Past Present, Ch. 3
Past Present
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Skins, Katie/Effy
Rating: M
Author’s Notes: Inspired by all the great Keffy fics out there. Feedback would be manna.
Gratitude Alert: Thank you to all those who review this workJ. Please keep your comments coming! To those who haven’t, well, lurk on J
Chapter notes: Please forgive the fact that I could not be bothered to elaborate on how the other characters have changed throughout the years. I be lazy. Also, I wrote part of this while getting drunk with really good friends. This is short and unbeta’ed. If RL keeps kicking me in the butt the way it has for the past few days, expect more distraction cakes (AKA cheap writing technique to get the ball rolling) in the near future. Gracias!
Chapter 3
The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, nothing much but a run through of the people they went to college with.
Cook now runs his uncle’s pub, and to date has not run it into the ground.
Panda and Thomas divide their time between Africa and Bristol. Thomas’ mother remains unsure of Britain in general, but goes increasingly fond of her strange daughter-in-law.
JJ is currently working on tenure as a professor in astrophysics.
That only left one name.
Katie, never known to let sleeping dogs lie, bit the bullet. “Freddie, last I heard from his ever helpful sister, is in New Zealand. It’s still a struggle to get her to shut up about anything, so if you’re ever in Bristol, run from the crazy famewhore.”
Effy remained silent. When she finally spoke, it was in a soft and halting voice. “This is way overdue, but I really am sorry about him.”
Katie taking pity on the woman, rolled her eyes, and said, “Young and stupid covers it, I think. I mean, seriously, all that bullshit for some skater boy? What the fuck were we thinking?”
“Not so much thinking as being driven by hormones, drugs, and rock and roll. Not the best combination.”
“True, plus with genetic baggage in the mix...”
“Yeah and some with more baggage than others. So has your mum finally clued in that Naomi is not a phase?”
Katie grinned, “Lord, no. I’m just waiting for her to finally crack and try to set up Cuntbell with James, our dear pervy brother. My repeated helpful suggestions of letting her walk in on them muff diving have been summarily dismissed. Twats.”
“Jesus, Katie!” Effy barely managed to say through laughter.
“It would be like shock therapy. For homophobia. I should patent the process, I think.”
When she calmed down enough, Effy asked “and what cured your homophobia, Katiekins?”
“Time, growth,” and with a conspiratorial wink, Katie added, “and personal experience”.
Effy smirked. “And now you’re waiting for me to ask you to continue… of course. Ever the tease, huh, Katie Fitch?”
“In ways you’ll never know, Sweetie.”
“Never?”
As Katie looked at Effy with her raised, perfectly shaped brow, for a second she saw a glimpse of the old Effy.
But Bristol is a lifetime away by now and Katie is no longer the insecure, animal-print slathered cunt she once was. So she smirked and stared right back, pushing both of them into an impasse.
Effy tried to keep her expression to a smirk but was losing the battle. In Roundview she was the enigmatic siren; in her current world her grandmother’s wealth and influence has bestowed her with a sense of being untouchable. Katie Fitch, however, was not like most people she knew. To her she was simply Effy, who, like herself had changed irrevocably over the years.
Still, Effy Stonem was nothing if not self-aware, and as Elizabeth Holden she remained well aware of how far her charms can take her. It wouldn’t have been entirely easy but it was certainly probable that she could use Katie’s playfulness and curiosity against the redhead to win the challenge that has been issued.
Katie, on the other hand, was no rube. For the past couple of years, she has lived in an environment where appearances counted for everything and being able to discern what people were thinking was an essential survival skill. She knew the brunette was currently walking a mental tightrope. It was time to see the stuff Effy Holden was made of. So she kept hers on those beautiful eyes and gave Effy her best ‘come fuck me’ smile.
“There is one loophole to that.” Katie smirked even wider and continued, “Admit that I impressed you during that particular transference kiss a week after we started college.”
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: Skins, Katie/Effy
Rating: M
Author’s Notes: Inspired by all the great Keffy fics out there. Feedback would be manna.
Gratitude Alert: Thank you to all those who review this workJ. Please keep your comments coming! To those who haven’t, well, lurk on J
Chapter notes: Please forgive the fact that I could not be bothered to elaborate on how the other characters have changed throughout the years. I be lazy. Also, I wrote part of this while getting drunk with really good friends. This is short and unbeta’ed. If RL keeps kicking me in the butt the way it has for the past few days, expect more distraction cakes (AKA cheap writing technique to get the ball rolling) in the near future. Gracias!
Chapter 3
The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, nothing much but a run through of the people they went to college with.
Cook now runs his uncle’s pub, and to date has not run it into the ground.
Panda and Thomas divide their time between Africa and Bristol. Thomas’ mother remains unsure of Britain in general, but goes increasingly fond of her strange daughter-in-law.
JJ is currently working on tenure as a professor in astrophysics.
That only left one name.
Katie, never known to let sleeping dogs lie, bit the bullet. “Freddie, last I heard from his ever helpful sister, is in New Zealand. It’s still a struggle to get her to shut up about anything, so if you’re ever in Bristol, run from the crazy famewhore.”
Effy remained silent. When she finally spoke, it was in a soft and halting voice. “This is way overdue, but I really am sorry about him.”
Katie taking pity on the woman, rolled her eyes, and said, “Young and stupid covers it, I think. I mean, seriously, all that bullshit for some skater boy? What the fuck were we thinking?”
“Not so much thinking as being driven by hormones, drugs, and rock and roll. Not the best combination.”
“True, plus with genetic baggage in the mix...”
“Yeah and some with more baggage than others. So has your mum finally clued in that Naomi is not a phase?”
Katie grinned, “Lord, no. I’m just waiting for her to finally crack and try to set up Cuntbell with James, our dear pervy brother. My repeated helpful suggestions of letting her walk in on them muff diving have been summarily dismissed. Twats.”
“Jesus, Katie!” Effy barely managed to say through laughter.
“It would be like shock therapy. For homophobia. I should patent the process, I think.”
When she calmed down enough, Effy asked “and what cured your homophobia, Katiekins?”
“Time, growth,” and with a conspiratorial wink, Katie added, “and personal experience”.
Effy smirked. “And now you’re waiting for me to ask you to continue… of course. Ever the tease, huh, Katie Fitch?”
“In ways you’ll never know, Sweetie.”
“Never?”
As Katie looked at Effy with her raised, perfectly shaped brow, for a second she saw a glimpse of the old Effy.
But Bristol is a lifetime away by now and Katie is no longer the insecure, animal-print slathered cunt she once was. So she smirked and stared right back, pushing both of them into an impasse.
Effy tried to keep her expression to a smirk but was losing the battle. In Roundview she was the enigmatic siren; in her current world her grandmother’s wealth and influence has bestowed her with a sense of being untouchable. Katie Fitch, however, was not like most people she knew. To her she was simply Effy, who, like herself had changed irrevocably over the years.
Still, Effy Stonem was nothing if not self-aware, and as Elizabeth Holden she remained well aware of how far her charms can take her. It wouldn’t have been entirely easy but it was certainly probable that she could use Katie’s playfulness and curiosity against the redhead to win the challenge that has been issued.
Katie, on the other hand, was no rube. For the past couple of years, she has lived in an environment where appearances counted for everything and being able to discern what people were thinking was an essential survival skill. She knew the brunette was currently walking a mental tightrope. It was time to see the stuff Effy Holden was made of. So she kept hers on those beautiful eyes and gave Effy her best ‘come fuck me’ smile.
“There is one loophole to that.” Katie smirked even wider and continued, “Admit that I impressed you during that particular transference kiss a week after we started college.”