So this is pretty sick...
Watching BoG for the 4rth time tonight (I know, lots of you have me beat) I was thinking of Stranz and Fairchild. And this kinda sick little fic wouldn't leave my head till I wrote it down. I guess I should post an incest warning although this doesn't get too graphic. But anyway, if it squicks you, just avoid it.
vangiekitty
Obsessed. Winning was all that mattered. And anything you had to do to win was worth it. Always worth it.
Fairchild felt it the first time when she and Stranz were fifteen-the hard bulge in his silver tights when he pulled her close for a tricky lift. He wouldn’t meet her eyes when she looked at him, wouldn’t admit what had happened. But after that it happened a lot.
She ignored it. There was no point in thinking about it. Nothing she could do about it so she left it alone. Until she found a way to use it.
Always hungry, that was Stranz. He had needs they couldn’t discuss. Well, he was male and therefore weak which was hardly Fairchild’s fault. But when he started going out on dates, trying to spend time with other girls and skipping out on their practice time, she knew what she had to do.
When Stranz had a date for Friday night with one girl, Fairchild needed help with her layback spin. When he wanted to take a week off and go backpacking in the mountains for a week with another pretty distraction, she was desperate to work on their press lifts. Stranz reluctantly gave in and Fairchild made sure it was worth his while.
Because this time when he pulled her close and she felt that bulge, hot and hard and ready, against her thigh or felt his hands wander just a little off target as he lifted her high in the air, Fairchild didn’t ignore it. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist or leaned into the too-intimate touch and encouraged what she should never have allowed.
Laybacks and press lifts soon gave way to other things…other enticements to keep Stranz close to home and happy enough to come to the practice rink every day. Soon the other girls were forgotten and their ratings soared. And that was all Fairchild cared about.
At least, that’s what she tells herself when she looks in the mirror every morning getting ready for practice. When Stranz strolls in half dressed and puts his arm around her waist, pressing a sleepy, too-familiar kiss to the side of her neck.
“You were great last night,” he murmurs in her ear. “So hot, insatiable.”
Fairchild laughs and pats her hair-always perfect, even just for practice. “You’re the insatiable one. You need to keep it down or Katie’s going to suspect something.”
He makes a face. “Katie. Like we care what she thinks. What anyone thinks. I love you.”
Fairchild gives him a kiss to shut him up and heads out to the ice, skates in hand. She knows he’ll be right behind her after he downs a glass of orange juice. She has ways of keeping her brother in the rink with her, of keeping their ratings up. And so what if the rest of the world wouldn’t approve?
Winning is all that matters. That’s what Fairchild tells herself. And anything you have to do to win is worth it. Always worth it.
vangiekitty
Obsessed. Winning was all that mattered. And anything you had to do to win was worth it. Always worth it.
Fairchild felt it the first time when she and Stranz were fifteen-the hard bulge in his silver tights when he pulled her close for a tricky lift. He wouldn’t meet her eyes when she looked at him, wouldn’t admit what had happened. But after that it happened a lot.
She ignored it. There was no point in thinking about it. Nothing she could do about it so she left it alone. Until she found a way to use it.
Always hungry, that was Stranz. He had needs they couldn’t discuss. Well, he was male and therefore weak which was hardly Fairchild’s fault. But when he started going out on dates, trying to spend time with other girls and skipping out on their practice time, she knew what she had to do.
When Stranz had a date for Friday night with one girl, Fairchild needed help with her layback spin. When he wanted to take a week off and go backpacking in the mountains for a week with another pretty distraction, she was desperate to work on their press lifts. Stranz reluctantly gave in and Fairchild made sure it was worth his while.
Because this time when he pulled her close and she felt that bulge, hot and hard and ready, against her thigh or felt his hands wander just a little off target as he lifted her high in the air, Fairchild didn’t ignore it. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist or leaned into the too-intimate touch and encouraged what she should never have allowed.
Laybacks and press lifts soon gave way to other things…other enticements to keep Stranz close to home and happy enough to come to the practice rink every day. Soon the other girls were forgotten and their ratings soared. And that was all Fairchild cared about.
At least, that’s what she tells herself when she looks in the mirror every morning getting ready for practice. When Stranz strolls in half dressed and puts his arm around her waist, pressing a sleepy, too-familiar kiss to the side of her neck.
“You were great last night,” he murmurs in her ear. “So hot, insatiable.”
Fairchild laughs and pats her hair-always perfect, even just for practice. “You’re the insatiable one. You need to keep it down or Katie’s going to suspect something.”
He makes a face. “Katie. Like we care what she thinks. What anyone thinks. I love you.”
Fairchild gives him a kiss to shut him up and heads out to the ice, skates in hand. She knows he’ll be right behind her after he downs a glass of orange juice. She has ways of keeping her brother in the rink with her, of keeping their ratings up. And so what if the rest of the world wouldn’t approve?
Winning is all that matters. That’s what Fairchild tells herself. And anything you have to do to win is worth it. Always worth it.