Ficlet: What A Circle of Friends Supposed To Be
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This is what I promised a while ago. My little ficlet.
Title: What A Circle of Friends Supposed To Be
Characters: Lilly, Veronica, Logan
Word Count: 500
Summary: Tequila? BAD.
Notes: Italics are thoughts. Many thanks to eroom_anner for the awesome beta-work.
Well, obviously, this was a bad idea.
Veronica looks at the shot glass in her hand, mersmerized. This little thingy, only been used three times, and yet...
"Geez, Veronica, don't tell me you're drrrunk." Lilly slurs, obviously enjoying every sensation caused by the high level of alcohol in her blood. And also enjoying Logan's hand, for that matter, which has mysteriously found its way up her thighs. No way he's stroking her! I mean it's just...
Veronica slowly watches Logan's hand disappearing under Lilly's skirt.
This is just so wrong.
"Lilly..." The tremor in Logan's voice drives Veronica mad. She's seen them making out before, goddamnit, she even saw him caressing her boob once. This isn't about it. Maybe it's about tequila, though.
Or maybe it's about Logan's voice. It's that fucking timbre. That lust, that hunger, that need.
No, it can't be about him. It shouldn't be. Im-fucking-possible.
Veronica examines Logan's face carefully, like she's never seen him before. His hazel eyes are looking straight at Lilly's face without blinking for a split second. But Lilly doesn't look back, because she's staring at...
Me. Fuck.
Lilly's eyes always talk more than her mouth, not to mention her wicked smile. They are telling everything. Suddenly she shuts her eyes for the slightest moment and moans so slowly, and the situation just crystal clear, even for Veronica. Logan has touched her... there.
Veronica wants to keep looking at Lilly, because, although she doesn't care what Lilly's eyes are pleading, her desperate need to watch Logan and the way he attracks her eyes scares the shit out of her.
Touch me.
Her eyes fixed on Veronica, Lilly starts moaning.
Touch me, Logan. Oh, fuck it.
Logan doesn't show any excitement when Veronica touches his crotch with her fingertips. She stopped thinking a while ago, and now it's all fuckLoganfuckIcanthelpitfuck. He doesn't look at her, doesn't even flinch, instead, he picks up his vibe, his arm is moving under Lilly's skirt much faster now.
Lilly's moans turn into short deep breaths.
Veronica's head starts spinning, but can's stop what she's already started. Her fingers reach his zipper, but before she can do anything, Lilly screams, climaxing.
"Veronica!"
Veronica certainly wasn't expecting this, but doesn't feel any disgust or arousal. It's just plain normal.
So, now, this is our 'normal', I suppose?
Lilly tries to hold on to something, and Veronica's shoulder looks like the best place to dig her nails.
Three of them sit together for a little longer, never corrupting the vicious circle; one touching the other but they all know that it's not right and it never will be.
This is what I promised a while ago. My little ficlet.
Title: What A Circle of Friends Supposed To Be
Characters: Lilly, Veronica, Logan
Word Count: 500
Summary: Tequila? BAD.
Notes: Italics are thoughts. Many thanks to eroom_anner for the awesome beta-work.
Well, obviously, this was a bad idea.
Veronica looks at the shot glass in her hand, mersmerized. This little thingy, only been used three times, and yet...
"Geez, Veronica, don't tell me you're drrrunk." Lilly slurs, obviously enjoying every sensation caused by the high level of alcohol in her blood. And also enjoying Logan's hand, for that matter, which has mysteriously found its way up her thighs. No way he's stroking her! I mean it's just...
Veronica slowly watches Logan's hand disappearing under Lilly's skirt.
This is just so wrong.
"Lilly..." The tremor in Logan's voice drives Veronica mad. She's seen them making out before, goddamnit, she even saw him caressing her boob once. This isn't about it. Maybe it's about tequila, though.
Or maybe it's about Logan's voice. It's that fucking timbre. That lust, that hunger, that need.
No, it can't be about him. It shouldn't be. Im-fucking-possible.
Veronica examines Logan's face carefully, like she's never seen him before. His hazel eyes are looking straight at Lilly's face without blinking for a split second. But Lilly doesn't look back, because she's staring at...
Me. Fuck.
Lilly's eyes always talk more than her mouth, not to mention her wicked smile. They are telling everything. Suddenly she shuts her eyes for the slightest moment and moans so slowly, and the situation just crystal clear, even for Veronica. Logan has touched her... there.
Veronica wants to keep looking at Lilly, because, although she doesn't care what Lilly's eyes are pleading, her desperate need to watch Logan and the way he attracks her eyes scares the shit out of her.
Touch me.
Her eyes fixed on Veronica, Lilly starts moaning.
Touch me, Logan. Oh, fuck it.
Logan doesn't show any excitement when Veronica touches his crotch with her fingertips. She stopped thinking a while ago, and now it's all fuckLoganfuckIcanthelpitfuck. He doesn't look at her, doesn't even flinch, instead, he picks up his vibe, his arm is moving under Lilly's skirt much faster now.
Lilly's moans turn into short deep breaths.
Veronica's head starts spinning, but can's stop what she's already started. Her fingers reach his zipper, but before she can do anything, Lilly screams, climaxing.
"Veronica!"
Veronica certainly wasn't expecting this, but doesn't feel any disgust or arousal. It's just plain normal.
So, now, this is our 'normal', I suppose?
Lilly tries to hold on to something, and Veronica's shoulder looks like the best place to dig her nails.
Three of them sit together for a little longer, never corrupting the vicious circle; one touching the other but they all know that it's not right and it never will be.