oneshot, trouble
Title: trouble
Pairing: YulSic
Word Count: 842
Rating: pg13Disclaimer: about as real as stone clouds.
It was easy. A little twist, tweak and turn and she could have everything in the palm of her hand. Her skills weren't ordinary, but they were well versed by anyone within a ten foot radius of her when she danced. She radiated sex, and left you tempted to touch until your knees were ready to hit the ground.
Kwon Yuri had that power. From the dresses and skirts to the heels and the hair-- you wanted her, whether you knew it or not. Her appeal rooted itself deep within you, snaked around your morals and conscience and squeezed the life out of them. She did that and did it to everyone; no one escaped.
Jessica told herself she was immune to sleep better but then fought her sheets and covers trying not to dream of Yuri's playing field and the opponents she slaughtered like lambs.
Yuri led you to the insidious corners of your mind with her hips and left you there, dangling, because she never let anyone touch. It was forbidden. Watch to your heart's content, stare until it was memorized but not a finger was laid. Jessica was confused round after round of song that no one tried anything on Yuri. Yuri could dance, be the pied Piper of the club and send chaos to your senses so you didn't know whether you wanted to fuck her or be her. It had everyone caught in a standstill--let Yuri perform and entertain and before you could grasp sanity again, she was gone--and then Jessica understood.
"You make it look so easy," Jessica tells her one night as they sit in the back of a cab.
"It being...?"
"You know exactly what."
Yuri's teeth are so white they shine back at Jessica in the tinted windows. "You want to know my secret, don't you?"
Jessica swallows to wet her throat and the aftertaste is not quite jealousy, but so close to it.
"No thanks," Jessica says through a clenched jaw, trying to rid of everything she's feeling right now because she can't distinguish between any of it.
Yuri crosses her legs and Jessica sees the cab driver's eyes watch attentively.
"You keep fighting so hard, so determined to be an exception," Yuri whispers like it were a secret and Jessica feels a fool for liking it so much.
When Yuri turns to Jessica and brings her arm to the back of Jessica's head rest, a foot of space between them now entirely gone, Jessica's heart rebels loudly. Jessica smells all the perfume and sweat, the rotten stench of her dying self-control and it dizzies her. But she doesn't show an inkling of emotion, of the distress that's turning the back seat of the car into a small hell.
"It's going to get you in trouble one day," Jessica warns, overcome with a need to rescue Yuri.
Yuri knew the saviors from the slaves and as much as Jessica tried, she was not a savior.
"You have it wrong." Yuri takes Jessica's chin, but plays no part in getting Jessica to look at her. Jessica does that all by herself.
In comparison, everything besides Yuri suddenly becomes dull. The cab, the driver, the world -they are only bystanders to a scene.
"I'm not the one who gets in trouble, Sica. It's the other way around." Yuri slides her fingers from Jessica's chin down to her jaw to her nape and Jessica tilts her head responsively. Yuri has her.
(There wasn't anything like it, Jessica realized, to be controlled and like it.)
Yuri moves her hand across Jessica's chest, feels it rise and sink like a stone, and then presses it low on Jessica's stomach.
"You're feeling it here, aren't you? You don't know what to do with it, whether you like it or hate it. All you know it's making you uncomfortable and you don't want it there." Yuri's hand presses harder, her lips on Jessica's ear as she keeps talking and Jessica keeps crumbling. "You don't know how but you think I can help, that I can get rid of this for you." Yuri pauses and Jessica finds her fingers in Yuri's hair, pulling her in closer. "You in trouble yet, Sica?"
Jessica starts drawing air in small gasps, panting like an obedient dog. Yuri grins sadistically, enjoying another victim of her chaos. She watches Jessica’s legs squirm, muscles tense under Yuri’s hand.
“Ladies, your stop?”
Yuri rips herself from Jessica’s side, wondering how long they were standing. She exits the car nimbly and leaves the door open. Jessica is too dazed to do anything, still trying to recover. She’s shaking.
Yuri bows down to look at Jessica, her voice high with impatience.
“Pay the man and let’s go. Or do you plan on staying?”
Jessica instantly reaches for her wallet and drops some bills into the front seat without a glance. For all she knew she might have paid ten times the actual fare. She follows Yuri to her apartment and realizes it would’ve been worth it anyway.
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