fic: i knew your story like i knew mine - lily/kat
i knew your story like i knew mine.
the intimacy of it doesn't feel earned, but on a brief occasion - in an even briefer moment of sobriety - kat'll look up at lily and lily's hand will pause, fingers resting at her temple, and it almost feels right. almost. lily loveless/kathryn prescott. 4476 words. pg-13.
note: not counting the drabble I wrote ( Read more... )
the intimacy of it doesn't feel earned, but on a brief occasion - in an even briefer moment of sobriety - kat'll look up at lily and lily's hand will pause, fingers resting at her temple, and it almost feels right. almost. lily loveless/kathryn prescott. 4476 words. pg-13.
note: not counting the drabble I wrote ( Read more... )
"It's frustrating, skittering on the edge of expected that there'd at least be a drunken snog here or there, on the dance floor or against a bathroom stall, or even in the taxi on the way back to the hotel, or in the hotel. Somewhere. But, then, nothing. It's like if the aliens in Independence Day showed up all gloomy and threatening and then decided at the last minute not to blow the White House to smithereens. What a fucking let down that'd be, right?
There's a groan at this horrible analogy, of course, but Kat's pissed and nearly passed out on the toilet, skirt around her ankles and fingers clumsy on the keypad of her mobile, Lily's name illuminated on the tiny screen and her thumb hovers over the send button. She wants to call her and rip her a new one -
Why the bloody fuck aren't you here fucking me? I'm pissed, you're pissed, let's have a good old time and worry about the rest in the morning.
Fucking hell, that sounded bad. Even drunk she knows this."
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