Shut up. [it's easy to say, first tugging at saber's arm, feeling the taut strength of it as he lingers, dawdles, then the warmth of it against the loose shoulder of her t-shirt, making hot sparks shiver up and down shauna's spine. what do you like, he says, and she thinks of her fingers laced with mel's, tugging her along, into the shelter, pressing her down on the turf, smelling her sweat and churned up earth. she likes that, likes the desperate quiver of almost-fear when she hooks her fingers inside melissa's body, the sweet whimpery noises she makes.
but she'd liked that from jeff too, liked how he'd get weak-kneed at the end, hands clutching so tight they left bruises, hips bucking and breath gulping like a drowning man. need, shauna likes need, and control and power and watching someone fall apart because they want her so, so much. the door closes behind them, and shauna turns, tipping her chin upwards, eyes dark in the lightless room.] With guys? Being on top. Choosing how fast I wanna ride. I never had a guy go down on me before.
[she's dancing around it, around the blonde ghost that she's felt haunting the edges of her, this whole time, in this alternate reality where jackie's curled up to her every night instead. sometimes shauna thinks of the way mel would pant against the inside of her thigh after eating her out, surfacing from the clumsy, earnest, wholehearted worship of her underfed, tanned, scarred body. she thinks of jeff there, and can't quite picture it, can't imagine an encounter that isn't the front seat of his car, skirt hitched up, panties shoved down.
but she could picture saber. maybe. if he keeps smiling like that, like a bad idea, like a promise. shauna steps away, stretches her arms over her head, moonlight flashing on the stretch marks on her stomach.] What do you like?
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but she'd liked that from jeff too, liked how he'd get weak-kneed at the end, hands clutching so tight they left bruises, hips bucking and breath gulping like a drowning man. need, shauna likes need, and control and power and watching someone fall apart because they want her so, so much. the door closes behind them, and shauna turns, tipping her chin upwards, eyes dark in the lightless room.] With guys? Being on top. Choosing how fast I wanna ride. I never had a guy go down on me before.
[she's dancing around it, around the blonde ghost that she's felt haunting the edges of her, this whole time, in this alternate reality where jackie's curled up to her every night instead. sometimes shauna thinks of the way mel would pant against the inside of her thigh after eating her out, surfacing from the clumsy, earnest, wholehearted worship of her underfed, tanned, scarred body. she thinks of jeff there, and can't quite picture it, can't imagine an encounter that isn't the front seat of his car, skirt hitched up, panties shoved down.
but she could picture saber. maybe. if he keeps smiling like that, like a bad idea, like a promise. shauna steps away, stretches her arms over her head, moonlight flashing on the stretch marks on her stomach.] What do you like?