Drabblings

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Well, I was trying to write a fic, but it didn't want to come out tonight, so I'm kick-starting the muses with a Stel/Dinny/Rosie drabble. Drabble didn't seem to be a problem.

Stupid fic-that-I-refuse-to-make-a-PWP.



Compensating

Rosie's eyes are blank and dark, half-feral; Stel leans over to taste the soft incoherencies spilling from her parted lips, catching her own name sobbed wetly into her mouth. Dinny's lips are gentle and cool against the side of Stel's neck, her quick, clever fingers tugging at somebody's bodice laces; Rosie's hands grope blindly for something to which the moment might be tethered, coming to rest eventually in Dinny's hair. Dinny arches soundlessly against Stel's side, but Rosie is crying for both of them, dark-bright sobs welling from the base of her throat.

Stel hopes that somebody closed the window.

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