fic: drinking for two (rps - cheryl cole/kimberley walsh)
Title: Drinking For Two
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Girls Aloud, Cheryl Cole/Kimberley Walsh (RPS)
Word Count: 649
Summary: But she’s smiling at you. Lazy and slow, dimples deep, and you feel your fingers twitch.
Note: This is thanks to stephsquared. She wanted to do companion pieces of sorts to get us both writing again. :)
You know she’s worried about the results tomorrow.
So you put down the almost empty bottle of wine in your hand and drink the rest in your glass before sitting down beside her on the little couch. She’s laying sideways across it with her tiny feet in your lap. She wiggles her toes, and you notice they’re painted dark red. You look at her and you think this might be the first time she’s relaxed since this summer. She looks so tired. Her eyes are heavy lidded, and her lashes are fluttering every so often.
But she’s smiling at you. Lazy and slow, dimples deep, and you feel your fingers twitch. It’s like she’s having a conversation inside her own head. You lose focus. Just watching her watch you. Until she reaches out her hand and murmurs for you. You shift and stretch until you’re resting half on top of her, wedged between the couch and her slight body. And suddenly it’s all sharp and clear again.
She sighs so deeply and wraps her arms around you, and you can’t help but fall into it. Your face against her neck. Just there. You’re sure that she can feel your heartbeat. Because your whole head is throbbing with it. This blood rush is making you dizzy.
So you talk to her. About everything, anything. Something other than the things running through your thoughts.
Tonight’s costume?
A death eater. Purple for some reason.
The show?
Louis is constantly winding her up, and having a go.
A tour?
Possible. Nothing solid.
That’s when you tell her in a low whisper that you’ll miss her if she goes for long. But you say it safely tucked away against her where she can’t see you. Your finger plays with a lock of red hair. Stroking, curling, tugging. She waits until you finally look up in the middle of the silence and tells you that she always misses you. That she missed you so much the past few months. That she needed you.
It’s not a guilt trip. It’s a fact. And she knows that you understand. But it still makes your eyes sting and your heart ache. And before you can hide from her gaze, she catches you. Her lips press so softly to yours. You’re not even sure that she’s moving them, so much as breathing deeply.
But it doesn’t matter because the connection is there now and you can’t let it go. You shift, knees digging into the couch. You can feel the muscles in her legs twitch while you slide your leg between hers. You swear that you can hear denim scraping denim.
She whimpers against your lips and you’re undone. A fumble of hands and mouths. She digs her nails into your skin, and your wrist starts to hurt after a few minutes. But she’s holding you so tightly, and moving against you.
So you press closer and move faster and soon she’s making noises you haven’t heard from her in so long. Too long. And she finally bows against you and you catch her cry in your mouth, swallowing it.
She keeps kissing you. Slow and deep. Her tongue traces your lips while you pry your hand from under her jeans. That’s how you lay, pressed close, mouths still touching. Her breath is quick and soft and all you want to do is start all over again. But both of your phones are vibrating. And you know it’s Sarah. She’s waiting.
But you stay there for a few more moments. Stolen moments. And it feels new and familiar all at once. You’ve been here before, but it’s a different world now. When you look at her, she doesn’t look ashamed. She can still smile at you, and mean it. Like she is now.
And you smile back at her while you reach over to deliberately shut off your phone.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Girls Aloud, Cheryl Cole/Kimberley Walsh (RPS)
Word Count: 649
Summary: But she’s smiling at you. Lazy and slow, dimples deep, and you feel your fingers twitch.
Note: This is thanks to stephsquared. She wanted to do companion pieces of sorts to get us both writing again. :)
You know she’s worried about the results tomorrow.
So you put down the almost empty bottle of wine in your hand and drink the rest in your glass before sitting down beside her on the little couch. She’s laying sideways across it with her tiny feet in your lap. She wiggles her toes, and you notice they’re painted dark red. You look at her and you think this might be the first time she’s relaxed since this summer. She looks so tired. Her eyes are heavy lidded, and her lashes are fluttering every so often.
But she’s smiling at you. Lazy and slow, dimples deep, and you feel your fingers twitch. It’s like she’s having a conversation inside her own head. You lose focus. Just watching her watch you. Until she reaches out her hand and murmurs for you. You shift and stretch until you’re resting half on top of her, wedged between the couch and her slight body. And suddenly it’s all sharp and clear again.
She sighs so deeply and wraps her arms around you, and you can’t help but fall into it. Your face against her neck. Just there. You’re sure that she can feel your heartbeat. Because your whole head is throbbing with it. This blood rush is making you dizzy.
So you talk to her. About everything, anything. Something other than the things running through your thoughts.
Tonight’s costume?
A death eater. Purple for some reason.
The show?
Louis is constantly winding her up, and having a go.
A tour?
Possible. Nothing solid.
That’s when you tell her in a low whisper that you’ll miss her if she goes for long. But you say it safely tucked away against her where she can’t see you. Your finger plays with a lock of red hair. Stroking, curling, tugging. She waits until you finally look up in the middle of the silence and tells you that she always misses you. That she missed you so much the past few months. That she needed you.
It’s not a guilt trip. It’s a fact. And she knows that you understand. But it still makes your eyes sting and your heart ache. And before you can hide from her gaze, she catches you. Her lips press so softly to yours. You’re not even sure that she’s moving them, so much as breathing deeply.
But it doesn’t matter because the connection is there now and you can’t let it go. You shift, knees digging into the couch. You can feel the muscles in her legs twitch while you slide your leg between hers. You swear that you can hear denim scraping denim.
She whimpers against your lips and you’re undone. A fumble of hands and mouths. She digs her nails into your skin, and your wrist starts to hurt after a few minutes. But she’s holding you so tightly, and moving against you.
So you press closer and move faster and soon she’s making noises you haven’t heard from her in so long. Too long. And she finally bows against you and you catch her cry in your mouth, swallowing it.
She keeps kissing you. Slow and deep. Her tongue traces your lips while you pry your hand from under her jeans. That’s how you lay, pressed close, mouths still touching. Her breath is quick and soft and all you want to do is start all over again. But both of your phones are vibrating. And you know it’s Sarah. She’s waiting.
But you stay there for a few more moments. Stolen moments. And it feels new and familiar all at once. You’ve been here before, but it’s a different world now. When you look at her, she doesn’t look ashamed. She can still smile at you, and mean it. Like she is now.
And you smile back at her while you reach over to deliberately shut off your phone.