into the living room.

"Man, that's hard work! Some days I think I should just buy a smaller car and sell that yacht of mine," she joked, plopping down on the couch as if she lived there.

"I love your car!" Megan exclaimed, pouring the lemonade. "It's a classic! Beats my Acura hands down!"

"Yeah, but it lacks that snazzy navigation system you have," Amita teased, accepting a glass of lemonade. She lifted the glass to her lips and drank lustily, emptying more than half of it before coming up for air. "Oh, that hit the spot."

"Told you it was hot out there." Megan picked up the pitcher and Amita held out her glass for a refill. The pitcher sloshed a little as the ice shifted and some of the lemonade splashed onto Amita's thigh instead of into her glass. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" Megan cast her eyes about and found a box of tissues nearby. She grabbed a couple and - without thinking - ran them over Amita's thigh, wiping up the liquid on her bare skin before she realized what she was doing and just how high up Amita's thigh her hand was.

"It's okay, really."

Megan snatched her hand back. "I'm sorry..."

Amita cut her off with an abrupt but not unfriendly gesture. "It's okay! Besides," she gave Megan a warm smile. "I'm just going into the pool next anyways. It's not like it won't get washed off in a few minutes."

Megan forced an answering smile, still a little mortified at how forward she'd been, but secretly gratified that Amita hadn't leaped away at her inappropriate touch.

"Pool sounds good. I was thinking of changing into my suit and going for a dip."

"Cool. Go change. I'll wait for you." Amita grabbed a magazine, messing up the stack and settling herself in with her drink.

"Uh, okay." Megan rose and after a moment's hesitation headed for her bedroom, taking a quick detour to close and lock the back door.

She'd bought a number of swimsuits once she moved into the complex - some for swimming, some for sunbathing and one... One for showing off. She agonized over which to wear, figuring Amita could tell the showing off one a mile away - women could see through each other like that - since she actually did want to show off for Amita.

She pulled out her most flattering sunbathing suit and checked herself out in the mirror after putting it on. She worked out regularly, knowing her life often depended on her ability to move fast and take down suspects, but she prided herself on maintaining her figure despite the years adding up on her.

She put her hair up in a ponytail and grabbed two beach towels out of her linen closet on her way back to the living room.

"Here," she said, tossing a towel on the back of the couch. "You can use one of mine."

"Thanks! I really need to buy some new swimsuits and towels. I keep having to use my regular towels at the pool and they're too small."

"I can spare a few towels until you buy some," Megan offered. "I have a ton for when I have people over so I wouldn't even miss them."

"I hadn't thought of that," Amita said, rising and draping the towel around her neck. "I guess I should buy a ton of them too."

"Or you can just borrow mine when you have people over. Hell," Megan said with a grin, "since your boyfriend is my boss's brother there's a good chance we'd invite the same people over!"

Amita bristled slightly and her hands on the towel ends clenched a little. "Yeah well, then I don't see that many parties in my near future."

Megan frowned. "Things not going well with Charlie?" She gestured to the front door and grabbed her keys, following Amita outside and locking the door behind them.

"We've been on again off again for ages and yet again we're in the off stage," Amita complained. "We fall into this cycle: he ignores me, I get angry, we fight, we spend time apart, he apologizes and makes it up to me then everything's back to normal. At least until he starts ignoring me again."

"Amita, you deserve so much better than that." Megan placed a friendly arm around Amita's shoulder and thrilled when the younger woman turned into her touch, bringing her body close enough to brush hips as they walked over to the pool.

"I know," Amita bemoaned. "But I've been in this relationship so long in one way or another I can't seem to figure out how not to be in it."

They tossed their towels over two chaise lounges beside the pool and Amita fished in her pocket, pulling out an elastic to put her hair up with. She put the elastic in her mouth as she gathered up handfuls of her hair, twisting it into a taut bun before securing it with the elastic.

She unbuttoned and unzipped her cut-offs and Megan had to try hard not to watch as Amita dropped her shorts and kicked them off, bending to fetch them and leave them on the chaise by her towel.

Wishing more for a cold shower than a warm pool, Megan went ahead and walked into the shallow end, quickly dipping down to get wet up to her neck before standing back up, letting her fingers skim over the water's surface as she walked around.

"You have a great figure, you know?" Amita said, giving her an appreciative glance from the deck.

"Uh, thanks. You too," Megan said, trying not to sound too startled.

"Larry's a lucky guy," Amita said, joining her in the water.

"Oh!" Megan exclaimed, embarrassed. "Larry... And I... It's not like that. Really. We're just, you know, friends who go out."

"I'm sorry. I thought..." Amita flushed slightly. "I thought... Never mind." She made a fluttering gesture with her hand and fell silent.

Megan took a deep breath. "I haven't really dated for real since I transferred to L.A. Before I moved," she paused, gathering her courage, "I had a girlfriend, but we broke up."

"Oh." Amita's eyes widened. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said politely.

"It's okay. We should have broken up long before we did. We just were too comfortable to call it quits even though we didn't belong together. I transferred because I was sure that if I didn't we'd just fall back into the relationship out of habit."

"I hear that," Amita said thoughtfully.

A group of college age men, rowdy and loud, entered the pool area and proceeded to dive into the deep end.

Wordlessly both Amita and Megan got out, arranged their towels over their chaises and lay down in the sun.

They relaxed for a while without speaking, just watching the energetic men play. Thankfully the men headed over to the barbeque grills on the other end of the patio after only a few minutes and the pool area was quiet again.

"I dated someone for a while when I was an undergrad - a woman," Amita explained. "I'd experimented with women before her, but things started to get serious when she and I got together. I was always really nervous my parents would find out though so it didn't last." Megan merely nodded, not trusting her voice. "And then I met Charlie and he was this total rock star of math..." Amita's voice trailed off. "I felt special that he singled me out, you know? We had this total forbidden thing going on for ages so I guess... I guess I kind of built it up into this fantasy that reality never could match."

"And Charlie?" Megan asked gently.

"Charlie's just not capable of being in a successful relationship with anyone."

"Ouch." Megan winced.

Amita chuckled a little. "I think it's a genius thing. His people skills could be better sure, but it's more that he's so in his head that he's never going to be emotionally available enough to satisfy a mate. At least one who's not a saint."

Megan sat up, swung her legs over the side of the chaise and faced Amita. "Do not beat yourself up because you're not the perfect mate. No one is. It's a totally unrealistic expectation in any relationship, genius be damned." She looked down to find her hand on Amita's thigh again and pulled it away reluctantly. "You're a beautiful woman, Amita. Trust me, you don't need a man who isn't going to take care of you."

"You're not going to try to tell me I don't need a man period?" Amita said, her tone playful even as her eyes watched Megan intently.

Megan shrugged, trying to stay casual. "To each his own. I believe in looking at the person not the gender, so either works in my book."

"So, while you were looking did you see anything you liked?" Amita ventured.

Megan opened her mouth but no words came at first. "Amita," she started hesitantly. "At the risk..." She shook her head and pulled back. "No, I'm not going to go there."

She stood abruptly, but Amita grabbed hold of her hand, making her stop.

"Megan," she said quietly, running her thumb across the back of Megan's hand. "Please stop walking on eggshells around me, okay?"

"I..." Megan started to speak, but stopped as Amita released her hand, looking at her expectantly. "It's really hotter out here than I thought," she muttered lamely. She grabbed her towel, ready to bolt back to her apartment.

"You're right," Amita agreed, rising. "I think I could use more of that lemonade."

Disarmed, Megan gaped for a few seconds as Amita gathered up her towel and shorts.

"Sure. There's more," she finally managed, following Amita back to her apartment door. She fumbled a little with the key, distracted by Amita's closer then necessary proximity.

Once inside they tossed their towels over a chair and headed for the lemonade pitcher.

"The ice melted. It'll be watery," Amita pointed out.

"I have more lemon juice." Megan took the pitcher into the kitchen and Amita followed with their glasses, dumping out the remains of their watered down drinks into the sink. Megan pulled her bottle of lemon juice from the refrigerator, poured a splash into the pitcher and stirred. She added fresh ice from her freezer and filled Amita's glass and her own glass. She took a drink and made a face. "Ugh. I forgot to add more sugar."

Amita laughed, the light airy sound brightening the kitchen. "That's exactly the kind of thing I do in my own kitchen."

Megan pulled the sugar bowl over and dumped a large teaspoon full into Amita's glass then gave it a quick stir. "Let me know if that's enough."

Rather than taking a sip, Amita dipped her finger in the still swirling beverage and stuck it in her mouth, sucking the flavor off her skin.

Megan's breath caught. The sugar spoon hung in the air above her own glass and it took her a few seconds to remember to tip it in.

"Needs a bit more sugar," Amita pronounced. "I like it sweet," she said, a coy grin sneaking onto her face.

"Oh, got a sweet tooth do you?" Megan teased. "I'll have to remember to make cookies for next time."

"Unless next time's at my place," Amita offered, biting her lip as she looked up at Megan from beneath her lashes. "Then sweets are on me."

They held each other's eyes long enough to confirm the flirtation, then broke out into matching smiles.

Megan sprinkled a scant teaspoon of sugar into Amita's glass and gave it a stir. "Try that."

Her eyes watched avidly as Amita repeated the process, her finger emerging from between her lips with a barely audible pop.

"Oh, that's perfect," she purred. "Want to try it?" she asked, her tone innocent, but her expression sly and knowing.

Megan swallowed hard and watched as Amita wet her finger in her drink again.

Without any conscious control, Megan wrapped her fingers around Amita's wrist, arresting the hand from returning to her mouth.

Moving subtly closer, Amita moved the hand towards Megan's mouth instead.

Throwing away all her previous restraint, Megan sucked the finger into her mouth hungrily, swooning over the taste of lemons, sugar and Amita's skin beneath it all.

Amita sucked in a sharp breath and moved into Megan's personal space, the warmth of their sun-kissed bodies coming together rapidly multiplying the heat between them.

Discarding the hand impatiently, Megan slipped an arm around Amita's slender waist to her back, almost yanking her forward in her rush to claim her sweet mouth.

Years of waiting, of seeing but not having, went into the kiss and Megan felt like she was trying to put all that she felt into it at once, as if it might disappear and take with it her only chance to experience Amita so intimately.

Amita soothed her impatience with soft pets, slowing the kiss until it was calmer, more relaxed. By the time they broke apart, it was more languid exploration than desperate urgency.

Amita dropped her eyes briefly, but didn't move out of the circle of Megan's embrace. "It's been a long time," she said, suddenly sounding a bit insecure. "So I might not be that good at it. But I'd like to... With you I mean." She looked up with hopeful eyes, her hands resting lightly at Megan's waist.

"You don't have to do anything," Megan said warmly. "Just relax. Let me take care of you. If there's something you want to learn - or practice - later," she gave Amita a sly smile, "we'll deal with it then. Besides, it might be fun to teach you a few things, Professor Ramanujan."

Amita laughed, her concerns forgotten. "I promise I'm a good student."

"Straight As, I'm sure," Megan crowed. She grabbed Amita's hand and tugged on it. "How about somewhere more appropriate than the kitchen?"

Amita followed as Megan led her into the bedroom, standing and waiting as Megan stripped the bed down to just two pillows and the fitted sheet, stark and white with thin stripes of sun across it from the gaps in the closed blinds.

Megan sat down on the edge of the bed and put her hands on Amita's hips, guiding her to stand between her legs. She looked up at her, fingers resting lightly on her hipbones.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," Amita answered breathlessly.

Megan nodded, accepting.

"Take your hair down for me," she asked, her voice low and breathy. "Please..."

Amita reached up and released her hair from the elastic, letting it cascade in soft waves down around her shoulders.

Megan reached up to run a tendril through her fingers.

"You too..." Amita reached for Megan's hair and Megan held still for her to remove the elastic from her ponytail.

Megan shook her head to put her hair back to normal as Amita tossed the elastic on the nightstand. She laid the flat of her hand on Amita's flat belly, watching as the time between breaths lessened.

"Are you nervous?" Megan asked, letting her hand rub in soothing arcs across her torso.

"A little," Amita admitted. "But I trust you." She plucked the hand from her stomach and brought it to her mouth, pressing a kiss into the palm.

Megan pressed an answering kiss beside Amita's navel.

"If there's anything you don't want to do, just say so. Okay?"

Amita nodded solemnly. "I will. I promise."

Permission received, Megan's hands began to roam over Amita's skin, watching her reaction as she went along. When her fingernails grazed the edges of Amita's bikini top Amita responded by reaching back and untying it - first at the back and then at the neck, tossing it aside with a small flourish.

Her breasts were small and honey pale compared to the rest of her with dusky hued nipples. With one pass of Megan's fingertips over them they hardened to tiny nubs, a spray of gooseflesh accompanying the reaction.

Megan tugged her closer and ghosted her lips over them before taking one into her mouth, laving it with her tongue as Amita's fingers gripped her shoulders.

Megan's hands kept roaming until they found themselves at the strings of her bikini bottoms. Pulling back, she gazed up at Amita as she untied one side then the other, both of their breathing rates quickening now. Amita spread her legs slightly and Megan tugged the bottoms off, letting them fall to the floor.

Megan's eyes took in the sight before her. Amita was trimmed neatly for bikini wearing, but not overly so. A tiny triangle of neat black curls remained and Megan indulged, letting her fingers slip lightly through them.

Reluctantly Megan pulled her hands back to crawl across the bed to make room, beckoning to Amita to lie down.

Amita slid onto the cool white sheet as Megan pulled her swimsuit off herself, tossing it aside as Amita arranged herself, head on a pillow with her hair falling all around her.

"I want to touch you too," Amita said, reaching out to her.

Megan let herself be pulled in, bringing their bodies together - breasts to breasts, taut thighs brushing. She brought their mouths together again, careful to take her time.

Their kisses were languorous as the subtle friction of their skin meeting made their temperatures rise even further.

Amita's hand cupped one of Megan's breasts, enthralled by the heft and weight of it. "This feels so good," she murmured. "I wish my body was anywhere near as..." She seemed to struggle for words. "As womanly as yours. You have real breasts, real hips..."

"Amita, you're gorgeous!" Megan protested. "Don't make me give you the Barbie doll lecture." She gave Amita a mock warning glance. "It's long and very feminist and there's statistics involved."

"Statistics? I might like that," Amita tossed back playfully.

"Still, you're perfect. Every bit as real as I am. Just as much a woman." To punctuate her point she shifted her body down to bring her mouth to Amita's chest again, lavishing each breast with attention in turn until Amita was squirming beneath her. "Patience," she whispered. "I'll get you there soon."

Megan began to kiss her way down Amita's belly, pausing to lick a swirl in her navel before continuing.

She slid her hands down to Amita's thighs and gently prodded until Amita spread them open. Megan shifted position until she was down between Amita's legs.

She picked up one leg and kissed her way all the way down from inner thigh to ankle before kissing her way back up and repeating the action with her other leg.

Lying down, she let her exhalations float over Amita's flushed skin, growing her anticipation.

"Please..." Amita's breathy plea made Megan smile.

"Shh..." Megan pressed a kiss on her mound. "Almost there."

Her hand replaced her mouth and her fingernails threaded through the curls to lightly scrape across the skin beneath, earning her a shiver. Her hand lowered to go between her legs, progressing painfully slowly as Amita made little protesting noises at the sensual torture.

Once she reached the bed Megan reversed the direction of her fingers, only this time moving one finger to the middle, letting it just barely connect as it passed.

Amita tried to shift closer, craving contact, but Megan kept her in place.

With the next pass the single digit teasing her gave her just a bit more, the next a second finger joined it. Finally Megan drew three fingers at once through her wetness, making Amita jump at the unexpectedly firm contact.

As she lowered her mouth, Megan moved a finger to toy at her slick opening. Her first lick at Amita's clit was tentative, but her lover's response wasn't. Amita's hand reached down and found Megan's back - her red nails digging in as she gasped at the flicking of Megan's tongue.

Megan tried to take her time, but her impatience got the best of her. She had her fantasy here laid out before her and waiting was too painful an option.

She paused long enough to shift positions, bending over Amita as one hand worked her slick folds and the other disappeared between her own legs.

Her fingers worked in concert - driving Amita's passions higher as her own release neared.

Tantalized by the tip of her tongue, Amita writhed wantonly before her, head turning back and forth on the pillow - her eyes pressed shut in concentration even as her red lips fell open in the wonder of bliss.

Unable to hold back any longer, Megan slid two fingers inside herself and Amita at the same time - their quiet cries rising in concert, in tune.

Fingers faltering as she felt herself rushing to the edge, Megan sucked Amita's clit into her mouth as her fingers sought out all her special places, seeking the spot that would send her over.

All at once Amita went taut, practically rising off the bed as a raw moan escaped her. Megan sped up, making her flail uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed over her, devoured her, ripping the orgasm from deep inside her as it enveloped first her then Megan - who joined her, trembling, with her fingers fluttering inside her folds as well.

Panting hard, Megan still managed to press a kiss to Amita's heaving belly before flopping back to the mattress with a sated sigh.

Amita's searching fingers found her and dragged her back over until their legs were tangled together, their breasts were pressed against each other and their heads rested on a single pillow.

"Mmm..." Amita accepted a tender kiss before letting her eyes fall closed. "Feel good..." she murmured.

The drugging heat and afterglow exhaustion made Megan's eyes flutter closed as well. "Sleep now. More feeling good later," she promised.

Her hand came to rest on Amita's ass, the soft roundness of it fitting perfectly in her hand.

Amita's arm curled around her slender waist, keeping her close. "It's summer," she said sleepily. "It's Saturday. There's plenty of time to lick lemonade off you later, right?"

Remembering the pitcher was sitting on the counter still, ice cubes melting once again, Megan let out a little chuckle. "It'll be watery."

"That's okay," Amita said, snuggling in close. "I'll just sprinkle you with sugar."

Megan kissed her closed eyelids one by one.

"Okay then, Miss Sweet Tooth," she teased affectionately. "After we wake up I'll have to teach you a trick or two with hard candies."

Amita's eyes flew open and she shared a look with Megan that confirmed she wasn't joking.

A crooked smile erupted on Amita's face.

"I'm all yours... Professor."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 18th, 2007 11:06 am (UTC)
I confess I cheated.

I submitted this prompt to rounds_of_kink myself *and* it was because I already had a partially written fic for it.

Mea culpa. /hangs head/

I started Summer Heat in - you guessed it - summer! I wrote the first part over six months ago in June. At that point it seemed the ideal summer fic. But then it sat. And sat. And sat. I feared it would be one of those partial fic that stayed partial past the year of creation. (Yes, I have partial fic from 2006 on my current list and - I'm embarrassed to say - from 2005 as well including my *very* first one. /headdesk/) I'd had requests for it, having leaked early parts to my F-list, so I really wanted it done by end of year for them.

So I hope I can be forgiven for using RoK in a desperate attempt to get the fic done. It did work, but the results didn't end up as well as I'd expected. (Despite a good deal of beta feedback I couldn't fix a few things that were wrong with the story. It's a heck of a lot better thanks to their input, but had I actually taken the time to rewrite this instead of just posting it a couple of hours past deadline it might have not bothered me with its inconsistencies. Oh well. I have other partial fic that need me, so to this one I must wave adieu...

This fic is kind of a shoutout to leda_speaks who is the main evil enabler who got me into femmeslash. I like a challenge and writing femmeslash is definitely not easy for me. I struggled with this scene and as usual it's not hot for me, but I hope there are some good bits in there so it doesn't read like an instruction manual. ;-)

And bonus! Leda's down under so she's actually *in* summer right now! At least someone gets to feel the heat of this fic. Hehehe

Hey! I managed to get this one in within 3 hours of the deadline. It was 3 hours *late*, but better that than three months. /whistles and hides Bones fic under the rug/

Very special thanks to beta iolsai and to 1trackmind and leda_speaks for their assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
perhaps some frottage is in order: navi hotsororcula on December 18th, 2007 11:28 am (UTC)

Unable to hold back any longer, Megan slid two fingers inside herself and Amita at the same time - their quiet cries rising in concert, in tune.

I cannot get over this line. No matter how many times I read it, it DOES THINGS to me. *tries to breathe*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 18th, 2007 11:35 am (UTC)


I was hoping there would be a good line or two in there to redeem it, so I'm glad you found one to your liking.

If I thought being a het woman writing M/M slash was hard it's no comparison to how difficult writing F/F is and I *have* all that same equipment! /facepalm/

So, can I offer you mouth to mouth? /winks/
riverotter1951: ice creamriverotter1951 on December 18th, 2007 02:55 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. You have made me appreciate femslash. Very nice between Amita and Megan.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2007 05:23 pm (UTC)
Nurg! :-)
Tangles: Numbersentangled_now on December 18th, 2007 07:25 pm (UTC)
Beautifully done! The start with Amita washing the car and the heat was just perfect and then it was sweet, and just a little dirty :)
rubynye on December 18th, 2007 08:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, that's *delicious*, and makes me feel warm all over with snowdrifts outside. Wow.
cazmalfoy on December 18th, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
*tugs at collar* Okay that was hot.
Miamia_dcwut_09 on July 24th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)
woman you are totally making me love megan/amita
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 24th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
Um, sorry?

/little voice/ I'm NOT sorry! Hee! /end little voice/

Miamia_dcwut_09 on July 24th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
im not saying its a bad thing
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 24th, 2008 03:03 am (UTC)
Oh, I know. There's certainly a tiny subgroup in the fandom that really does appreciate femslash.
Miamia_dcwut_09 on July 24th, 2008 03:30 am (UTC)
yea there is