Thicker Than Water (Animorphs, ka_verse prompt #95)
Title: Thicker Than Water
Author: callispi
Prompt: Set 3, #95 Polish
Fandom & Character(s): Animorphs, Jake & Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 509
Notes: Because I'm a perv. :)
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jake muttered.
Rachel stared up at him through hooded eyes and smiled lazily, like the cat that swallowed the bird. “It’s an art, dear cuz. And who knows?” Rachel closed her eyes and stretched out on her pillow, arching her back. “This could be practice for Cassie.”
Jake’s eyes flickered to his cousin’s-he had to admit-flawless face, taking in the gentle curve of her mocking pink lips. She enjoyed this, blackmailing him into submission and then mercilessly teasing him during the act. He felt embarrassed, and yet, he gave his word that he would do anything, just as long as she didn’t tell his mom about what happened yesterday.
He thought he knew the boundaries of his cousin’s sadistic nature, but this was beyond comprehension.
“Hurry up, Jake. My mom is going to be home soon with Jordan and Sarah.” Rachel’s eyes glittered maliciously. She crooked her finger to draw him to the bed. “And you wouldn’t want them to catch you doing this, would you?”
Jake blanched. The prospect was terrifying. If that happened, he would never be able to live it down. Word would spread like a wildfire throughout the whole school, and Tom would pummel him for giving up so easily to his cousin. But what she demanded of him…
“Come on, Rachel. Give me a break,” Jake pleaded one last time. “I’ve never done this before. You’ll just get pissed if I screw up. I’ll do anything else.”
Rachel’s brows rose. “Well no one asked you to play basketball in the gym while I was on the balance beam. And no one asked you to throw the ball at me while I was about to do a flip.”
“It was an accident!” Jake said hotly.
Rachel shrugged, indicating to her sprained right arm, set in a split and elevated by a sling.
Knowing she would not yield, Jake rummaged through a small chest and, lips set in a resolute line, pulled out a small glass object by its rounded plastic head. He moved to the foot of the bed. Rachel wriggled her toes in excitement.
“That’s it. Smoothly,” Rachel murmured, back propped on the pillows. “No need to rush. It’s messier that way.”
Jake glared at her, face flushed with humiliation and annoyance. “If it were your left arm, I would never do this.”
Rachel grinned. “I know. But where would the fun be in that?”
Jake clenched his jaw to stay silent. He knew complaining would earn him more taunting. All he could do was make the strong, steady strokes that she liked. So immersed was he in his task that he didn’t notice the sound of the car pulling up in the driveway. Within a minute, the door to Rachel’s room slammed opened. Jake shot up and found himself staring at the shocked faces of Jordan and Sarah, the rounded plastic cap in his hand incriminating him on the spot.
“Jake?” Jordan said after an unbearably awkward silence. “What are you doing painting Rachel’s toenails?”
Author: callispi
Prompt: Set 3, #95 Polish
Fandom & Character(s): Animorphs, Jake & Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 509
Notes: Because I'm a perv. :)
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jake muttered.
Rachel stared up at him through hooded eyes and smiled lazily, like the cat that swallowed the bird. “It’s an art, dear cuz. And who knows?” Rachel closed her eyes and stretched out on her pillow, arching her back. “This could be practice for Cassie.”
Jake’s eyes flickered to his cousin’s-he had to admit-flawless face, taking in the gentle curve of her mocking pink lips. She enjoyed this, blackmailing him into submission and then mercilessly teasing him during the act. He felt embarrassed, and yet, he gave his word that he would do anything, just as long as she didn’t tell his mom about what happened yesterday.
He thought he knew the boundaries of his cousin’s sadistic nature, but this was beyond comprehension.
“Hurry up, Jake. My mom is going to be home soon with Jordan and Sarah.” Rachel’s eyes glittered maliciously. She crooked her finger to draw him to the bed. “And you wouldn’t want them to catch you doing this, would you?”
Jake blanched. The prospect was terrifying. If that happened, he would never be able to live it down. Word would spread like a wildfire throughout the whole school, and Tom would pummel him for giving up so easily to his cousin. But what she demanded of him…
“Come on, Rachel. Give me a break,” Jake pleaded one last time. “I’ve never done this before. You’ll just get pissed if I screw up. I’ll do anything else.”
Rachel’s brows rose. “Well no one asked you to play basketball in the gym while I was on the balance beam. And no one asked you to throw the ball at me while I was about to do a flip.”
“It was an accident!” Jake said hotly.
Rachel shrugged, indicating to her sprained right arm, set in a split and elevated by a sling.
Knowing she would not yield, Jake rummaged through a small chest and, lips set in a resolute line, pulled out a small glass object by its rounded plastic head. He moved to the foot of the bed. Rachel wriggled her toes in excitement.
“That’s it. Smoothly,” Rachel murmured, back propped on the pillows. “No need to rush. It’s messier that way.”
Jake glared at her, face flushed with humiliation and annoyance. “If it were your left arm, I would never do this.”
Rachel grinned. “I know. But where would the fun be in that?”
Jake clenched his jaw to stay silent. He knew complaining would earn him more taunting. All he could do was make the strong, steady strokes that she liked. So immersed was he in his task that he didn’t notice the sound of the car pulling up in the driveway. Within a minute, the door to Rachel’s room slammed opened. Jake shot up and found himself staring at the shocked faces of Jordan and Sarah, the rounded plastic cap in his hand incriminating him on the spot.
“Jake?” Jordan said after an unbearably awkward silence. “What are you doing painting Rachel’s toenails?”