#short domme tiny domme little ball of control

[araniladin]

Rosebird Lemon WIP

I had a silly scene in my head annnnnnd it became part of chapter two of this story that I STILL HAVENT TITLED (Taking Asks for Title ideas for Angry Raven x Pixie Goth Summer story). I just need to edit chapter one and itll be up. Anyway, here's a Funnyish scene.

The door opened to a small room with a bunk bed and a closet. It smelled of cleaner and dust, a place rarely used and almost unneeded.

Raven stomped in. “Top is mine.”

Summer laughed, and slid past Raven, her pink duffle bag landing on the top bed. “Yeah, no. I’m top.”

The way she said it had Raven thinking this was no longer about the beds.

“I’m taller, I need the headspace,” Raven argued.

Looking over her shoulder, Summer put lie to that logic. Both of the beds fairly cramped and the top under the slanted roof.

“I’m top, just admit it.” Summer grabbed the bed to jump up when Raven placed a hand over her hair.

“Do not argue with me, short stuff,” Raven growled. “I’m taking top”

“Oh, no you didn’t.” Fingers like steel wrapped around Raven’s wrist and the taller woman found herself bent over the bottom bunk.

Blinking into the sheets, she threw her elbow back. Summer grabbed it and used it to flip Raven onto her back. Fingers grasped her wrists and pinned Raven down. Summer sat astride her, pinning her down.

The heart in her chest beat wildly, something other than fear causing it to do so. Those lips leaned down and Raven’s heart beat faster. She gulped, trying to calm down, to push thoughts of what those lips would do away. Fuck, where had those thoughts come from?

Summer leaned over to whisper into Raven’s ear. “Call me short again, and you will pay for it.”

Remembering how Summer had turned a vague threat around on her before, Raven gasped out. “Oh yeah, how?” Her voice cracked and she didn’t want to admit why.

Teeth sank into Raven’s ear, gently nibbling on the lobe of it. “Mock my height again, and find out.”

Raven gasped. Her heart beat and she found herself more excited than anything. Mind whirling, she barely noticed Summer rolling off.

Pulling down her duffle and pulling out a toiletry kit, towel and night clothes, Summer stripped out of parts of her outfit. Clunky boots, stockings, top, and with a wink at Raven, dropping her bra over the other girl’s bag.

Draping the towel around her neck, Summer walked towards the showers.

Raven laid on the bed, trying to collect her thoughts. That had been too enjoyable and that upset her. She was not here to have fun, she was here for her tribe, her people. She was to be their greatest leader. Being brought low like that was shameful, unworthy of someone like her.

But she had enjoyed it, a part of her brain coming up with the best short pun she could think of. Would Summer actually carry her threat out? Would making it public, or semi public, be too much for the little Pixie Goth? Did she want Summer to make good on her threat, in the shower?

What that threat could be had Raven’s mind deep in the gutter and wallowing in it. She needed to shower, clear her head. This was crazy, stupid. Summer was a smart ass city kid. Push come to shove, she would crumble like all city raised huntresses did.

Sitting up, she bonked her head against the top bunk. Ducking out from under the bed, she vowed to take the top bunk back from that damn pixie of a girl. Raven would be top, cause she was Raven Oum-Damned Branwen, the best damn bandit on this continent and the next.

She stripped out of her clothes, ignoring the wet spot on her panties as she grabbed her towel and toiletry kit.

#rwby #rosebird #summer rose #raven branwen #summer x raven #lemon #short domme tiny domme little ball of control #to all my short friends out there #this is for you