#004 - Tiger Lilies (Morning Glories, Zoe/Casey, R)
Title: Tiger Lilies
Fandom: Morning Glories
Pairing: Zoe/Casey
Rating: R
Word count: 478
Warnings: Rough sex.
Challenge: #004 Dominance
It’s not that Zoe hates Casey, except for the fact that she does. Casey’s so righteous, so full of her own self-worth. Telling herself that she’s going to take everyone down, that she won’t let them hurt anyone else.
It’s bullshit. Casey isn’t out to protect people or stop the bad guys or whatever crap she’s feeding herself.
Casey’s out for revenge.
And she’s got Hunter and Jade hanging off her every word, and Ike practically humping her with his mind. Which isn’t all that special, because it’s Ike, he wants to fuck everything with tits. But Zoe can see that he’s already building Casey up as his Mount Everest, emphasis on the ‘mount’.
Jun doesn’t count. Dude’s a fucking robot or something.
Point is, everyone’s already revolving around Casey, the sun in their fucked up little solar system, and it’s making Zoe sick.
Casey doesn’t know, she doesn’t get it, she doesn’t understand what lies ahead.
Casey doesn’t know a damn thing, but they’re all looking to her like she’s their leader.
It makes Zoe’s temples throb, her fingernails bite at her palms, makes her taste blood from biting her lip.
It makes her want to hurt Casey, to lash out, to make her understand, even if she needs to be kept in the dark.
Casey thinks she’s so strong.
Zoe watches her, feels the bloodstains on her hands and memories, until she can’t bear it anymore.
Casey makes this hurt little noise against Zoe’s lips, but that could be the way the kiss is sudden and harsh enough to make her head bounce back against the wall. She tastes like raspberry lip-gloss and her hair smells like coconut, and Zoe grabs a fistful of it and yanks.
Casey shoves at her, glares, and for a moment she looks like she’s going to punch Zoe, and Zoe can’t even tell what she wants more - Casey’s fist or her mouth.
And then Casey’s on her, arms wrapped around Zoe’s neck, pulling her in. Exploring her mouth, sucking on Zoe’s tongue, like a dam bursting, like she’s been waiting for this. Making these hungry, insistent noises that vibrate against Zoe’s lips.
But that isn’t what this is about, that isn’t how this goes.
Casey doesn’t get to be in charge of this, and Zoe pulls Casey’s hair again, just for the delicious sound of her hiss of pain. Shoves one thigh between Casey’s legs, pushes her hand up Casey’s shirt. Senses filled with all that sweetness that’s just a front for the hardness behind Casey’s eyes, but Zoe knows a thing or two about wearing masks.
Let Casey think she’s some sort of leader.
But for this, for the way their bodies rub together, for the angry growls and softer moans, it’s going to be Zoe who’s in control.
It’s going to be Zoe who dominates and destroys.
Fandom: Morning Glories
Pairing: Zoe/Casey
Rating: R
Word count: 478
Warnings: Rough sex.
Challenge: #004 Dominance
It’s not that Zoe hates Casey, except for the fact that she does. Casey’s so righteous, so full of her own self-worth. Telling herself that she’s going to take everyone down, that she won’t let them hurt anyone else.
It’s bullshit. Casey isn’t out to protect people or stop the bad guys or whatever crap she’s feeding herself.
Casey’s out for revenge.
And she’s got Hunter and Jade hanging off her every word, and Ike practically humping her with his mind. Which isn’t all that special, because it’s Ike, he wants to fuck everything with tits. But Zoe can see that he’s already building Casey up as his Mount Everest, emphasis on the ‘mount’.
Jun doesn’t count. Dude’s a fucking robot or something.
Point is, everyone’s already revolving around Casey, the sun in their fucked up little solar system, and it’s making Zoe sick.
Casey doesn’t know, she doesn’t get it, she doesn’t understand what lies ahead.
Casey doesn’t know a damn thing, but they’re all looking to her like she’s their leader.
It makes Zoe’s temples throb, her fingernails bite at her palms, makes her taste blood from biting her lip.
It makes her want to hurt Casey, to lash out, to make her understand, even if she needs to be kept in the dark.
Casey thinks she’s so strong.
Zoe watches her, feels the bloodstains on her hands and memories, until she can’t bear it anymore.
Casey makes this hurt little noise against Zoe’s lips, but that could be the way the kiss is sudden and harsh enough to make her head bounce back against the wall. She tastes like raspberry lip-gloss and her hair smells like coconut, and Zoe grabs a fistful of it and yanks.
Casey shoves at her, glares, and for a moment she looks like she’s going to punch Zoe, and Zoe can’t even tell what she wants more - Casey’s fist or her mouth.
And then Casey’s on her, arms wrapped around Zoe’s neck, pulling her in. Exploring her mouth, sucking on Zoe’s tongue, like a dam bursting, like she’s been waiting for this. Making these hungry, insistent noises that vibrate against Zoe’s lips.
But that isn’t what this is about, that isn’t how this goes.
Casey doesn’t get to be in charge of this, and Zoe pulls Casey’s hair again, just for the delicious sound of her hiss of pain. Shoves one thigh between Casey’s legs, pushes her hand up Casey’s shirt. Senses filled with all that sweetness that’s just a front for the hardness behind Casey’s eyes, but Zoe knows a thing or two about wearing masks.
Let Casey think she’s some sort of leader.
But for this, for the way their bodies rub together, for the angry growls and softer moans, it’s going to be Zoe who’s in control.
It’s going to be Zoe who dominates and destroys.