“You’re not serious.” The statement hangs in the air, only to be greeted by Abaddon’s mischievous smirking. Naomi rolls her eyes again at the lacy blue garters and panties she had just unwrapped from the box. She repeats her statement, and Abaddon stands, sauntering over with her hands on her hips, bright red fingernails tapping away like she always does when she has a plan up her sleeve. Naomi grimaces once more, stiffening as Abaddon lifts the underwear out of the box and holds it delicately in front of the brunette’s face. A tense silence ensues once more, each woman testing the willpower of the other.
“Well, it’s a step up from your granny panties.” Abaddon comments flippantly, knowing already that the statement will get under Naomi’s skin. Sure enough, Naomi stands, her face inches from Abaddon’s. “I do not wear granny panties, thank you very much.” She retorts, her voice icy. The redhead hums in reply, still waggling the lingerie in the other woman’s face enticingly. “Come onnnnnn,” she singsongs, painted mouth spread in a wide grin that directly contrasts the stony expression on Naomi’s face. Naomi glances away for a moment, indecisive and calculating before she finally seems to reach a conclusion that causes her expression to change from subtle distress to smug satisfaction.
“It’s my birthday, so I tell you what,” Naomi begins, reaching towards the underwear as if to take it from Abaddon’s fingers. However she stops just has her own fingertips brush the lacy fabric and steps further into the redhead’s space. She pauses for dramatic effect, gleaning much pleasure from the slightly puzzled expression Abaddon is so frantically attempting to hide. This is what Naomi loves the most about their relationship: her constant ability to throw the redhead completely off guard.
Slowly, smoothly, she pushes the lingerie towards Abaddon’s chest, never letting her fingers leave the fabric. “You wear them now,” Naomi commands, and she can already tell she’s won this round by the way Abaddon’s eyebrows raise intriguingly. “And I will remove them from you,” The brunette finishes, her nose nearly brushing up against Abaddon’s due to their close proximity. She can feel the other woman’s breath hitch and increase slightly in pace, can see the way Abaddon’s eyes darken from dilating pupils. The redhead’s fingers tighten over panties, but her eyes never leave Naomi’s. “Will you do it with your teeth?” Abaddon questions in a hissing whisper, slowly running her tongue over blood-red lips.
“I will do it however I see fit.” Naomi replies as she completely pushes the underwear against Abaddon’s body and draws herself back, leaving a few feet of space between them. “Now strip.”
Abaddon smirks, flashing a shit-eating grin, and eagerly removes her shirt.
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Fill, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Birthday Lingerie
Date: 2013-10-06 08:36 pm (UTC)“Well, it’s a step up from your granny panties.” Abaddon comments flippantly, knowing already that the statement will get under Naomi’s skin. Sure enough, Naomi stands, her face inches from Abaddon’s. “I do not wear granny panties, thank you very much.” She retorts, her voice icy. The redhead hums in reply, still waggling the lingerie in the other woman’s face enticingly. “Come onnnnnn,” she singsongs, painted mouth spread in a wide grin that directly contrasts the stony expression on Naomi’s face. Naomi glances away for a moment, indecisive and calculating before she finally seems to reach a conclusion that causes her expression to change from subtle distress to smug satisfaction.
“It’s my birthday, so I tell you what,” Naomi begins, reaching towards the underwear as if to take it from Abaddon’s fingers. However she stops just has her own fingertips brush the lacy fabric and steps further into the redhead’s space. She pauses for dramatic effect, gleaning much pleasure from the slightly puzzled expression Abaddon is so frantically attempting to hide. This is what Naomi loves the most about their relationship: her constant ability to throw the redhead completely off guard.
Slowly, smoothly, she pushes the lingerie towards Abaddon’s chest, never letting her fingers leave the fabric. “You wear them now,” Naomi commands, and she can already tell she’s won this round by the way Abaddon’s eyebrows raise intriguingly. “And I will remove them from you,” The brunette finishes, her nose nearly brushing up against Abaddon’s due to their close proximity. She can feel the other woman’s breath hitch and increase slightly in pace, can see the way Abaddon’s eyes darken from dilating pupils. The redhead’s fingers tighten over panties, but her eyes never leave Naomi’s. “Will you do it with your teeth?” Abaddon questions in a hissing whisper, slowly running her tongue over blood-red lips.
“I will do it however I see fit.” Naomi replies as she completely pushes the underwear against Abaddon’s body and draws herself back, leaving a few feet of space between them. “Now strip.”
Abaddon smirks, flashing a shit-eating grin, and eagerly removes her shirt.