lol have another min/fei first-time fic (pt 1)mapatrajectoryMay 24 2011, 17:01:19 UTC
(first comment deleted because of overuse of the word 'apparently', haha)
This is what Min remembers: there was this party, right, alcohol pouring freely like water and music loud enough to make the speakers fuzz, strobelights rendering everyone pink and blue and purple. Jia chatting it up with the new JYP trainees, Suzy and Fei taking selcas by the wine bar. So you know, typical JYP shindig, right down to the weird 2PM abs-off in the corner (and seriously, what is up with Wooyoung's new hair color?). Someone kept handing her margaritas -- Sunye? Junsu? Salt and lime. She recalls licking the salt off the rim of the glass, feeling the warmth of the tequila course through her veins and thinking: too much energy. Need an outlet.
From that point on it gets hazy, though: there must have been some kind of progression, a gradual crescendo, smoldering glances leading naturally into chaste kisses and sexual tension thick enough to slice with a butter knife, but those details are lost on her. All she knows is that two hours and too many alcoholic beverages later, she and Fei have abandoned the party in favor of sticking their tongues down each other's throats in the costume closet.
Which, well. Making out with her female bandmate had not been topping Min's to-do list. In fact, she's pretty sure it was a thought originally marked MATERIAL RESERVED FOR PRE-BED FUN TIMES ONLY; DO NOT ACT UPON. But hey, it's fine. Nothing phases Min, all right. She can do spontaneity. She's Min, she can do anything!
Except foreplay, apparently. And probably the events that follow, too, not that she really knows what that's like yet -- oh, god.
"Um, easy there," Fei murmurs gently, after Min rips yet another button off Fei's shirt by accident. She presses her face into the curve of Min's neck, bites gently at the skin. Says, muffled, "No need to rush. We have time. Everyone's still busy downstairs, anyway."
"Sorry." Min can literally feel her cheeks burn. These are not feelings she's used to, inadequacy and ineptitude. Gaze averted, she busies herself with undoing the remaining buttons of Fei's blouse, taking her time now, inching a hand slowly beneath the thin white cotton. Fei's skin is so, so soft. "Buttoned blouses are kind of difficult to undo in a dark closet. I mean come on, who even wears blouses to parties anymore? And anyway," she mutters huffily, "it's not like I've gone much farther than this, so. Yeah."
"Ah," says Fei.
There's a pause. Min's hands come to a standstill over the clasps of Fei's bra. "I don't suppose that you're also, um. Er."
"I'm twenty-five." Which, Min supposes, is kind of an answer.
Strange new feeling, self-consciousness. Min doesn't wear it well, and she's frustrated, angry at her slow and clumsy hands, at the way her limbs won't respond to her brain's commands. At not knowing what her next move should be. And Fei senses it, evidently, because she brushes Min's bangs off her forehead and leans in, saying, "let me lead."
"Fine," Min grumbles. "Just this once."
"Are you saying," Fei says against Min's lips, one hand cradling the nape of Min's neck, "that there will be a second time?"
Min is certain that there is no way to answer the question that is simultaneously honest and appropriate. "I thought -- yes, yes, there -- that you were supposed to be the responsible one." Her voice comes out embarrassingly high-pitched, and in short little gasps. Fei's fingers work magic. It's unfair.
"Alcohol is an easy scapegoat," says Fei. "And I'm good at keeping quiet, you know. Keeping things on the down low."
There's an implication, a question in there that Min doesn't want to think about right now; it's too heavy, asking for too much. Instead she tilts Fei's face with her palm, humming low in her throat; runs her tongue along the curve of Fei's lower lip, tasting Kahlua. Relishes the little sounds that Fei makes. Draws her hand slowly southward, mapping out the contours of another person's body. Watches, fascinated, as Fei makes herself vulnerable. It's new territory but Min decides, curling her fingers in a way that makes Fei curse for the first time she's ever heard her, that she quite likes it.
"You certainly are beating the learning curve." Fei's fingernails graze the side of Min's thigh as she pulls Min's panties down.
"It's because I'm smart and hot and absolutely perfect," says Min, and then, "oh, holy fuck," as Fei presses in, crooks a finger at just the right angle. Fei's movements are sure and graceful and precisely timed, and there's this small spark of jealousy that flares up, but Min can't decide if it's directed at Fei's previous lovers or her sexual prowess. Probably both.
Except she can't really think about that now, not when Fei is knuckle deep in her and murmuring her name. Min, she says quietly, you're so beautiful, Min, Min, and Min has always believed Fei's voice was the best in their group, but she has an entirely newfound appreciation for it now. And it's all sensation right now, intensity and heat amped up to an unbelievable degree, and Min forgets about the hard wall of the closet that she's backed up against, the sequined dress brushing against her shoulder; everything else fades to grey. Left with just body heat and Fei.
When she comes her fingernails are digging into Fei's back and everything that's coming out of her mouth is unintelligible; it takes her completely by surprise despite the pressure that's been building up, and up, and up. Like the crash of waves against the shore. Like a lightbulb cracking, glass shattering onto the floor. Like --
"Min." Fei cups her cheek with a hand, a concerned expression on her face. "I -- are you okay?"
Deep breath. In, out. Something about her body feels lighter, now. It strikes her that she's sober, now, and probably Fei is too. "I'm fine." Pause. "Er. Thank you. I, er, I should return the favor -- "
"Don't be ridiculous," Fei says sternly. "We should probably go downstairs, I'm sure they're looking for us." A flush is creeping up Fei's neck, Min notices; it looks good on her.
As they redress themselves Fei suddenly blurts out: "Sorry. This was, this was a terrible idea. I. I'm your elder, I should have kept us in check, I should've -- "
"Tomorrow then," Min cuts in. "Tomorrow, since it's only fair." She grins, tentative.
The look of surprise on Fei's face is nearly comical. "I, I, I. Oh." Another silence; this one draws out. Then her mouth curves up into a smile, soft but radiant. "Okay. But let's choose a more comfortable venue, okay?"
Fei's hand slips into hers as they make their way back to the party. It's a perfect fit.
i love how min is so noobie in the beginning 8D and fei...good lord, she should give in to temptation more often. it looks good on her ;) and fei at the end. dorky but so cute, while min is back to her old self 8D
I've been doing the rounds of the various kacts requests/fills and I just had to jump in and shower you with praise for this fill because it was absolutely fabulous and I loved every word! your Min characterisation rang so true to me and I adored her frustration and Fei's shy pleasure and and everything!
"There's a pause. Min's hands come to a standstill over the clasps of Fei's bra. "I don't suppose that you're also, um. Er."
"I'm twenty-five." Which, Min supposes, is kind of an answer.
just perfect. ♥ thank you so much for writing this wonderful ficlet!
This is what Min remembers: there was this party, right, alcohol pouring freely like water and music loud enough to make the speakers fuzz, strobelights rendering everyone pink and blue and purple. Jia chatting it up with the new JYP trainees, Suzy and Fei taking selcas by the wine bar. So you know, typical JYP shindig, right down to the weird 2PM abs-off in the corner (and seriously, what is up with Wooyoung's new hair color?). Someone kept handing her margaritas -- Sunye? Junsu? Salt and lime. She recalls licking the salt off the rim of the glass, feeling the warmth of the tequila course through her veins and thinking: too much energy. Need an outlet.
From that point on it gets hazy, though: there must have been some kind of progression, a gradual crescendo, smoldering glances leading naturally into chaste kisses and sexual tension thick enough to slice with a butter knife, but those details are lost on her. All she knows is that two hours and too many alcoholic beverages later, she and Fei have abandoned the party in favor of sticking their tongues down each other's throats in the costume closet.
Which, well. Making out with her female bandmate had not been topping Min's to-do list. In fact, she's pretty sure it was a thought originally marked MATERIAL RESERVED FOR PRE-BED FUN TIMES ONLY; DO NOT ACT UPON. But hey, it's fine. Nothing phases Min, all right. She can do spontaneity. She's Min, she can do anything!
Except foreplay, apparently. And probably the events that follow, too, not that she really knows what that's like yet -- oh, god.
"Um, easy there," Fei murmurs gently, after Min rips yet another button off Fei's shirt by accident. She presses her face into the curve of Min's neck, bites gently at the skin. Says, muffled, "No need to rush. We have time. Everyone's still busy downstairs, anyway."
"Sorry." Min can literally feel her cheeks burn. These are not feelings she's used to, inadequacy and ineptitude. Gaze averted, she busies herself with undoing the remaining buttons of Fei's blouse, taking her time now, inching a hand slowly beneath the thin white cotton. Fei's skin is so, so soft. "Buttoned blouses are kind of difficult to undo in a dark closet. I mean come on, who even wears blouses to parties anymore? And anyway," she mutters huffily, "it's not like I've gone much farther than this, so. Yeah."
"Ah," says Fei.
There's a pause. Min's hands come to a standstill over the clasps of Fei's bra. "I don't suppose that you're also, um. Er."
"I'm twenty-five." Which, Min supposes, is kind of an answer.
Strange new feeling, self-consciousness. Min doesn't wear it well, and she's frustrated, angry at her slow and clumsy hands, at the way her limbs won't respond to her brain's commands. At not knowing what her next move should be. And Fei senses it, evidently, because she brushes Min's bangs off her forehead and leans in, saying, "let me lead."
"Fine," Min grumbles. "Just this once."
"Are you saying," Fei says against Min's lips, one hand cradling the nape of Min's neck, "that there will be a second time?"
Min is certain that there is no way to answer the question that is simultaneously honest and appropriate. "I thought -- yes, yes, there -- that you were supposed to be the responsible one." Her voice comes out embarrassingly high-pitched, and in short little gasps. Fei's fingers work magic. It's unfair.
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There's an implication, a question in there that Min doesn't want to think about right now; it's too heavy, asking for too much. Instead she tilts Fei's face with her palm, humming low in her throat; runs her tongue along the curve of Fei's lower lip, tasting Kahlua. Relishes the little sounds that Fei makes. Draws her hand slowly southward, mapping out the contours of another person's body. Watches, fascinated, as Fei makes herself vulnerable. It's new territory but Min decides, curling her fingers in a way that makes Fei curse for the first time she's ever heard her, that she quite likes it.
"You certainly are beating the learning curve." Fei's fingernails graze the side of Min's thigh as she pulls Min's panties down.
"It's because I'm smart and hot and absolutely perfect," says Min, and then, "oh, holy fuck," as Fei presses in, crooks a finger at just the right angle. Fei's movements are sure and graceful and precisely timed, and there's this small spark of jealousy that flares up, but Min can't decide if it's directed at Fei's previous lovers or her sexual prowess. Probably both.
Except she can't really think about that now, not when Fei is knuckle deep in her and murmuring her name. Min, she says quietly, you're so beautiful, Min, Min, and Min has always believed Fei's voice was the best in their group, but she has an entirely newfound appreciation for it now. And it's all sensation right now, intensity and heat amped up to an unbelievable degree, and Min forgets about the hard wall of the closet that she's backed up against, the sequined dress brushing against her shoulder; everything else fades to grey. Left with just body heat and Fei.
When she comes her fingernails are digging into Fei's back and everything that's coming out of her mouth is unintelligible; it takes her completely by surprise despite the pressure that's been building up, and up, and up. Like the crash of waves against the shore. Like a lightbulb cracking, glass shattering onto the floor. Like --
"Min." Fei cups her cheek with a hand, a concerned expression on her face. "I -- are you okay?"
Deep breath. In, out. Something about her body feels lighter, now. It strikes her that she's sober, now, and probably Fei is too. "I'm fine." Pause. "Er. Thank you. I, er, I should return the favor -- "
"Don't be ridiculous," Fei says sternly. "We should probably go downstairs, I'm sure they're looking for us." A flush is creeping up Fei's neck, Min notices; it looks good on her.
As they redress themselves Fei suddenly blurts out: "Sorry. This was, this was a terrible idea. I. I'm your elder, I should have kept us in check, I should've -- "
"Tomorrow then," Min cuts in. "Tomorrow, since it's only fair." She grins, tentative.
The look of surprise on Fei's face is nearly comical. "I, I, I. Oh." Another silence; this one draws out. Then her mouth curves up into a smile, soft but radiant. "Okay. But let's choose a more comfortable venue, okay?"
Fei's hand slips into hers as they make their way back to the party. It's a perfect fit.
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i love how min is so noobie in the beginning 8D and fei...good lord, she should give in to temptation more often. it looks good on her ;)
and fei at the end. dorky but so cute, while min is back to her old self 8D
this was wonderful. thank you~~~ ♥
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"There's a pause. Min's hands come to a standstill over the clasps of Fei's bra. "I don't suppose that you're also, um. Er."
"I'm twenty-five." Which, Min supposes, is kind of an answer.
just perfect. ♥ thank you so much for writing this wonderful ficlet!
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