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femslashficlets2019-06-06 10:29 pm
[Literature] Damsel in Distress (Community)
Title: Damsel in Distress
Fandom: Community
Characters/Pairings: Annie Edison/Britta Perry
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Quote: I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her. Sarah Waters, Fingersmith
Britta’s black T-shirt says ‘No Damsel’ in a bold white font with the A capitalized and circled, and it’s the most ridiculous thing Annie has ever seen. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen,” she says as she sneaks her hand underneath it. “Take it off.”
Britta catches her wrist. “What? No! I love this shirt.”
“I said take it off,” Annie says with that edge of steel she knows will make Britta’s knees melt.
“I’m the knight in shining armor,” Britta mutters, but Annie can tell her resolve is breaking. She draws a little circle with a fingertip on Britta’s belly and feels her muscles tighten in answer.
“Off,” says Annie, more kindly this time, and this time Britta complies, slipping the shirt off over her head. Annie drops kisses on her neck in thanks.
Yes, she’s a knight in shining armour, one who falls off her horse and somehow ends up kinkshaming a peasant. She’s also the most precious of damsels, caught in a tower she built herself, pretending she doesn’t need rescuing. Annie’s working on that. Brick by brick. Shirt by shirt. That tower is going down.
She’s no hero, but she does like a project.
Fandom: Community
Characters/Pairings: Annie Edison/Britta Perry
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Quote: I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her. Sarah Waters, Fingersmith
Britta’s black T-shirt says ‘No Damsel’ in a bold white font with the A capitalized and circled, and it’s the most ridiculous thing Annie has ever seen. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen,” she says as she sneaks her hand underneath it. “Take it off.”
Britta catches her wrist. “What? No! I love this shirt.”
“I said take it off,” Annie says with that edge of steel she knows will make Britta’s knees melt.
“I’m the knight in shining armor,” Britta mutters, but Annie can tell her resolve is breaking. She draws a little circle with a fingertip on Britta’s belly and feels her muscles tighten in answer.
“Off,” says Annie, more kindly this time, and this time Britta complies, slipping the shirt off over her head. Annie drops kisses on her neck in thanks.
Yes, she’s a knight in shining armour, one who falls off her horse and somehow ends up kinkshaming a peasant. She’s also the most precious of damsels, caught in a tower she built herself, pretending she doesn’t need rescuing. Annie’s working on that. Brick by brick. Shirt by shirt. That tower is going down.
She’s no hero, but she does like a project.
