Ship and kiss prompts! 27 for Hackle? Or if you're not feeling writing that pairing, for any ship you like!
Hi! This prompt meme request was sent three months ago and I never did it! I couldn't get anything to work the way I wanted it to when I tried to write it at the time, and then I forgot about it, and then I did another ask meme the other day and checked my inbox again and saw the lonely forgotten prompt sitting in my inbox and decided I should complete it. I don't think what I wrote is very good, and also, the prompt was "a kiss as a suggestion" and what I wrote is more like "a kiss as a demand." (#AdaIsATop) But I wrote something! Here it is:
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“A minute.” Hecate doesn’t look up from her cauldron. She’s just dropped hair of wolf into the frothing mixture and is stirring it intently. Ada is standing framed in the doorway, wearing a pink satin slip and nothing else. The look contrasts sharply with Hecate’s constricting black brocade dress, its collar flawlessly perpendicular.
This time Hecate doesn’t respond, absorbed in sprinkling in nettles with one hand and stirring the mixture with the other. The potion’s glow changes from green to purple, beginning to froth more vigorously. Hecate appears to be oblivious to Ada’s presence.
“Hecate.” There’s a ring of steel in Ada’s voice now. Hecate glances up for the first time, startled. Ada is using a tone of voice she doesn’t often use out of bed.
“Enough.” With a gesture, Ada transfers across the room, reappearing straddling Hecate’s lap. With one hand, she pushes the cauldron farther down the desk, out of Hecate’s reach. “I think you’ve reached a stopping point,” Ada says firmly, and leans in to capture Hecate’s lips with her own. Hecate lets out a small, surprised gasp as Ada pulls Hecate’s top lip in between her teeth and bites down, first gently, then a little harder. “Mmm,” Hecate says, or tries to say, but Ada is fully immersed in the kiss, her tongue delving deeper into Hecate’s mouth. Hecate’s hands begin to rise, then fall away limply as Ada presses her back in her chair, the gentle curve of her satin-clad torso now pressed sweetly against the taut line of Hecate’s abdomen. Ada gestures with one hand and the hooks of Hecate’s wide leather belt all pop open at once. Another gesture and she’s bare to the waist.
But Hecate’s hands are rising again, landing on either side of Ada’s hips. “Mmm,” she says again, then pushes Ada back. “Ada,” she gasps, breathless.
Ada pouts. “Why on earth –”
Hecate lunges for the potion. “Maybe I can still salvage it.”
“Hecate!” Now Ada is truly confounded, and more than a little irritated. “What kind of potion could you possibly be making that –”
Hecate, stirring briskly once again, pauses just long enough to give Ada a significant look. Ada breaks off mid-sentence.
Hecate, absorbed now in adding a pinch of salamander blood, nods with her gaze still on the cauldron.
“Interesting,” Ada says, feeling a pulse beginning to thrum anew between her legs. “I don’t recognize it.”
“It’s a new invention of my own,” Hecate says, stirring.
“And… what, exactly, does it do?”
Just then the potion turns a fiery red, then settles, the foam fading away. What’s left is a smooth, silken crimson mixture, nearly thick as molasses in texture, undulating slightly; steam rises lazily off it in delicate spirals. The smile that bursts across Hecate’s face is one of triumph.
“Come to the bedroom,” she says, almost purring, “and find out.”
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