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4kennedyTitle: Haze of Pleasure
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Delphine/Shay
Prompt: dream requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fresh_brainss. Drabbletag 6 at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 241
Summary: It's a thin line between dream and reality.
Notes: My amazing betareader islanalucy, who also suggested the title.
“Is this a dream?” Cosima asks. Her head is swimming and the world around her is blurry. She fumbles around for her glasses; maybe everything will come back into focus with them. Before Cosima can find them, though, soft lips press against her own.
“Yes, ma cherie, it is,” Delphine confirms, her breath tickling against Cosima’s skin. Her mouth leaves hot, wet kisses as it wanders – along her jawline, down her neck and following her collarbone. Everything else around Cosima disappears, gets even blurrier, and she feels like she’s floating away.
Another warm body slides on top of Cosima, joins Delphine in covering her. Shay. Cosima feels whole.
“Don’t worry,” Shay comforts her, small hands massaging and squeezing Cosima’s tits, pinching her nipples just right. “Everything will be okay.” Shay’s lips graze her ear. “Relax.”
Cosima’s body follows the command, her muscles slackening and her breath evening out. “Mhmm,” she hums her appreciation, enjoying the ministrations of her two ladies. “Best dream ever,” Cosima decides when Shay’s lips enclose one of her nipples, hand slipping between Cosima’s legs where Delphine’s mouth is already at work.
On the edge of her consciousness Cosima knows the reality. She’s bleeding out in Shay’s bathtub, her sickness finally killing her. Cosima doesn’t want to be afraid of dying, so she embraces the dream again, shifts her attention back to the wonderful things Shay and Delphine are doing to her and lets haziness wash over her.
The End
Feeling:
dorky
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Cosima/Delphine/Shay
Prompt: dream requested by
fresh_brainss. Drabbletag 6 at femslash100 Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 241
Summary: It's a thin line between dream and reality.
Notes: My amazing betareader is
lanalucy, who also suggested the title.“Is this a dream?” Cosima asks. Her head is swimming and the world around her is blurry. She fumbles around for her glasses; maybe everything will come back into focus with them. Before Cosima can find them, though, soft lips press against her own.
“Yes, ma cherie, it is,” Delphine confirms, her breath tickling against Cosima’s skin. Her mouth leaves hot, wet kisses as it wanders – along her jawline, down her neck and following her collarbone. Everything else around Cosima disappears, gets even blurrier, and she feels like she’s floating away.
Another warm body slides on top of Cosima, joins Delphine in covering her. Shay. Cosima feels whole.
“Don’t worry,” Shay comforts her, small hands massaging and squeezing Cosima’s tits, pinching her nipples just right. “Everything will be okay.” Shay’s lips graze her ear. “Relax.”
Cosima’s body follows the command, her muscles slackening and her breath evening out. “Mhmm,” she hums her appreciation, enjoying the ministrations of her two ladies. “Best dream ever,” Cosima decides when Shay’s lips enclose one of her nipples, hand slipping between Cosima’s legs where Delphine’s mouth is already at work.
On the edge of her consciousness Cosima knows the reality. She’s bleeding out in Shay’s bathtub, her sickness finally killing her. Cosima doesn’t want to be afraid of dying, so she embraces the dream again, shifts her attention back to the wonderful things Shay and Delphine are doing to her and lets haziness wash over her.
The End
Feeling:
dorky
