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(Because one didn't seem to have started this year, and I admit to wanting very much to participate in one of these challenges!)
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!

The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format: fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence. .
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!

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From:

angenoir

She hates to see her, hates to see the reflection of herself, if she had ever been taken and molded by uncaring and cruel hands, and hates that she feels hatred instead of sympathy.

Neither feeling stops her from blocking Dottie, every action, every slip of hand she tries, taking almost vicious satisfaction in caging Dottie in - they may have to work together, again, but Peggy is not letting Dottie slip through her fingers this time.

"Well," Dottie breathes, breath fanning over Peggy's cheek as Peggy straddles her, pins Dottie's arms over Dottie's head, "now that you have me..." and Peggy hates that she can feel a flush rising, hates that she's responding like this, hates that it's Dottie making her feel this way, "...what will you do to me?" - and Peggy has no answer, meets those wolf-eyes in a pretty lamb-face, ignores the heat of arousal curling low, and waits for Sousa to bring the handcuffs.

EDIT: fixed a typo, sorry!

Edited Date: 2016-03-26 07:15 pm (UTC)