Kink Me! #2
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Angel flounders for a moment, trying to hide the magazine she was looking at, as she hears a key turn in the lock. She thinks it must be the only time it seemed like giving Katie a key was a bad idea - the rest of the time it was lovely to know she could slip in easy enough.
‘What’s that?’ Katie asks she walks into the room and puts a bottle of red wine onto the table.
Angel shakes her head innocently as she tries unsuccessfully to hide it behind her back, ‘nothing.’ She nods towards the wine, ‘why don’t you go and get some wine glasses?’
There’s a teasing smile as Katie leans in close to Angel, ‘show me.’ She wrestles the magazine from Angel’s grasp. She raises an eyebrow and sighs in a halfhearted way that seems so unKatielike.
‘It’s a good interview,’ Angel soothes, stroking Katie’s arm.
‘The interview’s fine.’ Katie looks at the carpet sadly, ‘it’s the photos which are dreadful! That stylist, that photographer… pink hotpants and lace leggings, for god’s sake! And he made me suck a lollipop…’ She sounds genuinely distressed.
Angel rubs her lips gently across Katie’s ear, ‘I thought you looked sexy.’
The heat of blood rushing to meet a barely there kiss.
‘Really?’ Katie murmurs, letting her head fall back as Angel gently nips her way down.
A smooth hand runs up her skirt, across her fishnet tights and tugs them down to her knees.
‘Very,’ Angel whispers as she pushes Katie back onto the sofa and kneels on the floor in front of her. Tenderly she takes off one of Katie’s stilettos and cradles the foot, which fits so perfectly in the palm of Angel’s hand. She strokes it happily and Katie tries to suppress a giggle as she reaches down to Angel trying to pull her up.
Angel shakes her head and carries on undressing Katie, first the other shoe then pulling her tights down to her ankles, and pressing firm kisses up her calves before straddling Katie on the sofa.
Katie tilts her head up to Angel and gives her a wide smile.
A smile so rarely seen on the television, a smile so rarely seen in magazines, a smile so rarely seen by anyone else. Or so Angel hopes as her heart leaps into her chest.
‘You done yet?’ Katie asks.
‘Done with what?’ Angel replies as she outlines Katie’s lips with a finger.
Katie turns her head away from Angel’s touch. ‘Are you gonna kiss me anytime soon or just play with me?’ Her accent is strong and intoxicating, there’s a demand in it, there always is with Katie, but the smile lingers in her tone. She leans in for a kiss, her fingers curled around Angel’s belt hoops, holding her firmly in place.
It’s not soft and gentle like people expect girls to kiss. It’s hard and messy and needy. It’s filled with no expectation of perfection and a dozen shared memories. it’s a mess of teeth and tongues and hands on backs trying to push the other closer and closer.
Angel pulls away first, her face smeared with Katie’s glossy red lipstick. She looks like a child caught playing with their mother’s makeup. She toys with Katie’s top button and smirks, ‘come on, McGrath, that blouse would look lovely on my bedroom carpet.’
Katie laughs loudly. Angel grins, thrilled at the reaction, and begins kissing Katie’s neck resulting in a few low moans but Angel pulls away and looks Katie in the eye.
Katie pulls Angel forward and nuzzles her shoulder affectionately, ‘you’re insane’.
The graze of her nails against Angel’s ribs, feeling Angel tremble with delight. Knowing Angel’s weak spot, right there, Katie thinks there might be something in this. She’s never had a friend like Angel, people are always too scared to come close, they assume she’s distant, and vicious, and that she will tear them apart if they try.
Angel gives a whimper and Katie speeds the rhythm of her fingertips up and down her ribs, tickling until Angel collapses against her giggling. ‘You’re evil,’ she accuses as she reaches up and threads her fingers into Katie’s hair.
Katie manoevures Angel so she’s lying on the sofa with Katie grinning manically above her It’s a feral expression, eyes shining and white teeth gleaming, it excites and terrifies Angel in equal measure. ‘Only sometimes.’
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Katie’s quicker at these things than Angel though and she swiftly gets around to unbuttoning Angel’s jeans and pulling them down as far as she can. And Angel can barely think, let alone reciprocate, as Katie pulls down her knickers and strokes the soft skin of her stomach and then further and further down…
‘Open your eyes,’ Katie says sternly without stopping.
Katie’s blue eyes are bright, they shine intensely, and are filled with severity but they melt like ice when Angel’s flutter open.
‘Keep going,’ Angel murmurs vaguely, ‘more, please, please, Katie.’ She feels a fingernail skimming her clitoris lightly and then the gentle pad of the finger rubbing against it.
Warmth shoots up through her entire body at the friction. She arches back involuntarily and considers pulling Katie down for another kiss but no, because she might stop and Angel doesn’t want her to stop, she doesn’t ever want this to stop.
‘Katie,’ she pleads lightly, she strokes Katie’s breast again and then wraps her arms tightly around her neck. ‘More, please, deeper.’
Katie nods solemnly, ‘yes I know,’ she gasps as Angel’s fingertips brush the nape of her neck, ‘just wait. Just for now, just let me touch you here a little longer.’
‘A little longer’, Angel repeats.
She needs just a little more time like this to soak in the expression of her best friend’s face, because really, she’s never had anyone like this and she wants to preserve it in her memory. So when she’s old and broken she can look back and think ‘it wasn’t always like this, I was young and loved someone beautiful. Someone who loved me back. There was light in our eyes and warmth in our hearts. And we were friends, best friends.’
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It was my first time writing femmeslash and first time posting any fix so I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it.
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*on fourth reread*
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