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Griffin/Shrike, sex change potion

[(Anonymous)]

Griffin (accidentally, on purpose, while drunk, on a bet, or multiple of the above) takes a sex change potion again, and Shrike, who realizes that Griffin's pretty hot this way, gives Griffin a few advanced pointers on how to make the most of it.

Fill: Changes (1/1) - ok for fanmail

[(Anonymous)]

He looks good like this.

Or rather, she does.

Shrike's four drinks in when she realizes, watching Griffin over the rim of her sake cup.

Griffin makes a handsome woman; there's definition to her arm muscles, and a certain sharpness to the jaw, framed by that shorn silver hair. But more than any of that, she carries herself with confidence. It's devastatingly attractive.

There's something soft about her, too, though – something a little awkward, like she's not entirely sure what to do with herself like this. That, Shrike is starting to realize, is just as attractive.

As she watches, Griffin shifts – takes another sip of her whisky, and shifts again. She's not quite squirming, but it's a near thing.

"Is something the matter?" says Shrike.

Griffin starts, as though guilty – flushes, and glances aside. "Not really," she says. "It's just, you'd think I'd learn to keep my mouth shut."

Shrike observes her for a long moment or two. "No," she allows, at last. "I'm not that surprised at all."

Griffin shoots her a look. It's almost a glare, but it falls short of any actual irritation. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," she says.

"If you weren't willing to take the consequences," says Shrike, reasonable, "you shouldn't have taken the bet.

"Yeah," says Griffin, and shifts again. "Probably not, huh."

It's an awkward motion. Every time Griffin does it, her thighs rub together, under the table. Griffin's face is flushed, her eyes averted.

Ah, thinks Shrike.

"You know," she says, "You'll have this body for a few more hours, at least. The potions last for quite some time."

Griffin groans and rubs at her temples. "Don't remind me."

"I only mean to say," says Shrike, "that you're going to be uncomfortable if you wait that long to relieve your arousal."

She says it very reasonably: calm, and direct, and straightforward.

"What?" yelps Griffin, and nearly falls off the chair.

"It's perfectly natural," says Shrike. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not turned on!" says Griffin, face bright red. "Okay? I'm just weirded out by this. I've got different parts. Of course I'm gonna notice if they feel different."

"Different how?" asks Shrike, curious.

Griffin's face, somehow, grows redder still. "Just – different, okay? My underwear're rubbing kinda weird."

Shrike gives her a long looking over. She finishes the next cup of sake, and she steals her nerve. "I could help with that," she says.

"With my underwear?" Griffin manages, voice somewhat strangled.

"With the rubbing," says Shrike.

Griffin's mouth opens, like she means to say something. No words come out; she only stares.

So Shrike pushes her chair back. She stands and crosses over to where Griffin's sitting, frozen like a deer in headlights.

Shrike sets a hand on each of Griffin's knees. She presses outward, firm but gentle, and the legs fall open. She makes eye contact as she reaches in, and she settles her palm over the crux between Griffin's legs.

Griffin hisses in a soft gasp. She goes even redder, and she glances away.

Shrike presses two fingers to the seam of the pants, and she begins to rub.

It's gratifying, how responsive Griffin is. She tries to muffle the sounds, but she's really quite bad at it. Her body broadcasts her interest, from the way her hips twitch up into the touch to the deep, panted breaths as Shrike continues to work.

"It's better without all the layers in the way," Shrike remarks, calmly.

Griffin hesitates – bites at her lip, and then nods. She undoes her own belt, with shaking hands, and then unfastens the row of tiny buttons on her pants.

"Just relax," says Shrike, and reaches into the newly bared space.

Griffin's wet already – not just wet, but soaking, the fabric of her underwear damp and clinging. Small wonder it was catching and rubbing in all the right places; Shrike wonders how long she's been this riled up, walking around and trying to ignore it.

She presses her index finger and middle finger together, side by side – drags them up the length of Griffin's slit, collecting moisture. When she reaches the top, she presses them to the hood of Griffin's clit and resumes rubbing again, this time in a small circle, the pressure not as firm.

Griffin almost jackknives straight up off the chair. She yelps, and bucks, and tries to spread her legs wider. She's an absolute vision, eyes glazed and lips parted. Shrike can't help it; she leans in to kiss her, slow and exploratory, while her fingers keep working between her legs.

She feels it when Griffin comes – an arch, and a groan half-swallowed by the kiss, and a series of tremors that leave her clutching at Shrike's shoulders like she doesn't know what else to hold onto.

When she's finished with the aftershocks, Shrike pulls back, with a small smile. "Better?"

"Holy shit," says Griffin, shaky.

"A reminder, just in case you've lost sight of the possibilities," says Shrike. "But you don't have to wait for a second round, while you're like this."

"A second round," Griffin echoes, sounding a little lost.

"Yes," says Shrike. "If you'd like there to be one."

Griffin stares up at her, eyes half-lidded, face still flushed with pleasure. For a long couple of seconds, Shrike thinks that perhaps she won't reply. Perhaps she's pushed this too far.

The thought's chased away as Griffin reaches out for her, strong, slender hands taking hold of the lapels of her military jacket to reel her in for another kiss.

Re: Fill: Changes (1/1) - ok for fanmail

[(Anonymous)]

THANKS ANON you're a gift, A++++