8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
“I suppose it will have to,” Georgie mutters. “As long as we can still prove they knew full well if they later pretend not to.”
“Look,” Petra says, “It's not that I don't want to. As such. But it's only been a week at most since we last had a heart-wrenching row and you left saying this time you wouldn't be coming back. Do we really need that level of testing what we are to each other on camera?”
“I came back the next day.”
“And I still spent a sleepless night not knowing if you really would this time.”
“How could you really think....”
“Because that's what you said, my love. And I know I've done similar. Because lovely as this thing between us is most of the time, it doesn't always run smoothly.”
“Yeah, but some of that's been down to the pressures of hiding.”
“And some of it's down to the pressures of being ourselves, together.”
“True,” Georgie says, “but people have handled worse. And at least without having to pretend we're just some kind of...best of enemies, it would still limit the pressure. Also,” she takes both of Petra's hands in hers, “I've been thinking about it since you asked, and I want to move in.”
“Even if it means you can't run off to your own place in a mood?”
“Because of that, among other things. I don't want to be the unnamed partner you make nudge/wink references to in your book. I want us to be real. I want to have to stop and think, not be able to stomp off in a sulk just like that. And for you to be the same when it's you in a mood.”
“The full ball and chain, you mean?”
“Yes. Both ways. Literally as you like.”
“It'll be an adjustment.”
“For both of us, I know. But I want to. Do you?”
“Yes,” Petra says, after some thinking. “Yes, I do. But it will take some time getting used to. Can you give me that?”
“I'll try. I mean,” Georgie adds, “I know you're old and set in your ways....” She squeals as Petra takes advantage of her ticklishness to make her lose control of her own position on the couch, and then settles into a token resistance as she's pulled across Petra's lap, kicking and squirming.
“Now you'd better give me some rough idea of what parts of you will be covered in costume,” Petra says, “or this could be rather risky. I take it this will be covered?” she lands a sharp slap at the point just where the buttocks join the legs; Georgie squeals in affirmation.
“How about here?” Petra says, running her hand over the backs of Georgie's thighs, just under the cheeks.
“Yes,” Georgie manages, “but not all the way down to the knees.” She almost immediately wishes she'd had the presence of mind to claim a micro skirt.
“And I saw you flirting with your dance partner, by the way,” Petra adds. “Is that the way it's going to be from now? You don't get your way, it's back to the boys?”
“I wasn't flirting any more than you were with yours,” Georgie manages, trying to take her mind off the sting spreading up from top of her thighs.
“But mine knows it's nothing doing,” Petra says, “He's gay for boys, I'm gay for girls, the rest is just random playing around. You simpering at an ambiguous metrosexual is another matter altogether. If you want to settle here, young lady, there will have to be improvements in your manners, and sharpish.” Georgie yowls. “Well?”
“I'll be good!” Georgie half screams, half sniffles. Petra snorts, but slows down and starts stroking more gently, reaching for the jar of lotion on the side table. Georgie squeals again at the first touch - the lotion's gone fairly cold, left out - but then settles down more, even if she wriggles rather more under Petra's hands than strictly required for cooperation.
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