fic: things that shouldn't last (rps - cheryl cole/kimberley walsh)
Title: Things That Shouldn't Last
Author: ripptyd
Rating: R
Fandom: Girls Aloud, Cheryl Cole/Kimberley Walsh (RPS)
Word Count: 480
Summary: But you still reach up and let your fingernail slowly trace one of her dimples. You have a favorite one, and if there’s a God, she’ll never know that.
She’s your best friend.
That’s all you can think about while her fingers are playing with the ends of your hair. She’s laughing loudly at something that you said, something you can’t even remember now. It rumbles from her stomach, and you feel it all along your torso.
She’s your best friend.
She shifts until she’s looking at you, her face tilted up towards yours, and you desperately want to stamp your foot at how unfair this situation is. She’s still smiling, and her face is flushed, and you can smell the vodka and juice on her breath. But you still reach up and let your fingernail slowly trace one of her dimples. You have a favorite one, and if there’s a God, she’ll never know that.
She’s your best friend.
It’s your mantra while you kiss her. You repeat it over and over with each press of your lips. She answers back with one of her own. And you don’t know where it came from, but you groan straight into her mouth. So you try and pull away to recover from your mortification, but she’s not letting you go. She’s pushing closer, and draping her small frame over yours.
She’s your best friend.
And you wish she wasn’t when she tangles your legs together, and grips the hem of your dress. You don’t want her to be your best friend because you’ll have look at her and remember the way she’s bunching the fabric around your waist and leaning into you. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to talk to her after hearing her say your name like that.
She’s your best friend.
But when she presses her thigh against you and starts moving her hips, you clench her back and move with her. Her face is hovering above yours and her dark hair is everywhere, and despite the heavy moan filling the small space between you, she flashes you a grin. Your nails dig into her skin while you move faster, and she kisses you with a ferocity that startles you.
She’s your best friend.
She’s murmuring against your cheek while she catches her breath. There are kisses on your skin, and you’re sure she’s leaving her lipstick all over you. And she stays put, but you don’t mind. You like the slight weight of her on your body. You like the way she buries her nose against your neck and breathes deeply. With a deep exhale of relief, you even like the way she goes back to talking about the most inane things, like what just happened was a small detour. So you smile when she tells you about the dress she’s wearing on tomorrow’s show, and she tells you that you have to come by and see it. Because now you understand.
She’s your best friend, and you know now you would never change that.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: R
Fandom: Girls Aloud, Cheryl Cole/Kimberley Walsh (RPS)
Word Count: 480
Summary: But you still reach up and let your fingernail slowly trace one of her dimples. You have a favorite one, and if there’s a God, she’ll never know that.
She’s your best friend.
That’s all you can think about while her fingers are playing with the ends of your hair. She’s laughing loudly at something that you said, something you can’t even remember now. It rumbles from her stomach, and you feel it all along your torso.
She’s your best friend.
She shifts until she’s looking at you, her face tilted up towards yours, and you desperately want to stamp your foot at how unfair this situation is. She’s still smiling, and her face is flushed, and you can smell the vodka and juice on her breath. But you still reach up and let your fingernail slowly trace one of her dimples. You have a favorite one, and if there’s a God, she’ll never know that.
She’s your best friend.
It’s your mantra while you kiss her. You repeat it over and over with each press of your lips. She answers back with one of her own. And you don’t know where it came from, but you groan straight into her mouth. So you try and pull away to recover from your mortification, but she’s not letting you go. She’s pushing closer, and draping her small frame over yours.
She’s your best friend.
And you wish she wasn’t when she tangles your legs together, and grips the hem of your dress. You don’t want her to be your best friend because you’ll have look at her and remember the way she’s bunching the fabric around your waist and leaning into you. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to talk to her after hearing her say your name like that.
She’s your best friend.
But when she presses her thigh against you and starts moving her hips, you clench her back and move with her. Her face is hovering above yours and her dark hair is everywhere, and despite the heavy moan filling the small space between you, she flashes you a grin. Your nails dig into her skin while you move faster, and she kisses you with a ferocity that startles you.
She’s your best friend.
She’s murmuring against your cheek while she catches her breath. There are kisses on your skin, and you’re sure she’s leaving her lipstick all over you. And she stays put, but you don’t mind. You like the slight weight of her on your body. You like the way she buries her nose against your neck and breathes deeply. With a deep exhale of relief, you even like the way she goes back to talking about the most inane things, like what just happened was a small detour. So you smile when she tells you about the dress she’s wearing on tomorrow’s show, and she tells you that you have to come by and see it. Because now you understand.
She’s your best friend, and you know now you would never change that.