#082 - Torn At The Seams (Young Justice, Artemis/Cheshire, PG-13)
Title: Torn At The Seams
Fandom: Young Justice
Pairing: Artemis/Cheshire
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 490
Warnings: Incest.
Timeline: Set before Season Two
Challenge: #082 New Dress
Jade’s waiting for her. In Artemis’ apartment, in her bedroom, looking like she owns the damn place. Arms crossed over her chest, mask on the floor, and Artemis glowers at her, at the tight black fabric she’s wearing.
“That’s mine,” she growls, nodding towards the dress, but Jade only smirks back at her. Cocking her hip, giving herself an appreciative once-over in the closet mirror, and Artemis can’t help the way her gaze is following the same path, dragging slowly up the length of Jade’s legs.
“I wouldn’t have thought it your taste,” Jade grins, and Artemis feels her hands ball into fists for how damn casual Jade’s tone is. Like this is totally normal, for her to be here, never mind she’s a wanted criminal, never mind Artemis is trying to stay out of that life now, no more masks.
Except it’s not the first time Jade’s turned up out of the blue like this.
“Wally bought that for me,” Artemis snaps, even though the words sound feeble and awkward.
Jade’s laugh is like claws down her spine. “No wonder it’s so tacky,” she grins, twisting on the spot to admire her reflection from a different angle. “Still, I make it work, don’t you think, sis?” She’s curvier than Artemis’s own athletic figure, wide hips and breasts pushing out against the material.
There’s a tightness in Artemis’ chest, the room too small around her, skin too flushed and raw. The dress does look good on Jade, better than it looked on Artemis when she tried it on last night. She hasn’t even had a chance to wear it outside yet.
“Take. It. Off.” The words are bitten out, low and menacing, burning Artemis’ throat.
Jade’s smile grows wider, sharper, as deadly as the one on her mask. “Darling sister,” she purrs, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed knowingly. “Why don’t you take it off for me?”
Artemis is across the room before she even thinks to move, lashing out, snarling as Jade dances under every blow. Twisting together, legs and fists flying, until she’s close enough to reach out and grab, but Jade’s there first, always there first, a hand in Artemis’ hair, dragging her in.
The kiss is cruel and savage, and Artemis moans into it, the same way she always does. Hates how easy it is to give in to this, but that never stops her. Tearing at the dress, hearing seams rip, and she’ll have to explain that to Wally, but right now her regular life seems distant and faraway, like a dream she could never really hope to own.
This is all she has, this is all she’ll ever have, Jade’s teeth in her bottom lip as Artemis yanks fabric up around Jade’s waist, and she’s naked beneath the dress, just like Artemis knew she would be.
This won’t be the last time, she already knows it, but she’s already too far gone to care.
Fandom: Young Justice
Pairing: Artemis/Cheshire
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 490
Warnings: Incest.
Timeline: Set before Season Two
Challenge: #082 New Dress
Jade’s waiting for her. In Artemis’ apartment, in her bedroom, looking like she owns the damn place. Arms crossed over her chest, mask on the floor, and Artemis glowers at her, at the tight black fabric she’s wearing.
“That’s mine,” she growls, nodding towards the dress, but Jade only smirks back at her. Cocking her hip, giving herself an appreciative once-over in the closet mirror, and Artemis can’t help the way her gaze is following the same path, dragging slowly up the length of Jade’s legs.
“I wouldn’t have thought it your taste,” Jade grins, and Artemis feels her hands ball into fists for how damn casual Jade’s tone is. Like this is totally normal, for her to be here, never mind she’s a wanted criminal, never mind Artemis is trying to stay out of that life now, no more masks.
Except it’s not the first time Jade’s turned up out of the blue like this.
“Wally bought that for me,” Artemis snaps, even though the words sound feeble and awkward.
Jade’s laugh is like claws down her spine. “No wonder it’s so tacky,” she grins, twisting on the spot to admire her reflection from a different angle. “Still, I make it work, don’t you think, sis?” She’s curvier than Artemis’s own athletic figure, wide hips and breasts pushing out against the material.
There’s a tightness in Artemis’ chest, the room too small around her, skin too flushed and raw. The dress does look good on Jade, better than it looked on Artemis when she tried it on last night. She hasn’t even had a chance to wear it outside yet.
“Take. It. Off.” The words are bitten out, low and menacing, burning Artemis’ throat.
Jade’s smile grows wider, sharper, as deadly as the one on her mask. “Darling sister,” she purrs, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed knowingly. “Why don’t you take it off for me?”
Artemis is across the room before she even thinks to move, lashing out, snarling as Jade dances under every blow. Twisting together, legs and fists flying, until she’s close enough to reach out and grab, but Jade’s there first, always there first, a hand in Artemis’ hair, dragging her in.
The kiss is cruel and savage, and Artemis moans into it, the same way she always does. Hates how easy it is to give in to this, but that never stops her. Tearing at the dress, hearing seams rip, and she’ll have to explain that to Wally, but right now her regular life seems distant and faraway, like a dream she could never really hope to own.
This is all she has, this is all she’ll ever have, Jade’s teeth in her bottom lip as Artemis yanks fabric up around Jade’s waist, and she’s naked beneath the dress, just like Artemis knew she would be.
This won’t be the last time, she already knows it, but she’s already too far gone to care.