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bardic_ladySt. Trinian's prompt table 21-30
by Me
Pairing: Kelly Jones/Annabelle Fritton (except for a couple)
Rating: G - R
Notes: For my wifelet, because she was in Germany and Scotland and I was bored
Prompt #21: Silence
Annabelle never thought she would find herself in the bathroom of the tower of London being quickly and expertly fingered by her girlfriend. Her teeth are buried in her lower lip, Kelly’s hand over her mouth, knowing that any moan could alert one of the tourist bitches to the illicit sex in the next stall over. It’s far from easy, but Annabelle maintains her silence.
Prompt #22: Journey
Annabelle waves out the window as the train pulls out of the station. Uni is supposed to be exciting and fun, But she can’t help the feeling of loss watching Kelly stand on the platform waving. This journey Annabelle has to make alone.
Prompt #23: Fire
The flames in the grate leap warm and bright, stark contrast to the dark and snowy night outside the windows of St. Trinian’s. Kelly sits at her desk, doing important Head Girl things and Annabelle is tucked on the couch, reading from her art history text. Kelly watches her girlfriend covertly, admiring the play of light on her fine features and the reflecting red and gold caught in the highlights in her hair. The domesticity of the scene isn’t lost on Kelly and she starts to wonder if she wouldn’t like the coziness more long-term.
Prompt #24: Strength
It takes a lot of strength, Kelly thinks, an awful lot of strength, to stand on a field hockey pitch opposite the girl who used and abused you for two years and more and not only not flinch, but grin evilly and hold up your head. Annabelle, she decides, may be the strongest person she knows.
Prompt #25: Mask
Even with a mask on, Annabelle recognizes Kelly immediately. No one else in the crowded room has that severe elegant haircut. She sneaks up behind her girlfriend and covers her eyes, licking her ear and murmuring “Guess who?” When Chelsea squeals and the girl next to her with a long blond curls laughs Kelly’s laugh, Annabelle knows she's been had.
Prompt #26: Ice
Annabelle shivers again, squeezing the ends of the silk scarves binding her hands, and whimpers as Kelly trails another ice cube over her hot skin. She gasps and her nipples go hard when the frozen chunk stops there. Her sigh of relief as the cube moves on is cut short as the cold wet trail traces down around her navel, and Kelly closes shockingly hot lips over the recently chilled peak. “Oh…”
Prompt #27: Fall
The fall, when it comes, is swift and unexpected, at least for Annabelle. One day, she’s curled up in Kelly’s study, sharing wet, dirty kisses, and the next morning, she walks into breakfast and Kelly and Polly are deep in conversation and Kelly is licking Polly’s ear. Annabelle is very proud of herself are walking out calmly and going back to her corner of the dorms. She completes her A-levels and goes to Harvard in America and never looks back.
Prompt #28: Forgotten
The gathering at the little London gallery is swanky and exclusive. The host spared no expense and the champagne that flows freely into the Waterford glasses in Dom Perignon. About halfway through the evening, an athletic blonde in black stands in front of a Corot, beside a rather statuesque brunette. The brunette looks at her and her eyes widen, “Verity?” The blonde seems confused, “Have we met?” “It’s Annabelle, Annabelle Fritton” Verity sniffs, “Oh, Annabelle. I’d forgotten all about you.” She swans off with her fiancé, a member of the House of Lords.
Prompt #29: Dance
One hand hot on the cotton over Kelly’s waist, the other clasping hers, cool palm to her sweaty one. Feeling the soft knit shaped to strong shoulder under her other palm. the hand at her waist presses gently, steering her through the throng and she can feel the warmth of the soft pale cheek resting against hers. Waltzing with Annabelle, completely unlike any dance Kelly’s ever done before.
Prompt #30: Body
Annabelle rolls her eyes as Kelly leans over and continues her lecture. “These are your ears, and this is your throat. This right here is your jugular and it’s a very important vein.” She traces it with her tongue and Annabelle realizes that maybe being the body in Kelly Jones’s anatomy lesson isn’t so bad.
by Me
Pairing: Kelly Jones/Annabelle Fritton (except for a couple)
Rating: G - R
Notes: For my wifelet, because she was in Germany and Scotland and I was bored
Prompt #21: Silence
Annabelle never thought she would find herself in the bathroom of the tower of London being quickly and expertly fingered by her girlfriend. Her teeth are buried in her lower lip, Kelly’s hand over her mouth, knowing that any moan could alert one of the tourist bitches to the illicit sex in the next stall over. It’s far from easy, but Annabelle maintains her silence.
Prompt #22: Journey
Annabelle waves out the window as the train pulls out of the station. Uni is supposed to be exciting and fun, But she can’t help the feeling of loss watching Kelly stand on the platform waving. This journey Annabelle has to make alone.
Prompt #23: Fire
The flames in the grate leap warm and bright, stark contrast to the dark and snowy night outside the windows of St. Trinian’s. Kelly sits at her desk, doing important Head Girl things and Annabelle is tucked on the couch, reading from her art history text. Kelly watches her girlfriend covertly, admiring the play of light on her fine features and the reflecting red and gold caught in the highlights in her hair. The domesticity of the scene isn’t lost on Kelly and she starts to wonder if she wouldn’t like the coziness more long-term.
Prompt #24: Strength
It takes a lot of strength, Kelly thinks, an awful lot of strength, to stand on a field hockey pitch opposite the girl who used and abused you for two years and more and not only not flinch, but grin evilly and hold up your head. Annabelle, she decides, may be the strongest person she knows.
Prompt #25: Mask
Even with a mask on, Annabelle recognizes Kelly immediately. No one else in the crowded room has that severe elegant haircut. She sneaks up behind her girlfriend and covers her eyes, licking her ear and murmuring “Guess who?” When Chelsea squeals and the girl next to her with a long blond curls laughs Kelly’s laugh, Annabelle knows she's been had.
Prompt #26: Ice
Annabelle shivers again, squeezing the ends of the silk scarves binding her hands, and whimpers as Kelly trails another ice cube over her hot skin. She gasps and her nipples go hard when the frozen chunk stops there. Her sigh of relief as the cube moves on is cut short as the cold wet trail traces down around her navel, and Kelly closes shockingly hot lips over the recently chilled peak. “Oh…”
Prompt #27: Fall
The fall, when it comes, is swift and unexpected, at least for Annabelle. One day, she’s curled up in Kelly’s study, sharing wet, dirty kisses, and the next morning, she walks into breakfast and Kelly and Polly are deep in conversation and Kelly is licking Polly’s ear. Annabelle is very proud of herself are walking out calmly and going back to her corner of the dorms. She completes her A-levels and goes to Harvard in America and never looks back.
Prompt #28: Forgotten
The gathering at the little London gallery is swanky and exclusive. The host spared no expense and the champagne that flows freely into the Waterford glasses in Dom Perignon. About halfway through the evening, an athletic blonde in black stands in front of a Corot, beside a rather statuesque brunette. The brunette looks at her and her eyes widen, “Verity?” The blonde seems confused, “Have we met?” “It’s Annabelle, Annabelle Fritton” Verity sniffs, “Oh, Annabelle. I’d forgotten all about you.” She swans off with her fiancé, a member of the House of Lords.
Prompt #29: Dance
One hand hot on the cotton over Kelly’s waist, the other clasping hers, cool palm to her sweaty one. Feeling the soft knit shaped to strong shoulder under her other palm. the hand at her waist presses gently, steering her through the throng and she can feel the warmth of the soft pale cheek resting against hers. Waltzing with Annabelle, completely unlike any dance Kelly’s ever done before.
Prompt #30: Body
Annabelle rolls her eyes as Kelly leans over and continues her lecture. “These are your ears, and this is your throat. This right here is your jugular and it’s a very important vein.” She traces it with her tongue and Annabelle realizes that maybe being the body in Kelly Jones’s anatomy lesson isn’t so bad.
