Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for nudity and romantic content
Summary: Blanche shows Dorothy a whole new level of fun. 200-word drabble. Slash.
Warnings: Femme Slash
Disclaimer: Blanche, Dorothy, and the Golden Girls are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She stared at the spot on her wrinkled thigh with great dismay pulling her handsome features downward and, thus, creating even more wrinkles. Her partner sighed as she tried not to grimace at the truly ugly face her best friend was now making. "Dorothy, I told you it's no big deal!"
Dorothy just shook her head in dismay. "I told you I'd make a mess of it. Only I could get it on my thigh!"
"You're supposed to make a mess with it!" Blanche tried to explain as she wriggled around beneath her. "That's part of the fun!" Her experienced fingers caressed Dorothy's thigh. Then she leaned forward and gently licked the spot.
Blanche's tongue was like a small stone thrown into the river of Dorothy's being. It set off rivulets of thrilling passion that soon built into a cascading waterfall of ecstasy as Blanche continued to suckle her tender flesh. Dorothy threw her head back with a groan of pleasure.
Blanche looked up, thoroughly pleased with herself. "See?" she asked with a wriggle of her nose and a naughtily suggestive expression darkening her eyes. "I told you whipped cream makes for a whole new level of fun in the bedroom!"
The End