See You Next Time - Greek - R - Cappie/Casey
Title: See You Next Time
Author: Vesica
Rating: R
Fandom, Pairing & Prompt: GrΣΣk, Cappie/Casey, library
Word Count: 517
Disclaimer: Not mine - just borrowing them for a bit.
Summary: Casey has a list of reasons why she and Evan are perfect together. Obviously, she forgot the list at home today.
Author’s Notes: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle V - The Fifth Dimension. Also, this fandom has a decidedly younger, more rambling "voice" than my usual haunts. It made for a nice change. Also, why is there so little porn for this show? Seriously…
She loves Evan - loves him loves him - in that forever kind of way.
She had to.
Why else did she still want to deck him every time she sees him - flashing that smug smile or ambling along or even just there, breathing?
Why else did it feel like she's just been kicked in the gut every time she hears him laugh?
But since she loves him…if she loves him…no, because she loves him she shouldn't mind that it takes work - the being with him or sometimes even being in the same room. That sort thing happens to couples all the time - someone messes up, they separate for a while but it all works out.
Thousands of couples, she figured, and none of them so perfect a pairing as she and Evan, must get through this sort of thing every day.
She and Evan - they just fit. They made sense.
What doesn't make sense is why, if she and Evan are so right, all she can think about right now is how if she just scoots back a little she can probably manage to wrap her legs around Cappie's waist without falling over.
Not that she'd mind - provided she managed to drag him down with her.
She wasn't expecting to find Cappie in the library - she was actually kind of surprised he even knew where it was.
She'd been so focused on finding the last book she needed for her paper she'd nearly run into him.
What did one say to a revenge lay? Thanks? Sorry, but I never said I'd call?
She'd stared - a deer caught in headlights - until he'd finally broken the awkward silence.
"Study room?"
She hadn't bothered to answer - just made a beeline for the third floor and the wall of cramped, musty, and most importantly lockable rooms.
And now here she was, biting back a moan as he pushed up her skirt.
This made no kind of sense - that lazy, slacker, burnout Cappie could make every nerve light up, make it feel like she was drowning she needed this so badly.
She wanted Evan - smart, driven, success-bound Evan who had everything going for him. Well, everything except faithfulness, fidelity, integrity...
Cappie had never…would never…and she couldn't help but remember all the almost sweet things he'd done when they were together. She remembered breakfasts in bed as she tugged off his shirt, moving onto unbuttoning his jeans thinking about the way his breath had felt against her cheek when they were falling asleep.
Neither of them had any right to be thinking clearly at that point and when his hands closed over hers, stopping her before she could finishing unbuttoning her shirt, she was didn't know what to think.
Cappie - honorable, honest, stupid Cappie - looked her right in the eye. "This time isn't about Evan, right?"
The lie came so easy she almost fooled herself and the taste of his lips washed most of the bitterness down.
Next time - she promised herself as she let herself get lost in the feel of him pressing into her. Next time it wouldn't be.
END.
Author: Vesica
Rating: R
Fandom, Pairing & Prompt: GrΣΣk, Cappie/Casey, library
Word Count: 517
Disclaimer: Not mine - just borrowing them for a bit.
Summary: Casey has a list of reasons why she and Evan are perfect together. Obviously, she forgot the list at home today.
Author’s Notes: Written for oxoniensis's Porn Battle V - The Fifth Dimension. Also, this fandom has a decidedly younger, more rambling "voice" than my usual haunts. It made for a nice change. Also, why is there so little porn for this show? Seriously…
She loves Evan - loves him loves him - in that forever kind of way.
She had to.
Why else did she still want to deck him every time she sees him - flashing that smug smile or ambling along or even just there, breathing?
Why else did it feel like she's just been kicked in the gut every time she hears him laugh?
But since she loves him…if she loves him…no, because she loves him she shouldn't mind that it takes work - the being with him or sometimes even being in the same room. That sort thing happens to couples all the time - someone messes up, they separate for a while but it all works out.
Thousands of couples, she figured, and none of them so perfect a pairing as she and Evan, must get through this sort of thing every day.
She and Evan - they just fit. They made sense.
What doesn't make sense is why, if she and Evan are so right, all she can think about right now is how if she just scoots back a little she can probably manage to wrap her legs around Cappie's waist without falling over.
Not that she'd mind - provided she managed to drag him down with her.
She wasn't expecting to find Cappie in the library - she was actually kind of surprised he even knew where it was.
She'd been so focused on finding the last book she needed for her paper she'd nearly run into him.
What did one say to a revenge lay? Thanks? Sorry, but I never said I'd call?
She'd stared - a deer caught in headlights - until he'd finally broken the awkward silence.
"Study room?"
She hadn't bothered to answer - just made a beeline for the third floor and the wall of cramped, musty, and most importantly lockable rooms.
And now here she was, biting back a moan as he pushed up her skirt.
This made no kind of sense - that lazy, slacker, burnout Cappie could make every nerve light up, make it feel like she was drowning she needed this so badly.
She wanted Evan - smart, driven, success-bound Evan who had everything going for him. Well, everything except faithfulness, fidelity, integrity...
Cappie had never…would never…and she couldn't help but remember all the almost sweet things he'd done when they were together. She remembered breakfasts in bed as she tugged off his shirt, moving onto unbuttoning his jeans thinking about the way his breath had felt against her cheek when they were falling asleep.
Neither of them had any right to be thinking clearly at that point and when his hands closed over hers, stopping her before she could finishing unbuttoning her shirt, she was didn't know what to think.
Cappie - honorable, honest, stupid Cappie - looked her right in the eye. "This time isn't about Evan, right?"
The lie came so easy she almost fooled herself and the taste of his lips washed most of the bitterness down.
Next time - she promised herself as she let herself get lost in the feel of him pressing into her. Next time it wouldn't be.
END.