Tagged by @cryhardanddanceharder and tagged by @salzundhonig to post an excerpt of my current WIP! Thanks <3 can't wait to read your finished fics!
It's a bit NSFW so I'm putting it behind a readmore and already tagging yalls here: @aeternumregina @pers-books @bookerandy @smittyjaws @nomi--sunrider @rhubarbdreams @badasspantiestalker , all mutuals just feel tagged in general & of course only do it if you want to :)
update: fic's posted here now! 4k M
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“Everything alright, my Anh?” Quynh asks with a smirk as she raises her glass of champagne to her lips with her free hand, acting as if she isn’t even aware of what her other hand is currently up to.
They are sitting at a corner table of a gala dinner, left alone now that their target had been collected by Nile and Joe, and they only meant to stay and monitor the situation for another few minutes to make sure they hadn’t missed anything, which would be done now… but Andy is quite certain that they won’t leave quite so early after all.
“Perfectly fine,” Andy said, making sure to keep her voice even. “I was just thinking about a time in Benguet…” Two can play this game... and she knows how much Quynh loves that particular memory.
“Oh god, don’t tell me you’re fucking again already,” Nile’s voice comes through Andy’s earpiece in a low groan.
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Quynh’s hand is now digging in properly, squeezing her labia together and pulling a little when Andy reaches for her own glass of champagne, almost making her spill a little. Almost. This is not the first time Quynh has ever done something like this, not even the first time in this century, and Andy would like to say that she can take quite a bit more before she shows how it affects her.
Smirking, Quynh watches Andy closely, and Andy is hyper-aware of every movement she makes, how she swallows her sip of champagne then puts down the glass again… Fuck, where is she supposed to put her hand now? She can’t take the glass again immediately, that would be weird… definitely no holding onto the edge of the table, either, that would give her away entirely. What had she been doing with it before Quynh started to tease her? Right, it had been on her own thigh, but that’s too close to Quynh’s hand…
“You don’t look so well, Andromache,” Quynh says with a tone of voice that is much too innocent for her hand now completely kneading Andy’s sex through her dress. Andy wants to shoot her a glare, but then Quynh bends her middle finger so it’s pressing against her clit, and she can’t even manage that.
