Whether She Knows It (Or Not) (Damages, Ellen/Patty)
Title: Whether She Knows It (Or Not)
For: The Femslash Porn Battle!
Fandom: Damages
Prompt: Ellen/Patty, student
Rating: R
Word Count: 461
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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(Patty's fingers make Ellen come once, twice. Make her come so quickly that it feels like this isn't the first time, though it is, it really is. Ellen wonders if Patty's been thinking about this for a while; pondering the ways Ellen would like to be fucked until Patty was sure of what would make her moan the loudest.
No room for error, never any room for that.)
Ellen covers the top of her glass. "No, I should really get home."
"I insist," Patty says with a smile, ever cheerful in her manipulation. It's like an art for her.
She pulls her hand away. Patty empties the rest of the bottle into Ellen's glass.
"Thank you," Ellen says, like she wanted it all along.
(For a moment, Ellen feels like she can't move. Not from fear, or euphoria, or even guilt. It's a moment of inexplicable, unknown emotion that she fears will crush her. The weight of the time she's spent under Patty's wing, maybe, and then she's gasping, arching against Patty's body. She kisses Patty hungrily, fucks her the same way. She knows that she doesn't make Patty come twice, and the orgasm she does give her is a pale imitation of what Ellen felt coursing through her body.
There's always time to learn, there has to be.)
"Still settling in okay?"
Ellen nods. "Oh, yes. It's been an adjustment, you know. But David's been really great."
Patty arches an eyebrow. "Except for the times he's been anything but?"
She laughs half-heartedly. "I suppose you could say that."
(Ellen licks her lips, mutters something about it being a mistake. Patty looks at her as if she's impossibly foolish, and maybe she is. There is something silly about expressing regret when one is on the verge of begging to be fucked again.
Patty can tell, Patty always knows.)
Patty pats her on the knee. "It's hard, but I'm sure you'll work it all out."
Ellen knows Patty does not believe this, but she doesn't say anything. She knows when to call Patty on her bullshit and when to shut her mouth. Now she knows.
Sometimes, Ellen feels like she really knows Patty Hewes. Has her all figured out, finally. And after insight, there are only a couple more steps to her own version of control; a way to keep this job from ruling her life.
(When she gets home, David is asleep. Though she's washed her hands five times, her fingers still smell like Patty. All she can think about is Patty. She locks herself in the bathroom and slips her hand between her legs, imagining that Patty's making her come again.
Maybe Nye was right, he definitely was.)
Everything's going to be fine, whether Patty believes it or not.
END
For: The Femslash Porn Battle!
Fandom: Damages
Prompt: Ellen/Patty, student
Rating: R
Word Count: 461
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
(Patty's fingers make Ellen come once, twice. Make her come so quickly that it feels like this isn't the first time, though it is, it really is. Ellen wonders if Patty's been thinking about this for a while; pondering the ways Ellen would like to be fucked until Patty was sure of what would make her moan the loudest.
No room for error, never any room for that.)
Ellen covers the top of her glass. "No, I should really get home."
"I insist," Patty says with a smile, ever cheerful in her manipulation. It's like an art for her.
She pulls her hand away. Patty empties the rest of the bottle into Ellen's glass.
"Thank you," Ellen says, like she wanted it all along.
(For a moment, Ellen feels like she can't move. Not from fear, or euphoria, or even guilt. It's a moment of inexplicable, unknown emotion that she fears will crush her. The weight of the time she's spent under Patty's wing, maybe, and then she's gasping, arching against Patty's body. She kisses Patty hungrily, fucks her the same way. She knows that she doesn't make Patty come twice, and the orgasm she does give her is a pale imitation of what Ellen felt coursing through her body.
There's always time to learn, there has to be.)
"Still settling in okay?"
Ellen nods. "Oh, yes. It's been an adjustment, you know. But David's been really great."
Patty arches an eyebrow. "Except for the times he's been anything but?"
She laughs half-heartedly. "I suppose you could say that."
(Ellen licks her lips, mutters something about it being a mistake. Patty looks at her as if she's impossibly foolish, and maybe she is. There is something silly about expressing regret when one is on the verge of begging to be fucked again.
Patty can tell, Patty always knows.)
Patty pats her on the knee. "It's hard, but I'm sure you'll work it all out."
Ellen knows Patty does not believe this, but she doesn't say anything. She knows when to call Patty on her bullshit and when to shut her mouth. Now she knows.
Sometimes, Ellen feels like she really knows Patty Hewes. Has her all figured out, finally. And after insight, there are only a couple more steps to her own version of control; a way to keep this job from ruling her life.
(When she gets home, David is asleep. Though she's washed her hands five times, her fingers still smell like Patty. All she can think about is Patty. She locks herself in the bathroom and slips her hand between her legs, imagining that Patty's making her come again.
Maybe Nye was right, he definitely was.)
Everything's going to be fine, whether Patty believes it or not.
END