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Title: Purr
Author: alyse
Fandom: MegaSloth vs Giant Kitten
Pairing: Bonnie Henderson/Melissa Salvatore
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Set post movie, but no specific spoilers, because we all should know by now that it's the women, and not the men, who save the day.
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Status: Complete, one shot
Word Count: ~1,000
Author's Notes: For those of you who have not yet encountered the wonder of MegaSloth vs Giant Kitten, all you need to know is that Melissa Salvatore is played by Gina Torres and Bonnie Henderson by Hayden Panettiere, and the pairing of Bonnie/Melissa is a thing of utter, utter beauty and far superior to the white cock pairing shipped by certain other ::cough![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonlettuce cough:: people. I believe this might actually be the first story in the fandom. Femslashers represent! \o/
Unbeta'd, because there are so few of us who are intimately familiar with this fandom's particular canon.
Summary: After it was all over, and the giant kitten had been reduced back down to kibble, all Bonnie could think about was the weight of Captain Salvatore's hand on her shoulder, and the warmth of Salvatore's fingers against her skin.
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After it was all over, and the giant kitten had been reduced back down to kibble, all Bonnie could think about was the weight of Captain Salvatore's hand on her shoulder, and the warmth of Salvatore's fingers against her skin.
There were other things she should be thinking about - her father, for example, or the men that Salvatore had lost; the villages trampled and the children left orphaned - but they seemed so big at the moment, looming over her like MegaSloth and threatening to squash her flat.
Not that thinking about Melissa Salvatore was much better in the flattening Bonnie stakes.
She liked the sound of the Captain Salvatore's name in her mind, 'Melissa Salvatore' tripping off her mental tongue, rolling around in there even though she'd never dared call Captain Salvatore that to her face. She liked the idea of doing that now, of being brave enough to do that, like she liked the feel of Melissa's fingers against her skin.
She thought about it now, staring up at the mirror on the ceiling of the bedroom she'd claimed for the night, one of many in this little outpost hidden in the middle of the rainforest, where prehistoric giant mammals rampaged - very, very slowly - outside. The labs might have been wrecked, but the rest of the house was still luxurious even after being battered by bullets and worse; rescue would come in the morning, but for now Bonnie had the silence and her imagination to keep her company.
It was too hot, too humid, and there was too much time to think, especially when Salvatore was only a few doors down from her. And so Bonnie ended up thinking thoughts that she shouldn't, like about the weight of Melissa's fingers against her skin, and the weight and gravity in Melissa's voice as she'd said, "You did good, kid." Or about the way that Melissa had smiled, slow and sure; or how Melissa had nodded at her and how Bonnie's heart had skipped a beat, undone by the warmth in Melissa's eyes.
The fingers she traced over her breasts now were too pale in the mirror, and she closed her eyes, imagining them darker and the hand span bigger; Melissa was close to six feet tall and Bonnie closer to five. Melissa's touch would be firmer as well, more confident, and Bonnie pressed down harder, her thumb flicking over her nipple.
Melissa's body would be firm against hers, full of long, lean muscle that Bonnie's body remembered, like she remembered the scent of Melissa's hair as Melissa pressed her against the ground, shielding her from the giant kitten's onslaught, or the slide of Melissa's leg between hers as Melissa twisted for a clear shot and the harshness of Melissa's breath as she did so, hot and fierce against Bonnie's face.
Bonnie squeezed her eyes more tightly shut, and felt Melissa's breath stirring the small, downy hairs that grew along her hairline.
Melissa would know how to touch her, how to wring every bit of pleasure possible out of Bonnie's body. She wouldn't fumble, like the boys Bonnie had dated at college who still hadn't understood the workings of the clitoris even after Bonnie's stuttering explanations and Human Bio 101. She'd know exactly where to touch, how hard, how fast, and she'd make Bonnie purr louder than any kitten, no matter how large.
Bonnie's hand drifted lower, sinking into curls that were already damp with arousal.
Melissa would touch her just right, slipping her fingers into Bonnie's pussy. She wouldn't hesitate, but simply push two wide, broad fingers straight in so that Bonnie was stretched wide, her back arching and her heels digging into the bed. The heel of her broad, strong hand would push against Bonnie's clit, giving Bonnie the tension, the friction she needed as Melissa's fingers pumped slowly in and out of her.
Bonnie opened her eyes; her body was reflected back to her, pale against the satin sheets and slick with sweat. The ghost of Melissa's presence lingered in her mind, so fierce and real that Bonnie could almost taste her, smell Melissa's sweat as well as her own, sharp and tangy against her tongue.
She'd kiss every inch of Melissa's body, lick away the sweat that gathered between Melissa's breasts and then move lower still, tasting Melissa, the sweetness of Melissa's pussy against her tongue.
She pushed her (Melissa's) fingers in more deeply, her (Melissa's) hand pressing hard against her clit. Faster and faster, Melissa's face in her mind and Melissa's name on her lips; when she came, the sharp little cry she let out sounded like a mew.
As she came down from her high, her body rosy and still flushed with excitement, she thought of Melissa's eyes on her, as calm and as measured, as fierce and as focused as Melissa could be in the field. The shiver that ran through her had nothing to do with the sweat cooling on her body.
Melissa was brave, the most courageous person Bonnie had ever met. When it came to Melissa, maybe Bonnie should find some courage of her own.
The end
Author: alyse
Fandom: MegaSloth vs Giant Kitten
Pairing: Bonnie Henderson/Melissa Salvatore
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Set post movie, but no specific spoilers, because we all should know by now that it's the women, and not the men, who save the day.
Challenge: Written for
mmom/mmomStatus: Complete, one shot
Word Count: ~1,000
Author's Notes: For those of you who have not yet encountered the wonder of MegaSloth vs Giant Kitten, all you need to know is that Melissa Salvatore is played by Gina Torres and Bonnie Henderson by Hayden Panettiere, and the pairing of Bonnie/Melissa is a thing of utter, utter beauty and far superior to the white cock pairing shipped by certain other ::cough
moonlettuce cough:: people. I believe this might actually be the first story in the fandom. Femslashers represent! \o/Unbeta'd, because there are so few of us who are intimately familiar with this fandom's particular canon.
Summary: After it was all over, and the giant kitten had been reduced back down to kibble, all Bonnie could think about was the weight of Captain Salvatore's hand on her shoulder, and the warmth of Salvatore's fingers against her skin.
-o-
After it was all over, and the giant kitten had been reduced back down to kibble, all Bonnie could think about was the weight of Captain Salvatore's hand on her shoulder, and the warmth of Salvatore's fingers against her skin.
There were other things she should be thinking about - her father, for example, or the men that Salvatore had lost; the villages trampled and the children left orphaned - but they seemed so big at the moment, looming over her like MegaSloth and threatening to squash her flat.
Not that thinking about Melissa Salvatore was much better in the flattening Bonnie stakes.
She liked the sound of the Captain Salvatore's name in her mind, 'Melissa Salvatore' tripping off her mental tongue, rolling around in there even though she'd never dared call Captain Salvatore that to her face. She liked the idea of doing that now, of being brave enough to do that, like she liked the feel of Melissa's fingers against her skin.
She thought about it now, staring up at the mirror on the ceiling of the bedroom she'd claimed for the night, one of many in this little outpost hidden in the middle of the rainforest, where prehistoric giant mammals rampaged - very, very slowly - outside. The labs might have been wrecked, but the rest of the house was still luxurious even after being battered by bullets and worse; rescue would come in the morning, but for now Bonnie had the silence and her imagination to keep her company.
It was too hot, too humid, and there was too much time to think, especially when Salvatore was only a few doors down from her. And so Bonnie ended up thinking thoughts that she shouldn't, like about the weight of Melissa's fingers against her skin, and the weight and gravity in Melissa's voice as she'd said, "You did good, kid." Or about the way that Melissa had smiled, slow and sure; or how Melissa had nodded at her and how Bonnie's heart had skipped a beat, undone by the warmth in Melissa's eyes.
The fingers she traced over her breasts now were too pale in the mirror, and she closed her eyes, imagining them darker and the hand span bigger; Melissa was close to six feet tall and Bonnie closer to five. Melissa's touch would be firmer as well, more confident, and Bonnie pressed down harder, her thumb flicking over her nipple.
Melissa's body would be firm against hers, full of long, lean muscle that Bonnie's body remembered, like she remembered the scent of Melissa's hair as Melissa pressed her against the ground, shielding her from the giant kitten's onslaught, or the slide of Melissa's leg between hers as Melissa twisted for a clear shot and the harshness of Melissa's breath as she did so, hot and fierce against Bonnie's face.
Bonnie squeezed her eyes more tightly shut, and felt Melissa's breath stirring the small, downy hairs that grew along her hairline.
Melissa would know how to touch her, how to wring every bit of pleasure possible out of Bonnie's body. She wouldn't fumble, like the boys Bonnie had dated at college who still hadn't understood the workings of the clitoris even after Bonnie's stuttering explanations and Human Bio 101. She'd know exactly where to touch, how hard, how fast, and she'd make Bonnie purr louder than any kitten, no matter how large.
Bonnie's hand drifted lower, sinking into curls that were already damp with arousal.
Melissa would touch her just right, slipping her fingers into Bonnie's pussy. She wouldn't hesitate, but simply push two wide, broad fingers straight in so that Bonnie was stretched wide, her back arching and her heels digging into the bed. The heel of her broad, strong hand would push against Bonnie's clit, giving Bonnie the tension, the friction she needed as Melissa's fingers pumped slowly in and out of her.
Bonnie opened her eyes; her body was reflected back to her, pale against the satin sheets and slick with sweat. The ghost of Melissa's presence lingered in her mind, so fierce and real that Bonnie could almost taste her, smell Melissa's sweat as well as her own, sharp and tangy against her tongue.
She'd kiss every inch of Melissa's body, lick away the sweat that gathered between Melissa's breasts and then move lower still, tasting Melissa, the sweetness of Melissa's pussy against her tongue.
She pushed her (Melissa's) fingers in more deeply, her (Melissa's) hand pressing hard against her clit. Faster and faster, Melissa's face in her mind and Melissa's name on her lips; when she came, the sharp little cry she let out sounded like a mew.
As she came down from her high, her body rosy and still flushed with excitement, she thought of Melissa's eyes on her, as calm and as measured, as fierce and as focused as Melissa could be in the field. The shiver that ran through her had nothing to do with the sweat cooling on her body.
Melissa was brave, the most courageous person Bonnie had ever met. When it came to Melissa, maybe Bonnie should find some courage of her own.
The end
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