Kink Bingo - Exhibitionism
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a_qTitle: The Team Players
Fandoms: Leverage / Human Target
Pairing: Sophie Devereaux / Ilsa Pucci
Kink: exhibitionism
Word count: 501
Notes: everybody was on a mission, but the objectives varied.
”Sophie? Are you there? Did you found the other team?”
Sophie pressed so close to her that Ilsa could clearly hear the voice speaking in Sophie's ear com. The voice sounded annoyed, not worried. Ilsa thought this was a good sign, because Sophie was not leaving this hallway, not any time soon. She had to stay here, and continue doing what ever magic it was with her wonderful fingers. Ilsa gasped and shivered. The rough surface of the wall added yet another layer of pleasure, over Sophie's talented fingers, her hand on Sophie and the vigilance needed not to let anything slip through the coms. It was exhilarating, knowing that four members of her team, and four members of Sophie's team were all connected to this, only a whisper away.
“Yes, Nate, busy now, later,” Sophie said, and Ilsa marveled how bored she managed to sound. Ilsa bit her lip and mouthed 'Nate?' to her when she moved to get a bit of room to maneuver her hand better under Ilsa's cocktail dress. Ilsa wiggled helpfully, while Sophie rolled her eyes in mockery about something coming through the ear com. Ilsa couldn't hear the words anymore.
“Yes, I am on it Nate, yes, really,” Sophie said and kept going, stroking so deliciously that Ilsa couldn't help but moan, no matter how she tried to bite it down. That little strangled sound made her ear com crackle.
“Ilsa? Is everything alright? Did you make contact?”
“I'm fine, thank you Mr. Chance. Still...Ah, still working on it!”
Ilsa clung to Sophie, like she would drown if Sophie let go. She had no intention to let go, instead she pressed closer to her again, kissing the curve of her neck, laughing against her skin.
“Guerrero has hacked the camera feed, we'll have a visual in a second.”
“Soph, Harrison is in the system, yeah, we'll see you in a second.”
“Oh... No, ah, I mean, do go on...” Ilsa said, trying to make it sound like she was only talking to Chance, when in fact she was too caught up with pushing against Sophie's fingers, stroking her in turn. Sophie moaned against her neck, trying to keep the sound from escaping too far.
“The camera...” Ilsa said, turning her head lightly to see if the dead eye of the camera had turned yet.
“So close, so close...” Sophie moaned, causing the instant response from the ear coms.
“Soph, hang in there, we are having some kind of glitch here.”
“Ilsa, somebody is interrupting the feed. Do you want me to come there?”
“No need, Mr. Chance, everything is...Quite...Alright...” Ilsa said, hoping that the connection wasn't sharp enough to pick up the shiver in her voice. She couldn't hold it in anymore, and she felt like drowning, the pleasure tearing her one way, fear of getting caught to the other. Sophie held her tight and Ilsa almost cried for the sheer exaltation of it.
The camera blinked.
“We can see you.”
Fandoms: Leverage / Human Target
Pairing: Sophie Devereaux / Ilsa Pucci
Kink: exhibitionism
Word count: 501
Notes: everybody was on a mission, but the objectives varied.
”Sophie? Are you there? Did you found the other team?”
Sophie pressed so close to her that Ilsa could clearly hear the voice speaking in Sophie's ear com. The voice sounded annoyed, not worried. Ilsa thought this was a good sign, because Sophie was not leaving this hallway, not any time soon. She had to stay here, and continue doing what ever magic it was with her wonderful fingers. Ilsa gasped and shivered. The rough surface of the wall added yet another layer of pleasure, over Sophie's talented fingers, her hand on Sophie and the vigilance needed not to let anything slip through the coms. It was exhilarating, knowing that four members of her team, and four members of Sophie's team were all connected to this, only a whisper away.
“Yes, Nate, busy now, later,” Sophie said, and Ilsa marveled how bored she managed to sound. Ilsa bit her lip and mouthed 'Nate?' to her when she moved to get a bit of room to maneuver her hand better under Ilsa's cocktail dress. Ilsa wiggled helpfully, while Sophie rolled her eyes in mockery about something coming through the ear com. Ilsa couldn't hear the words anymore.
“Yes, I am on it Nate, yes, really,” Sophie said and kept going, stroking so deliciously that Ilsa couldn't help but moan, no matter how she tried to bite it down. That little strangled sound made her ear com crackle.
“Ilsa? Is everything alright? Did you make contact?”
“I'm fine, thank you Mr. Chance. Still...Ah, still working on it!”
Ilsa clung to Sophie, like she would drown if Sophie let go. She had no intention to let go, instead she pressed closer to her again, kissing the curve of her neck, laughing against her skin.
“Guerrero has hacked the camera feed, we'll have a visual in a second.”
“Soph, Harrison is in the system, yeah, we'll see you in a second.”
“Oh... No, ah, I mean, do go on...” Ilsa said, trying to make it sound like she was only talking to Chance, when in fact she was too caught up with pushing against Sophie's fingers, stroking her in turn. Sophie moaned against her neck, trying to keep the sound from escaping too far.
“The camera...” Ilsa said, turning her head lightly to see if the dead eye of the camera had turned yet.
“So close, so close...” Sophie moaned, causing the instant response from the ear coms.
“Soph, hang in there, we are having some kind of glitch here.”
“Ilsa, somebody is interrupting the feed. Do you want me to come there?”
“No need, Mr. Chance, everything is...Quite...Alright...” Ilsa said, hoping that the connection wasn't sharp enough to pick up the shiver in her voice. She couldn't hold it in anymore, and she felt like drowning, the pleasure tearing her one way, fear of getting caught to the other. Sophie held her tight and Ilsa almost cried for the sheer exaltation of it.
The camera blinked.
“We can see you.”