[Fic] Goddess Within
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kittydesadeTitle: Goddess Within
Fandom: The Craft
Characters: Nancy/Sarah/Bonnie/Rochelle
Word Count: 500
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Nancy tries to enact the Great Rite with only a limited understanding of how it actually works.
A/N: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo "Orgy." At some point I'll write an NC-17 version of this, but right now, this is it.
She called it the Great Rite. Bonnie said it was a way to get her rocks off. Then Nancy pointed out that she didn't have rocks and threatened to shave Bonnie's head.
Sarah thought there might be something to it. She'd read up on her witchcraft, she'd even read some of the books Liriel recommended, weird as the older woman was with her smelly things and her creepy store with the curtain. It was symbolic. It was deep. It was something, words that Sarah didn't know, and she thought that maybe it might do something for the group.
Of course, there was the problem that both Bonnie and Rochelle were complaining they weren't lesbians.
"Big babies," Nancy called them, and Sarah was about to point out that that wasn't helping create a magical atmosphere when Nancy took her firmly at the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
For all that she was combative and sometimes a bitch at school, Nancy was a surprisingly gentle kisser.
That little girl lost act of Nancy's after they broke apart seemed to comfort Bonnie. She took her turn next, while Nancy leaned back against her elbows and watched Rochelle take another shot off the bottle they'd gotten from the liquor cabinet; Nancy's mother could only stay teetotaler so long. "Liquid courage?" Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "You don't have to, you know. I mean…" She looked over, but Nancy was busy sticking her tongue down Bonnie's throat, by the sound of it. She wondered if Bonnie really liked it or was just putting up with it because she needed to feel loved and wanted. Bonnie worried about her scars too much.
Sarah turned back to Rochelle. "Whatever Nancy says, I don't think it works if you don't want it or don't, you know. Feel it."
Rochelle made sort of a face. "I just… I'm not a big dyke, you know?"
Sarah shrugged. "Me either."
Nancy did try to appropriate all four of them, but it turned out that the Rite worked better two on two. If that's what it was. Sarah wasn't sure there was anything Great or magical about what they did, maybe it really was just a bunch of girls getting close and fooling around, experimenting the way girls their age were supposed to do. She didn't think of this until after she'd made Rochelle come gasping, the school uniform she'd refused to take off rolling down coffee colored thighs as she arched off the floor. Sarah withdrew the dildo, dripping, trailing the tip down her open legs.
It wasn't the most magical sexual experience ever. But it did have a kind of magic to it. The next day, Bonnie walked down the hall with her shoulders a little straighter and her hair back behind her ears. Nancy had a thoughtful expression on her face and kept most of the snark to herself. And she and Rochelle shared a quiet lunch and whispered laughter out on the lawn.
Fandom: The Craft
Characters: Nancy/Sarah/Bonnie/Rochelle
Word Count: 500
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Nancy tries to enact the Great Rite with only a limited understanding of how it actually works.
A/N: Written for
kink_bingo "Orgy." At some point I'll write an NC-17 version of this, but right now, this is it.She called it the Great Rite. Bonnie said it was a way to get her rocks off. Then Nancy pointed out that she didn't have rocks and threatened to shave Bonnie's head.
Sarah thought there might be something to it. She'd read up on her witchcraft, she'd even read some of the books Liriel recommended, weird as the older woman was with her smelly things and her creepy store with the curtain. It was symbolic. It was deep. It was something, words that Sarah didn't know, and she thought that maybe it might do something for the group.
Of course, there was the problem that both Bonnie and Rochelle were complaining they weren't lesbians.
"Big babies," Nancy called them, and Sarah was about to point out that that wasn't helping create a magical atmosphere when Nancy took her firmly at the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
For all that she was combative and sometimes a bitch at school, Nancy was a surprisingly gentle kisser.
That little girl lost act of Nancy's after they broke apart seemed to comfort Bonnie. She took her turn next, while Nancy leaned back against her elbows and watched Rochelle take another shot off the bottle they'd gotten from the liquor cabinet; Nancy's mother could only stay teetotaler so long. "Liquid courage?" Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "You don't have to, you know. I mean…" She looked over, but Nancy was busy sticking her tongue down Bonnie's throat, by the sound of it. She wondered if Bonnie really liked it or was just putting up with it because she needed to feel loved and wanted. Bonnie worried about her scars too much.
Sarah turned back to Rochelle. "Whatever Nancy says, I don't think it works if you don't want it or don't, you know. Feel it."
Rochelle made sort of a face. "I just… I'm not a big dyke, you know?"
Sarah shrugged. "Me either."
Nancy did try to appropriate all four of them, but it turned out that the Rite worked better two on two. If that's what it was. Sarah wasn't sure there was anything Great or magical about what they did, maybe it really was just a bunch of girls getting close and fooling around, experimenting the way girls their age were supposed to do. She didn't think of this until after she'd made Rochelle come gasping, the school uniform she'd refused to take off rolling down coffee colored thighs as she arched off the floor. Sarah withdrew the dildo, dripping, trailing the tip down her open legs.
It wasn't the most magical sexual experience ever. But it did have a kind of magic to it. The next day, Bonnie walked down the hall with her shoulders a little straighter and her hair back behind her ears. Nancy had a thoughtful expression on her face and kept most of the snark to herself. And she and Rochelle shared a quiet lunch and whispered laughter out on the lawn.