Self-sufficiency is important
Or in other words, when there is no one to write your fic requests for you, you must learn to write it yourself.
Religious anvils fall from inside the cut.
Title: Other Gods Before Me
Cast: Sue, Diana, Geno
Notes: Probably makes a lot more sense if you read this first. Short version: UConn are agents of the devil. They have black wings. Their wings are... kinda sensitive. *cough* Geno is evil. Diana is a believer. Sue is not. (Also, many thanks to sexonastick for nitpicking at this.)
Dogs are loyal. Teach a dog who its master is, and it never forgets. Geno knows this simple truth better than anyone. He's the best breeder in the business, and somehow he is still surprised when Diana only hesitates briefly before sinking to her knees. She's smaller than he remembers somehow, not just the frame that is slimmer, but a demeanor, a swagger, the space that was once filled by proud wings.
"I'm sorry. I let you down," she says, sounding young again-well, younger, he thinks ruefully.
"Did you take it?"
"No, Coach. I swear I didn't. I wouldn't do that. You know I wouldn't." She doesn't try to hide the earnestness anymore-not in front of him. She is still his young zealot.
Geno crosses his legs and leans back in his chair.
"Then I don't know why you think you did anything to let me down."
She raises her head now, fists clenched meekly on her thighs. "I should have been more careful. They're talking about it now. About you, about us, all of us."
Geno once told Diana that she was an ambassador with a higher purpose. She always took that to heart, even if what that meant was mostly that she was sorry after screwing up.
"There's been things you had to repent for before. Times you let us down. Do you remember?" She nods, casting her eyes to the ground again. "I never coddled you when you fell. But this?" Geno shakes his head. "This isn't your fault, Diana." He stands and moves closer, reaching to stroke her head gently. A familiar benediction. "And you'll prove them wrong, won't you? You'll redeem yourself."
She nods, black fluttering behind her as she turns her gaze upward.
"Yes, Coach."
* * *
Sue sighs and stretches her wings. They ache today, first thing in the morning. This isn't fatigue. No, this is sympathy.
She waits, though, until she's finished showering before calling Diana.
"Hey, Sue." Diana's voice is much quieter than usual, but she sounds less miserable than yesterday.
"Hey. Did you talk to Coach?"
"Yeah. I feel better now. A little."
"Good. That's good. What did you talk about?"
"Just, you know, stuff. That it's not my fault; I didn't screw up. And he let me help out a little in practice. It was good. The new kids are real hungry, working hard, getting used to their wings, you know. All that good stuff."
"You staying in Connecticut?"
"Just for tonight."
"Where?"
"With Coach."
Sue didn't bother putting on clothes, and her feathers are still a bit wet. She wraps one wing around herself, the easier to stroke lightly. They hurt less now. She stares at the clock on the wall and does the math in her head-it's almost midnight in Connecticut.
"So what were you doing before I called? Moping around and waiting?"
Diana laughs and murmurs, "Yeah, that's what I'm doing all the time when I'm not talking to you."
"It's nice to see you're honest about it. You alone?"
"Of course. Why?"
"You got your earphones?"
Diana squeaks, voice scaling upward in meek shock.
"Here?"
"Well?"
"Coach'll hear."
"Not if you're quiet enough."
Diana grumbles and pretends to protest, but the sounds of her rummaging through her stuff are obvious. Sue smirks and rubs the very tip of one damp wing between her thumb and forefinger. There is static, and then Diana's breath is louder over the line. Now the pain is almost gone.
"Okay, got 'em."
"Were you touching your wings before I called?"
Sue is expecting it, of course, but the flinch on the other end is almost audible. Last time, Diana tried to deny it. She doesn't bother tonight.
"...well, yeah. You know. Coach said-"
"That you should hurt yourself?"
"No, not that, but-"
"Thought you said he told you it's not your fault."
"He did, and-"
"You know I know when you do it."
Diana sighs, petulant and contrite at the same time.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."
Once upon a time, when Sue was still afraid of Geno-which is a lie, she still is-she didn't know enough to resent the hold he has on Diana. Now, even though there is a layer of age-old affection that she can't peel away completely, she can hate him a little for being the one who ingrained this into Diana.
"I thought I told you not to touch your wings without my permission."
"I'm sorry, Sue."
"But you're going to do it again, next time Coach makes you feel bad."
"...no, I'm not."
"Aren't you?"
Diana's breathing is rougher, and Sue hears rustling. She's upsetting Diana. Good.
"Please, Sue. I won't do it again."
"Are you on your knees?"
"Yes."
Sue closes her eyes and sees Diana on the carpet floor of Geno's spare bedroom. She tells Diana to take her clothes off, and she hears each one-the rustling of Diana's shirt, the hiss of the zipper on Diana's jeans. It's easy to let one hand rub low on her belly and imagine it's Diana nuzzling. It's even easier to tease Diana by telling her.
"Wish you were here. You're, you know, a good size. Mouth right where I want it when you're on your knees."
"Where are you?" Diana's voice is thin and needy.
"Bed. I just took a shower."
Diana groans, her wings noisy and restless as they beat and stretch, a different kind of ache in them now.
"Still naked?"
"And still wet."
Sue makes Diana stay still while she tells her exactly how wet, how soft and slippery in her hands. She whispers of what she will make Diana do next time they meet in person, how much she misses Diana's mouth and tongue on skin and feathers. How much she misses touching Diana's wings when Diana begs her to. Because Diana does beg, offers every inch of her wings as Sue's territory willingly. She wishes Sue could touch her right now, doesn't she?
Diana whimpers, but Sue knows she doesn't move.
Over the years, Sue has learned to play dirty, to take a few pages from Geno's book and use them for her own cause. She knows the exact timbre that makes Diana tremble when she asks, "Do you own your wings, Diana?"
The answer is a whisper, a tortured confession. "No, Sue. You do."
Not Geno. Not the big guy downstairs.
When Sue comes, it's an honest accident that time. That doesn't mean she stops herself from being loud about it.
"Fuck, please, Sue. Can I touch my wings?"
Sue can feel her own heartbeat in her wings and in her cunt. She knows Diana can too. She's out of breath and has to clear her throat before she can rasp out an answer.
"You didn't think to ask before."
"I'm sorry. I'll be better. Sue, please."
What Sue is not as good at, even still, is withholding long enough to make a point. Diana's voice hits a certain range of desperation and it clouds her judgment.
"Okay. Okay, but slowly."
But no matter how carefully Sue tells her, there are certain orders Diana never listens to.
Sex, like everything else in Diana's life, is a faith. When she comes, her steady chant is like a prayer, I promise and only for you and please, Sue, fuck rolled together in one creed, a fervent profession of love and devotion offered with unwavering conviction.
She is lying, of course. Not intentionally, but because she will be led astray, a victim to serial monotheism. She will disobey; she will hurt herself again. She can't help it any more than Peter could refrain from blasphemy. But she will hesitate, and a few times, at least, she will stop herself.
Sue considers that a small victory.
Icon is mostly for the keywords, but also for Sue's woobieness.
Religious anvils fall from inside the cut.
Title: Other Gods Before Me
Cast: Sue, Diana, Geno
Notes: Probably makes a lot more sense if you read this first. Short version: UConn are agents of the devil. They have black wings. Their wings are... kinda sensitive. *cough* Geno is evil. Diana is a believer. Sue is not. (Also, many thanks to sexonastick for nitpicking at this.)
Dogs are loyal. Teach a dog who its master is, and it never forgets. Geno knows this simple truth better than anyone. He's the best breeder in the business, and somehow he is still surprised when Diana only hesitates briefly before sinking to her knees. She's smaller than he remembers somehow, not just the frame that is slimmer, but a demeanor, a swagger, the space that was once filled by proud wings.
"I'm sorry. I let you down," she says, sounding young again-well, younger, he thinks ruefully.
"Did you take it?"
"No, Coach. I swear I didn't. I wouldn't do that. You know I wouldn't." She doesn't try to hide the earnestness anymore-not in front of him. She is still his young zealot.
Geno crosses his legs and leans back in his chair.
"Then I don't know why you think you did anything to let me down."
She raises her head now, fists clenched meekly on her thighs. "I should have been more careful. They're talking about it now. About you, about us, all of us."
Geno once told Diana that she was an ambassador with a higher purpose. She always took that to heart, even if what that meant was mostly that she was sorry after screwing up.
"There's been things you had to repent for before. Times you let us down. Do you remember?" She nods, casting her eyes to the ground again. "I never coddled you when you fell. But this?" Geno shakes his head. "This isn't your fault, Diana." He stands and moves closer, reaching to stroke her head gently. A familiar benediction. "And you'll prove them wrong, won't you? You'll redeem yourself."
She nods, black fluttering behind her as she turns her gaze upward.
"Yes, Coach."
* * *
Sue sighs and stretches her wings. They ache today, first thing in the morning. This isn't fatigue. No, this is sympathy.
She waits, though, until she's finished showering before calling Diana.
"Hey, Sue." Diana's voice is much quieter than usual, but she sounds less miserable than yesterday.
"Hey. Did you talk to Coach?"
"Yeah. I feel better now. A little."
"Good. That's good. What did you talk about?"
"Just, you know, stuff. That it's not my fault; I didn't screw up. And he let me help out a little in practice. It was good. The new kids are real hungry, working hard, getting used to their wings, you know. All that good stuff."
"You staying in Connecticut?"
"Just for tonight."
"Where?"
"With Coach."
Sue didn't bother putting on clothes, and her feathers are still a bit wet. She wraps one wing around herself, the easier to stroke lightly. They hurt less now. She stares at the clock on the wall and does the math in her head-it's almost midnight in Connecticut.
"So what were you doing before I called? Moping around and waiting?"
Diana laughs and murmurs, "Yeah, that's what I'm doing all the time when I'm not talking to you."
"It's nice to see you're honest about it. You alone?"
"Of course. Why?"
"You got your earphones?"
Diana squeaks, voice scaling upward in meek shock.
"Here?"
"Well?"
"Coach'll hear."
"Not if you're quiet enough."
Diana grumbles and pretends to protest, but the sounds of her rummaging through her stuff are obvious. Sue smirks and rubs the very tip of one damp wing between her thumb and forefinger. There is static, and then Diana's breath is louder over the line. Now the pain is almost gone.
"Okay, got 'em."
"Were you touching your wings before I called?"
Sue is expecting it, of course, but the flinch on the other end is almost audible. Last time, Diana tried to deny it. She doesn't bother tonight.
"...well, yeah. You know. Coach said-"
"That you should hurt yourself?"
"No, not that, but-"
"Thought you said he told you it's not your fault."
"He did, and-"
"You know I know when you do it."
Diana sighs, petulant and contrite at the same time.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."
Once upon a time, when Sue was still afraid of Geno-which is a lie, she still is-she didn't know enough to resent the hold he has on Diana. Now, even though there is a layer of age-old affection that she can't peel away completely, she can hate him a little for being the one who ingrained this into Diana.
"I thought I told you not to touch your wings without my permission."
"I'm sorry, Sue."
"But you're going to do it again, next time Coach makes you feel bad."
"...no, I'm not."
"Aren't you?"
Diana's breathing is rougher, and Sue hears rustling. She's upsetting Diana. Good.
"Please, Sue. I won't do it again."
"Are you on your knees?"
"Yes."
Sue closes her eyes and sees Diana on the carpet floor of Geno's spare bedroom. She tells Diana to take her clothes off, and she hears each one-the rustling of Diana's shirt, the hiss of the zipper on Diana's jeans. It's easy to let one hand rub low on her belly and imagine it's Diana nuzzling. It's even easier to tease Diana by telling her.
"Wish you were here. You're, you know, a good size. Mouth right where I want it when you're on your knees."
"Where are you?" Diana's voice is thin and needy.
"Bed. I just took a shower."
Diana groans, her wings noisy and restless as they beat and stretch, a different kind of ache in them now.
"Still naked?"
"And still wet."
Sue makes Diana stay still while she tells her exactly how wet, how soft and slippery in her hands. She whispers of what she will make Diana do next time they meet in person, how much she misses Diana's mouth and tongue on skin and feathers. How much she misses touching Diana's wings when Diana begs her to. Because Diana does beg, offers every inch of her wings as Sue's territory willingly. She wishes Sue could touch her right now, doesn't she?
Diana whimpers, but Sue knows she doesn't move.
Over the years, Sue has learned to play dirty, to take a few pages from Geno's book and use them for her own cause. She knows the exact timbre that makes Diana tremble when she asks, "Do you own your wings, Diana?"
The answer is a whisper, a tortured confession. "No, Sue. You do."
Not Geno. Not the big guy downstairs.
When Sue comes, it's an honest accident that time. That doesn't mean she stops herself from being loud about it.
"Fuck, please, Sue. Can I touch my wings?"
Sue can feel her own heartbeat in her wings and in her cunt. She knows Diana can too. She's out of breath and has to clear her throat before she can rasp out an answer.
"You didn't think to ask before."
"I'm sorry. I'll be better. Sue, please."
What Sue is not as good at, even still, is withholding long enough to make a point. Diana's voice hits a certain range of desperation and it clouds her judgment.
"Okay. Okay, but slowly."
But no matter how carefully Sue tells her, there are certain orders Diana never listens to.
Sex, like everything else in Diana's life, is a faith. When she comes, her steady chant is like a prayer, I promise and only for you and please, Sue, fuck rolled together in one creed, a fervent profession of love and devotion offered with unwavering conviction.
She is lying, of course. Not intentionally, but because she will be led astray, a victim to serial monotheism. She will disobey; she will hurt herself again. She can't help it any more than Peter could refrain from blasphemy. But she will hesitate, and a few times, at least, she will stop herself.
Sue considers that a small victory.
Icon is mostly for the keywords, but also for Sue's woobieness.