For you, my lovely... a prompt: LeiaFen and "confessions at the wrong time"
[Give me a pairing and a word/phrase, and I'll write you a drabble]
Fennec opens her eyes, hands fisted in the bedsheets as she looks down to where Leia's fingers are deep within her. Like this, Leia looks like a religious experience, eyes closed with her lipstick smeared all around her mouth and Fennec's slick glistening on her lips.
Fennec doesn't even think before she says it—can't, not when she's aching like she hasn't in years, desperate for more, for Leia filling her, fucking her, leaving her marked with bruises up and down her back.
"I love you," she gasps, and with a shudder, comes.















