The humidity aggravated the flyaways in Lauren’s ponytail and left the beginnings of an unruly mess. The warm, damp air made her realize just how dry her mouth was as Tamsin kissed her way up the other woman’s neck. Why did they have to do this here? In this hot-as-hell shed when there were such wonderful inventions like in-ground pools and air conditioning? Tamsin’s teeth grazed her jaw and she moaned.
Summary: Post 3x04. Tamsin takes Dyson out on the town, and enlists his help in scratching a certain itch.
Note: *dons body armor and protective headgear*
Okay, look. I know what you’re thinking. “Alex, wat r u doin? You’re supposed to be Team Bo-Gets-All-The-Ass, not Team Tamsin-Gets-Herself-Some-Wolf-Wang.” I get it.
Here’s the thing: I like pretty people. And I like when pretty people mash their naughty bits up against each other. So I’m not…apologizing for this, per se. If you don’t want to read it, I totally get that. 100%. But I kinda think it’s hot. Even though I don’t ship them by any means whatsoever.
Not to worry, your regularly scheduled femslash will return shortly.