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intheheartTitle: Oh, Baby
Rating: PG for sexytimes.
Summary: Viktorie knows how to make her girlfriend stop working.
Date: 2049
Notes: Found out what Leah's doctorate is in! Now if only I could find out if she's gay or bi.
Viktorie's always been a sucker for smart girls, and even more for the history geeks, so it's kind of a foregone conclusion that she'd topple hard for Leah. For God's sake, she's a doctoral candidate in American history, with a sweet smile and clever hands. She couldn't be more perfect if she'd been made to specifications.
It's all in the little details, she thinks, glancing up over her book at Leah, who's working on her dissertation with a little frown-line between her brows. It's all in that smile, the pillow talk about Roosevelt, and the milk-white skin that shudders under her mouth, red hair falling over her stomach, deft hands sliding up her legs, hot, wet mouth...
Viktorie shifts on the couch, and calls to Leah, "Almost done?"
"With this section," Leah replies, absently. "I really hate the Gilded Age sometimes. All backroom bargains and the spoils system."
"Hmm," Viktorie says, and shifts again. "It wasn't all bad."
Leah swings around in her chair to stare at Viktorie with wide blue eyes. "Are you serious? It was possibly the most politically corrupt time in American history."
"I concede that," Viktorie says, "but corruption can be good."
"I'm not hearing this," Leah says, and turns back to her computer.
"For example," Viktorie continues, "you could come over here and make a corrupt bargain with me."
Leah freezes, then swings slowly back around to face Viktorie, one eyebrow quirked. "That," she says, "is either the worst or the best pickup line I've ever heard."
Viktorie shrugs. "Doesn't matter. What matters is if it worked."
"Hmm," Leah says, turns back to her computer, and taps a few keys. "Seems I finished that section sooner than I thought. Want to reunite my north with your south, baby?"
Viktorie giggles at that until Leah kisses her.
Rating: PG for sexytimes.
Summary: Viktorie knows how to make her girlfriend stop working.
Date: 2049
Notes: Found out what Leah's doctorate is in! Now if only I could find out if she's gay or bi.
Viktorie's always been a sucker for smart girls, and even more for the history geeks, so it's kind of a foregone conclusion that she'd topple hard for Leah. For God's sake, she's a doctoral candidate in American history, with a sweet smile and clever hands. She couldn't be more perfect if she'd been made to specifications.
It's all in the little details, she thinks, glancing up over her book at Leah, who's working on her dissertation with a little frown-line between her brows. It's all in that smile, the pillow talk about Roosevelt, and the milk-white skin that shudders under her mouth, red hair falling over her stomach, deft hands sliding up her legs, hot, wet mouth...
Viktorie shifts on the couch, and calls to Leah, "Almost done?"
"With this section," Leah replies, absently. "I really hate the Gilded Age sometimes. All backroom bargains and the spoils system."
"Hmm," Viktorie says, and shifts again. "It wasn't all bad."
Leah swings around in her chair to stare at Viktorie with wide blue eyes. "Are you serious? It was possibly the most politically corrupt time in American history."
"I concede that," Viktorie says, "but corruption can be good."
"I'm not hearing this," Leah says, and turns back to her computer.
"For example," Viktorie continues, "you could come over here and make a corrupt bargain with me."
Leah freezes, then swings slowly back around to face Viktorie, one eyebrow quirked. "That," she says, "is either the worst or the best pickup line I've ever heard."
Viktorie shrugs. "Doesn't matter. What matters is if it worked."
"Hmm," Leah says, turns back to her computer, and taps a few keys. "Seems I finished that section sooner than I thought. Want to reunite my north with your south, baby?"
Viktorie giggles at that until Leah kisses her.
