Title: Nothing Else Touches (Willow/Cordelia) for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crimsonredmagic
May. 5th, 2007 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoggedTitle: Nothing Else Touches
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t. The Dresden Dolls own the lyrics to “A Night At The Roses.”
Pairing: Willow/Cordelia
Word Count: 157
Rating: R, mutual masturbation but nothing explicit, angst
A/N: a very belated drabble response forcrimsonredmagic who suggested the prompt: “'but I was just the fool/ you’d been waiting for/ who says we can’t touch ourselves to keep from getting bored?/ nothing else is touching that’s for sure.'
The first rule was no one could know they were doing it. The second rule was once clothes were back on; everything was supposed to return to normal.
Cordelia liked to pretend it had nothing to do with sex. She claimed that two women masturbating on opposite sides of the couch wasn’t sex because nothing else was touching. She claimed that she was doing it out of boredom. Every night, she would claim a new excuse to validate what they did together because she refused to acknowledge her desire to do it.
Willow let her get away with it because she didn’t want to lose those moments they did have. She didn’t want to lose those lusty brown eyes penetrating her soul as her fingers danced their way to her orgasmic pleasure.
Some day, maybe Cordelia would realize that something between them was touching all along and Willow would still be there, always the fool for love.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters, I don’t. The Dresden Dolls own the lyrics to “A Night At The Roses.”
Pairing: Willow/Cordelia
Word Count: 157
Rating: R, mutual masturbation but nothing explicit, angst
A/N: a very belated drabble response for
crimsonredmagic who suggested the prompt: “'but I was just the fool/ you’d been waiting for/ who says we can’t touch ourselves to keep from getting bored?/ nothing else is touching that’s for sure.' The first rule was no one could know they were doing it. The second rule was once clothes were back on; everything was supposed to return to normal.
Cordelia liked to pretend it had nothing to do with sex. She claimed that two women masturbating on opposite sides of the couch wasn’t sex because nothing else was touching. She claimed that she was doing it out of boredom. Every night, she would claim a new excuse to validate what they did together because she refused to acknowledge her desire to do it.
Willow let her get away with it because she didn’t want to lose those moments they did have. She didn’t want to lose those lusty brown eyes penetrating her soul as her fingers danced their way to her orgasmic pleasure.
Some day, maybe Cordelia would realize that something between them was touching all along and Willow would still be there, always the fool for love.