bodice_laces | Double drabble: The Hayloft

Rated R, Marigold/Rosie
Sexual content, right there in the middle of things
200 words

"You've straw in your hair," Rosie laughs, panting softly, low and sweet like good, warm honey, and Marigold, her insides melted and her senses on fire, plucks that laugh from Rosie's lips. Their kiss is long, and hard, and sweet, and Marigold hums in delight as she drowns herself in Rosie's taste.

"I don't think our Sam'd understand this, Rose," Marigold breathes, drawing back, hot and breathing heavy, and she pushes Rosie back against the hayloft's floor, and the hay crinkles, and the old quilt just seems to shift and sigh, and Marigold kisses Rosie until they're both breathless, dizzy, and her hands tread over Rosie's smooth body like a well-known map.

"He'd not understand at all."

"He, oh, he," Rosie says, but nothing more, jerking back, body arching, Marigold's touch sparking fire. Rosie clings to her, panting, moaning, breath hitching, almost singing, threatening to break.

"He won't be needing to know," Marigold says.

Rosie laughs, head lolling, stretched out, hot and thin. "Insatiable," she breathes, twitching, groaning, hot and liquid beneath Marigold's hands, molded to fit her touch, and Marigold grins as her lips wander, mouthing the fierce throbbing of Rosie's pulse, sliding along the curve of Rosie's throat.