#camerasutra

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@camerasutra​ || cont’d

         IMMEDIATELY HER GAZE SNAPS AWAY,  lips pressing together and isabelle's expression turning sheepish and flushed.     " i'm sorry, "  she murmurs softly  (  an admission of guilt as well as an appeal for forgiveness  )  but moments later her emerald eyes drift back to the other woman,  admiration evident in her features.     " it's just…  you remind me of those old hollywood actresses.     like you're from another time,  or something."

She’s still half asleep, body languid, eyes slow to blink away the last vestiges of sleep. At the height of her faculties, she’s quick to hide her emotions behind a placid smile or a blank stare, but the other woman’s words catch her out, too slow-witted for the moment to do anything about it. Instead, Peggy feels her cheeks heat, a pleased smile making its way onto her face as she sits up and stretches. “That may be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she comments.

[scriptorxfabularum]

@camerasutra asked: [ SHELTER ] sender can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to receiver’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. (for lill)

     LILL SLEPT SOUNDLY DURING STORMY weather, and this night was no different. She had fallen asleep to the sounds of rain hitting the windows and had been dead asleep ever since. That was, until there was suddenly a shifting of her mattress. She jolted awake and glanced around the bedroom to pinpoint the reason for her waking.

     “Hmm, Izzy,” she mumbled. “Are you okay?” Still half-way asleep, she turned over onto her back and lifted the blankets to allow the other woman to crawl into bed next to her. “Storm woke you up?” She was barely able to get out as she tried to suppress a yawn.”C’mere…”

     Scooting closer, she pulled the blankets back around them both, pulling Isabelle into an embrace, completely flush against her own body as she tried to stop another yawn. “Better?” She chuckled, running her fingers through the blonde locks. “If you give me a minute to wake up a little more, I can make it even comfier for you…”

THE CLASSIC ROMANCE OF A GOOD RAINSTORM || Accepting

[scriptorxfabularum]

@camerasutra asked: it's funny. sometimes i think i've already fallen in love with you as much as possible… and then we share a night like this. (for ros!)

     THE REDHEAD SMILED AT ISABELLE’S words, rolling over onto her stomach, to trail a finger ever so gently down the other woman’s chest. “You say such sweet things,” she says, a smirk playing on her lips. “Especially when I just thoroughly ate you out.” She bit her lip as she glanced up at her through her lashes. “Almost feel like I’m here for one thing, and one thing only.” There was definitely mischief in her eyes, an indication that she didn’t mean a single word of it.

     “Though…” She hummed, pushing up on her elbows, before getting up on her knees as well, hovering over the other, leaning down to press a kiss to Isabelle’s nose. “If I am only here for that…” She leaned again for a soft kiss to her lips. “I should really just get on with it…” Another kiss to the side of her neck, right over the blonde’s pulse point, as one hand started wandering.

     “Let’s see if we can make this morning as good as the night…”

PROMPTS FOR INTIMATE PILLOW TALK || Accepting

[audaxbellator]

“ no, don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers. ” (bucky?)

@camerasutra

That was a request that Bucky was all too happy to comply to. His arm wraps around her as he buries himself deeper under the covers, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. "Mm, you won't hear me complainin'."

[audaxbellator]

[ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver (for dean?)

@camerasutra

Dean hissed softly when her fingers brushed over the sensitive skin, instinctively causing him to jerk. "Sorry," he mumbles softly. He turns his head, as if he could see the bruise on his back. "Guess it got me more than I thought."

[ofgunsandlipstick]

[  FORT  ] :  sender and receiver are chilling in a pillow fort they spent a good part of the day building, in an intimate moment they both lean in for a kiss, only for the ill-built fort to collapse on them.

@camerasutra || nearly a kiss || accepting!

It's a very silly thing to do. There's no good reason for building a fort in the living room, but she can't say she doesn't enjoy every second of the process. It's a day of drinking wine and eating snacks, laughing as they plan together and execute the vision. By the time they collapse into the structure, Peggy's cheeks are warm and she keeps grinning at the other woman.

"I feel far too proud of this," she states, staring up at the blanket roof, setting off another round of giggles. Peggy's not sure exactly what happens then, only that there's a moment of quiet and then leaning slowly, Isabelle's face closer than ever before.

The roof collapses, blankets tumbling down on top of them. Peggy shrieks out a laugh, collapsing as adrenaline and humor flood her system and she fights her way out of mild captivity.

[scriptorxfabularum]

@camerasutra continued from here~

     THE REDHEAD HUMMED APPRECIATIVELY WHEN Isabelle’s arms snaked around her waist. A happy sigh came over her lips as she rested her forehead against the blonde’s. “Just you?” She repeated with a chuckle, resting her arms on Izzy’s shoulders, and linking her hands together behind her head. “How could it POSSIBLY be just you?” She murmured, pressing a kiss to Isabella’s forehead. “How could I possibly not feel the SAME WAY about you?” A hand tangled into the blonde locks and she gently pulled her head back so she could look her in the eyes. “How could ANYONE not feel the same way about you?” She leaned closer, closing the distance between them and smiling against the other’s lips. If she could stay here, in this very moment, for the rest of her life, she would.

[salvagedsouls]

@camerasutra LOOKING UP FROM HER MILKSHAKE, isabelle offers the kindly stranger a smile, although it's a somewhat troubled one. she has never felt more like a fish out of water in her entire life. still, she appreciates the kind of people who actually approach shyer, more introverted people like herself, rather than looking straight through them, like the more socially gifted tend to do. ❝ ...that's a nice offer, but i'm fine… ❞ she trails off, her people-pleasing side not wanting to drag a total stranger into her troubles and use them as some kind of therapist. but at the same time, she wants to have a conversation, wants to connect with someone here. ❝ i'm just a little, um... overwhelmed here. it's my first time coming to a city like this, and i'm not really used to it; the crowds, traffic... ❞ maybe she SHOULD have gone with her brother to see a basketball game, even if it's of no interest to her — but this diner felt like a cosy, safe little place to her from the very first moment.

if there's one thing angie has an eagle eye for by now in life, it's when someone is out of their element. and this lady definitely fit that bill. she looks plenty nice though, and so despite having just gotten off-shift angie doesn't hesitate to pause by the table with an open-ended offer. must be a small-towner from somewhere or other; her attempted smile brightens angie's, and she gives a happy shrug. " well, you already found the best place for milkshakes so i'd say you're off to an amazing start, sweetpea " she starts with a hum, thinking. no plans today so... " you mind if i join you? i'm happy to be a friend even if only til you're ready to leave. "