misfits fanfic, "the show is over (say goodbye)", (Kelly)
Title: The Show is Over (Say Goodbye)
Author: Ivy-chan
Words: 364
Fandom: Misfits
Characters: Kelly, (Kelly/Nathan)
Summary: She doesn’t know what she wants with him, but she knows she doesn’t need anything serious. Takes place during the botched make-out.
He‘s an awful kisser, she thinks. She’s not holding on, but she doesn’t want to anyway. This is just a test run. Right now everything he’s doing seems like a desperate attempt to impress, or a frenzied fucking need to get in her pants. It’s fast and fumbled and she decides he can’t possibly have had as much experience as he says he has, and if he has, the girls all had really low expectations. But that’s not the reason she pulls away, because she doesn’t mind the pawing and the tongue in her mouth. She has to admit she likes it straightforward, not too much foreplay bullshit. Still, even for her this is really too much.
This has to be the most unromantic spot for a shag, too- metal railings and musty mattress and the possibility of a sighting really fucking high. She doesn’t care about that either, not really. Kelly can’t ever compete with Nathan on shamelessness because she was born with a conscience, but a little PDA doesn’t bother her because why the hell are they looking? No, it's not that at all.
It’s just. She can hear him, too, and those thoughts turn her off more than the hand tugging its way down her jeans, because they’re so clear they slice into her, so dangerously earnest because Nathan is the one person she never wants to take seriously.
He thinks he loves her. He thinks he wants to impress her. His thoughts crash into each other like metal on metal, sparking and tangling. He thinks between the lustful, growling thoughts (i thought i’d never see her again and i think i think i’m in love) and she pulls away because it’s too. Fucking. Close. Because Nathan, oh yes, is one of those boys who will someday love her and leave her in the rubbish bin like the last useless prick she dated (i can’t believe i gave her that ring) and she can’t do it again.
Kelly walks out with a cold burning something in the pit of her stomach and his taste on her tongue.
The worst part of it is she thinks she could start loving him, too.
Author: Ivy-chan
Words: 364
Fandom: Misfits
Characters: Kelly, (Kelly/Nathan)
Summary: She doesn’t know what she wants with him, but she knows she doesn’t need anything serious. Takes place during the botched make-out.
He‘s an awful kisser, she thinks. She’s not holding on, but she doesn’t want to anyway. This is just a test run. Right now everything he’s doing seems like a desperate attempt to impress, or a frenzied fucking need to get in her pants. It’s fast and fumbled and she decides he can’t possibly have had as much experience as he says he has, and if he has, the girls all had really low expectations. But that’s not the reason she pulls away, because she doesn’t mind the pawing and the tongue in her mouth. She has to admit she likes it straightforward, not too much foreplay bullshit. Still, even for her this is really too much.
This has to be the most unromantic spot for a shag, too- metal railings and musty mattress and the possibility of a sighting really fucking high. She doesn’t care about that either, not really. Kelly can’t ever compete with Nathan on shamelessness because she was born with a conscience, but a little PDA doesn’t bother her because why the hell are they looking? No, it's not that at all.
It’s just. She can hear him, too, and those thoughts turn her off more than the hand tugging its way down her jeans, because they’re so clear they slice into her, so dangerously earnest because Nathan is the one person she never wants to take seriously.
He thinks he loves her. He thinks he wants to impress her. His thoughts crash into each other like metal on metal, sparking and tangling. He thinks between the lustful, growling thoughts (i thought i’d never see her again and i think i think i’m in love) and she pulls away because it’s too. Fucking. Close. Because Nathan, oh yes, is one of those boys who will someday love her and leave her in the rubbish bin like the last useless prick she dated (i can’t believe i gave her that ring) and she can’t do it again.
Kelly walks out with a cold burning something in the pit of her stomach and his taste on her tongue.
The worst part of it is she thinks she could start loving him, too.