fic: radiator heat (rps - cheryl cole/kimberley walsh)
Title: Radiator Heat
Author: ripptyd
Rating: R
Fandom: Girls Aloud, Cheryl Cole/Kimberley Walsh (RPS)
Word Count: 621
Summary: They take your photo too because you’re there, and you’re with her while she works. And maybe afterwards they will remember it’s your birthday.
You practically coo when you see her wearing that hat. It’s big and it’s silly, and you absolutely love it.
So you watch her get out of the car and walk to the door with that huge ball of cotton sitting on top of her hat. It bounces slightly, and you grin like a fool because you’re reminded of the young girl she was. And she looks so sweet when she smiles for the cameras that follow her every move.
They take your photo too because you’re there, and you’re with her while she works. And maybe afterwards they will remember it’s your birthday. But you smile anyhow, and you park the car because she’s waiting for you. And you never keep her waiting.
You wonder why you were in such a hurry to get inside and into her dressing room when all you’re doing is sprawling out on her small couch. She’s so small against you, even when you aren’t exactly a hulking giant. But your face is buried against her shoulder and the cigarette she had hours ago is lingering with her perfume. Your fingers curl into her back and she makes a soft groan and shifts closer.
She’s asking you what you want for your birthday and you just shake your head. Because you don’t need anything. Not from her. But she’s lifting her head to look at you, and she’s being insistent.
And still wearing that hat.
So you smile while your finger traces the edge of the woven material against her temple. She’s holding your wrist now, not unkindly, and her thumb is rubbing small circles. You tell her to just bring herself to the party tonight. You just want her to show up. That it will be enough.
She rolls her eyes and leans in. And her mouth is sticky with lip gloss, but you tilt your head and let your fingers tiptoe along her spine. The shiver that moves down her body makes you feel a bit smug. Though you really don’t know why, because she’s not someone who puts emphasis on foreplay. She wants what she wants when she wants it. And it doesn’t take much to get her there.
So you really aren’t surprised when she pulls back from your lips and looks down at you, her hands splayed across your stomach. She’s frozen for that moment, dark eyes just taking you in, and it takes you more than a couple seconds to catch up to her when she’s shrugging out of her jacket.
You glance over at her little digital clock and you try and tell her that you don’t have time, but she’s hovering over you and smiling in the most mesmerizing way, and you realize now that you can’t stop this run away train. Instead, you reach up and you take off her hat, because now it’s just silly sitting on her head while she’s looking at you like that.
And it doesn’t take her long to ease her fingers down into your jeans. You hold her face in your hands and she stares down at you, watching you bite on your bottom lip. There’s a hint of a dimpled smile when she bends her wrist, because you’re gasping softly, and you’re asking her please and more. And she gives to you so readily that it’s only a few short minutes until your body is shuddering and your mouth is pressing frantically against her face.
You can feel the flush on your cheeks, and you can’t stop your breath from shaking when you exhale into her hair. It’s a gentle grip that stops your hand from wandering, and she smiles before kissing your mouth delicately.
She whispers happy birthday.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: R
Fandom: Girls Aloud, Cheryl Cole/Kimberley Walsh (RPS)
Word Count: 621
Summary: They take your photo too because you’re there, and you’re with her while she works. And maybe afterwards they will remember it’s your birthday.
You practically coo when you see her wearing that hat. It’s big and it’s silly, and you absolutely love it.
So you watch her get out of the car and walk to the door with that huge ball of cotton sitting on top of her hat. It bounces slightly, and you grin like a fool because you’re reminded of the young girl she was. And she looks so sweet when she smiles for the cameras that follow her every move.
They take your photo too because you’re there, and you’re with her while she works. And maybe afterwards they will remember it’s your birthday. But you smile anyhow, and you park the car because she’s waiting for you. And you never keep her waiting.
You wonder why you were in such a hurry to get inside and into her dressing room when all you’re doing is sprawling out on her small couch. She’s so small against you, even when you aren’t exactly a hulking giant. But your face is buried against her shoulder and the cigarette she had hours ago is lingering with her perfume. Your fingers curl into her back and she makes a soft groan and shifts closer.
She’s asking you what you want for your birthday and you just shake your head. Because you don’t need anything. Not from her. But she’s lifting her head to look at you, and she’s being insistent.
And still wearing that hat.
So you smile while your finger traces the edge of the woven material against her temple. She’s holding your wrist now, not unkindly, and her thumb is rubbing small circles. You tell her to just bring herself to the party tonight. You just want her to show up. That it will be enough.
She rolls her eyes and leans in. And her mouth is sticky with lip gloss, but you tilt your head and let your fingers tiptoe along her spine. The shiver that moves down her body makes you feel a bit smug. Though you really don’t know why, because she’s not someone who puts emphasis on foreplay. She wants what she wants when she wants it. And it doesn’t take much to get her there.
So you really aren’t surprised when she pulls back from your lips and looks down at you, her hands splayed across your stomach. She’s frozen for that moment, dark eyes just taking you in, and it takes you more than a couple seconds to catch up to her when she’s shrugging out of her jacket.
You glance over at her little digital clock and you try and tell her that you don’t have time, but she’s hovering over you and smiling in the most mesmerizing way, and you realize now that you can’t stop this run away train. Instead, you reach up and you take off her hat, because now it’s just silly sitting on her head while she’s looking at you like that.
And it doesn’t take her long to ease her fingers down into your jeans. You hold her face in your hands and she stares down at you, watching you bite on your bottom lip. There’s a hint of a dimpled smile when she bends her wrist, because you’re gasping softly, and you’re asking her please and more. And she gives to you so readily that it’s only a few short minutes until your body is shuddering and your mouth is pressing frantically against her face.
You can feel the flush on your cheeks, and you can’t stop your breath from shaking when you exhale into her hair. It’s a gentle grip that stops your hand from wandering, and she smiles before kissing your mouth delicately.
She whispers happy birthday.