"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!
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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