FIC: Everything Nice
Title: Everything Nice
Author: balefully
Pairing: Jo/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Words: 823
Summary: Jo and Jess and their first kiss.
Disclaimer: The girls are sadly not mine.
Notes: Written for my Sam's 25th Birthday Drabble Party in response to valiant's prompt: "JO/JESS". Thanks to lazy_daze for the wee beta! <3! This ficlet was inspired by valiant's Pit Stop 'verse, which is BRILLIANT and in which Jess isn't dead and she and Jo team up to drive around looking for Sam and Dean.
Everything Nice
They kiss for the first time ten miles west of Flagstaff, Arizona.
It's hot and sticky in the cab of Jo's truck, and Jess goes inside the shitty little convenience store to get them both slushies. While she's inside, Jo stretches out across the front seat, pulling her bare feet up to stick out the driver's side window. She's wearing denim shorts, frayed and soft around her thighs; this way maybe her legs'll brown up some, like her arms, so she doesn't look so patchwork and rough-stitched. Next to Jess, sometimes Jo feels plain.
She must doze off like that, 'cause the next thing she knows, she's starting awake, flipping over and grabbing fierce at whoever's standing over her, shadow falling cool across her face.
It's just Jess, of course it is, and Jo sighs, loosening her fingers around Jess's wrist, brushing her hot fingertips over Jess's skin, cool from the air conditioning in the store.
Jess's indulgent, like she always is. Jo's still wary sometimes, can't ever tell what's gonna happen next to a girl on the road all by her lonesome. She forgets she's not by herself anymore.
"They only had blue raspberry," Jess says, chewing on her straw, and passes over the other cup. Jo slides it in the cup holder, but she can't take her eyes off Jess's blue-stained lips.
Jess gets back in the truck, pulling her feet up on the dashboard. She's wearing a sundress, green and yellow with wide splashes of flowers, halter tied with a bow at the back of her neck, eyelet trim around the hem. Her curls are soft tumbling over her shoulders, darkened with sweat up where they frame her face, tendrils stuck to the slick shine of her forehead.
Reaching over to brush a curl away from Jess's cheek, Jo slides her hand from Jess's temple, down the delicate line of her jaw, the slow sweep of her neck. It just feels right.
She hears Jess's breath hitch, bites her lip as Jess turns to her, catching at Jo's fingers. They gaze at each other for a long moment, and Jo can't make herself move, can't close the distance between them. She wants to, though, can taste the blue raspberry on Jess's sweet lips already.
"Can I?" Jess asks, eyes half-lidded and wanting. She doesn't wait for an answer, just slides over, pressing up close to Jo, tangling her fingers in Jo's frizzing hair, and kisses her.
It's slow and soft, exactly like how Jo thought Jess would kiss. Her lips are cold, and they feel so good against Jo's. The tip of her tongue slides out, sweet with raspberry, and Jo opens her mouth, invites Jess in, smells her clean sweat and crisp dress and sighs into the kiss.
After a moment, Jo hitches her legs up under her on the seat, kneeling and pushing forward, backing Jess against the passenger door, never breaking the kiss. Jess's supple and willing under her, bending backward and sliding where Jo takes her. Her voice is high and quiet when she moans a little, Jo brushing her fingers down Jess's bare shoulders, her thumbs ghosting over the heavy curve of her breasts.
"Okay?" Jo says, pressing firmer, feeling for Jess's hardening nipples.
Jess's eyes have drifted shut and she nods fervently. "Yeah, yeah, just-" She takes Jo's right hand, guiding it inside the top of her dress to the shiny-hard surface of what can only be a barbell piercing through her left nipple.
"Oh shit," Jo breathes, scraping her nail across it, rolling one end between the tips of her fingers.
Jess chokes on her sudden inhale, voices a moan in the back of her throat. "God, god-" she starts, biting her lips and swallowing the rest of her words.
"That sensitive, huh?" Jo says, grinning, and Jess opens her eyes, bright and smiling. "I can work with that."
Jo feels herself getting wet, wants nothing more than to loosen that bow around Jess's neck and get her hands and mouth all over her. Bite and lick at the metal and knead at her tits as Jess pushes against her. Shove up the skirt of Jess's dress and rip off her panties, lick her out until they're both shaking, until they're both smeared with her, hot and slick all over their skin. Jo just wants to slide her fingers home, feel Jess's cunt clench needy around her, make her come and cry and beg so pretty.
But she doesn't do any of that. Just presses one more lingering kiss to Jess's blue-tinged lips, and pulls back to throw the truck into gear. There's the constant sound of voices trickling in the open window, silhouettes of other drivers getting out of their cars. They're ten miles west of Flagstaff, Arizona, in the parking lot of a convenience store, and there will be plenty of time for all of that later.
Author: balefully
Pairing: Jo/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Words: 823
Summary: Jo and Jess and their first kiss.
Disclaimer: The girls are sadly not mine.
Notes: Written for my Sam's 25th Birthday Drabble Party in response to valiant's prompt: "JO/JESS". Thanks to lazy_daze for the wee beta! <3! This ficlet was inspired by valiant's Pit Stop 'verse, which is BRILLIANT and in which Jess isn't dead and she and Jo team up to drive around looking for Sam and Dean.
Everything Nice
They kiss for the first time ten miles west of Flagstaff, Arizona.
It's hot and sticky in the cab of Jo's truck, and Jess goes inside the shitty little convenience store to get them both slushies. While she's inside, Jo stretches out across the front seat, pulling her bare feet up to stick out the driver's side window. She's wearing denim shorts, frayed and soft around her thighs; this way maybe her legs'll brown up some, like her arms, so she doesn't look so patchwork and rough-stitched. Next to Jess, sometimes Jo feels plain.
She must doze off like that, 'cause the next thing she knows, she's starting awake, flipping over and grabbing fierce at whoever's standing over her, shadow falling cool across her face.
It's just Jess, of course it is, and Jo sighs, loosening her fingers around Jess's wrist, brushing her hot fingertips over Jess's skin, cool from the air conditioning in the store.
Jess's indulgent, like she always is. Jo's still wary sometimes, can't ever tell what's gonna happen next to a girl on the road all by her lonesome. She forgets she's not by herself anymore.
"They only had blue raspberry," Jess says, chewing on her straw, and passes over the other cup. Jo slides it in the cup holder, but she can't take her eyes off Jess's blue-stained lips.
Jess gets back in the truck, pulling her feet up on the dashboard. She's wearing a sundress, green and yellow with wide splashes of flowers, halter tied with a bow at the back of her neck, eyelet trim around the hem. Her curls are soft tumbling over her shoulders, darkened with sweat up where they frame her face, tendrils stuck to the slick shine of her forehead.
Reaching over to brush a curl away from Jess's cheek, Jo slides her hand from Jess's temple, down the delicate line of her jaw, the slow sweep of her neck. It just feels right.
She hears Jess's breath hitch, bites her lip as Jess turns to her, catching at Jo's fingers. They gaze at each other for a long moment, and Jo can't make herself move, can't close the distance between them. She wants to, though, can taste the blue raspberry on Jess's sweet lips already.
"Can I?" Jess asks, eyes half-lidded and wanting. She doesn't wait for an answer, just slides over, pressing up close to Jo, tangling her fingers in Jo's frizzing hair, and kisses her.
It's slow and soft, exactly like how Jo thought Jess would kiss. Her lips are cold, and they feel so good against Jo's. The tip of her tongue slides out, sweet with raspberry, and Jo opens her mouth, invites Jess in, smells her clean sweat and crisp dress and sighs into the kiss.
After a moment, Jo hitches her legs up under her on the seat, kneeling and pushing forward, backing Jess against the passenger door, never breaking the kiss. Jess's supple and willing under her, bending backward and sliding where Jo takes her. Her voice is high and quiet when she moans a little, Jo brushing her fingers down Jess's bare shoulders, her thumbs ghosting over the heavy curve of her breasts.
"Okay?" Jo says, pressing firmer, feeling for Jess's hardening nipples.
Jess's eyes have drifted shut and she nods fervently. "Yeah, yeah, just-" She takes Jo's right hand, guiding it inside the top of her dress to the shiny-hard surface of what can only be a barbell piercing through her left nipple.
"Oh shit," Jo breathes, scraping her nail across it, rolling one end between the tips of her fingers.
Jess chokes on her sudden inhale, voices a moan in the back of her throat. "God, god-" she starts, biting her lips and swallowing the rest of her words.
"That sensitive, huh?" Jo says, grinning, and Jess opens her eyes, bright and smiling. "I can work with that."
Jo feels herself getting wet, wants nothing more than to loosen that bow around Jess's neck and get her hands and mouth all over her. Bite and lick at the metal and knead at her tits as Jess pushes against her. Shove up the skirt of Jess's dress and rip off her panties, lick her out until they're both shaking, until they're both smeared with her, hot and slick all over their skin. Jo just wants to slide her fingers home, feel Jess's cunt clench needy around her, make her come and cry and beg so pretty.
But she doesn't do any of that. Just presses one more lingering kiss to Jess's blue-tinged lips, and pulls back to throw the truck into gear. There's the constant sound of voices trickling in the open window, silhouettes of other drivers getting out of their cars. They're ten miles west of Flagstaff, Arizona, in the parking lot of a convenience store, and there will be plenty of time for all of that later.