[230/176] Freshly Cut Grass, the Flutter of Pages (Original)

[ilthit]

Title: Freshly Cut Grass, the Flutter of Pages
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Violet Holmes/Phyllida Winiger
Rating: Mature
Words: 530
Summary: They meet in university.
Notes: Also for my personal Kinktober/OCtober challenge.


When Phyllida had first heard the words 'hot American exchange student', a certain image had flashed through her mind, involving a deep tan, bleached-blonde hair and probably one of those ridiculously tiny pink knickers that ride up your bottom. They had all kinds at Cambridge these days, she'd thought.

So when she'd leaned over to Jane and whispered a question about the absolute stunner in figure painting class, and Jane had rolled her eyes and whispered the name, Phyllida could barely put the two together. Violet Holmes. Soft dark hair, doe eyes, a neat blouse tucked around the collar in that way that somehow, and Phyllida couldn't tell you how, signalled dyke--and those glasses perched on her head--and--the subtle way Violet didn't belong, but still carried herself as if the University of Cambridge with all its stuffy history should pick itself up and try to match her.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Phyl," said Jane. She sounded sour, as usual, but well, if Jane didn't want any, then she had no business telling Phyllida not to go for it. She struck up a conversation with Violet right after class.

-

"We're supposed to be studying," said Violet, with that gentle amused admonishment that drove Phyllida crazy. Everything about Violet did. Right now, she was lying back on her bed in her room, the smell of cut grass wafting in through the open window. Her glasses were still perched on her nose, and she held a paperback copy of A History of Private Life in one hand even as Phyllida undid the buttons of her blouse, trailing kisses along the emerging skin.

"I am," said Phyllida, tracing the lace on Violet's bra. "Mmm. Victoria's Secret?"

Violet laughed; Phyllida heard it, even if the next words out of her mouth were, "I'm going to read now."

"Oh, do."

Phyllida tasted the synthetic strands of that lace, scratched her lips on it, sought the nub of nipple underneath. Violet's breasts were just right; a little heavy, a little loose, but perfect if you asked Phyl. She played with them, gave them the gentlest massage. A muffled "mff" was the most she got.

Oh, so? She could do better. Wasn't it wonderful how one's fellow students inspired one to try harder? She latched onto a nipple and rolled it between tongue and teeth. Her knee dug into the mattress as she brushed Violet's other breast rhythmically.

A catch of breath. That was something. She was going to make Violet read the same passage over and over and not understand a word. She slipped that bra down and kissed her nipple, sucked it in.

A soft murmur--Violet was reading aloud. Oh, God, these breasts. Phyllida wanted to be smothered in them. She moaned around Violet's flesh and could hear her stop reading, and begin again at the beginning of the sentence.

"Phyl, baby," Violet panted, that book finally falling to the floor in a flutter of pages. Victory. "God. Look, look--stop." Phyllida raised her head reluctantly, face flushed, lipgloss smeared. Violet's eyes were dark with lust. "It's just Hunkemöller."

"Mmm. Matching pants?"

Violet grinned. "I think you'd better check."

Comments

[gloss]

I really loved this. You captured two whole people and their dynamic, as well as the setting and some deeply erotic teasing, in so few words. Beautiful. <3

[ilthit]

Aww, thank you! I was writing for my own amusement with characters that I know well myself, that doesn't always work out for other people, but I'm glad it did this time.

[axelmania]

im not sure i can put into words how much i love this-- its so hot, and with so many great lines! the contrast between phyls expectations and reality, the blouse that signals "dyke", students inspiring one another to try harder, and that freshly cut grass smell that puts you into the scene so well. youve created such distinct and interesting characters, too, i want to see more of them!

[ilthit]

Aww, man, thank you so much! I wish I could point you to a consistent story about them. Violet's a side character in my The Quality of Mercy story set some twenty-five years later, and I keep writing her and Pru's disastrous relationship here on femslashficlets. I'm afraid Violet and Phyllida's affair doesn't survive graduation.

I'm having a lot of fun writing OC ficlets and recommend it to everyone.