Punch and Judy #1
Title: Slippery Slope
Characters: Maddie Sanders, Jude White (judewhite)
Rating: A little bit of PG-15 action
Note: For sksdwrld because she should have told me she shipped these two a year ago. Jerk. ;)
She'd pulled up in front of Jude's place at an ungodly hour, but it was better to hit it early rather than later. So she was there, with coffee, waiting for him to trundle out.
Really, she wasn't sure why she was here. Her mother's teasing the other night that something had "Changed" with her and Jude was annoying. And Charlie's snarky taunting made her bitter. She didn't want to be that girl. Especially over a fucking 19 year old. He was a cool 19 year old, but one of these days his fake ID was gonna get swiped. And she hadn't realized it until they'd started hanging out as much as they had recently, but there was a fucking huge difference between 19 and 22. And it wasn't about bar access. It was about ... everything, really. Jude was cool, but ...
So she didn't like that it was clear to everyone that she'd developed some kind of crush and she wasn't sure if she actually had but it would never work anyway. Because. 19.
So she shook her head, and reminded herself that everyone saw what they wanted to see, and when he piled into the passenger seat, she handed him his coffee. He flashed a grin at her and her entire sense of anxiety went right out the window because he was just a friend.
A friend who kept trying to kick her ass on the slopes and didn't he know any better? Jesus. She always won. Except that time when she wiped out and well, he did stop to make sure she was okay.
In the lodge, free of the layers of ski clothes, he ordered them both coffees and she tucked herself into a booth, pretending not to watch the way he moved across the room. Pretending that what had been happening between them over the past couple of months wasn't anything other than two bored people enjoying each other's company. But there was something disgustingly romantic about sitting here, tucked into a booth in a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater, with coffee mugs and a fire roaring nearby - they were a fucking J Crew Catalog moment - and suddenly she realized that he was nervous.
"What is it, Jude?"
He looked at her. She blushed and looked down. He took her hand and there was in fact something insanely romantic about him leaning in and kissing her and as her entire body jolted into awareness, she kissed him right back.
It lasted forever but not long enough and she was glad they were tucked away from the bustle of the lodge because he did it again and she let herself completely fall into the moment. Because this was it. This was what had been building. And it was stupid. Really stupid. To ignore it.
"I guess that was okay?" He asked when he pulled back. She chuckled and nodded and reached for her coffee to calm her nerves.
"Yeah," she said. "It really was."
"Good .... because I've kinda been wanting to do that for a really long time."
She blushed. "I'm glad you did."
"Uh ... what time do you have to be at work?"
"Seven. I'm working til two."
"Let's ..." he let out a breath. "Can we ... get out of here ....?"
She nodded and he took her hand as they gathered their stuff and made it back to her car. She dropped things in the back seat and turned and there he was again, his hands on her hips, and he lowered his lips to hers and she realized for the first time that he was taller than she was and she could put her arms around his neck and he pressed into her as they kissed again.
Fucking J. Crew catalog. She was a model for sweaters and romance.
But for as much as she hated that kind of bullshit, she was finding she didn't mind this time around.
His hands were starting to wander but this was too public a spot for that. So she sighed and pushed him back. "We need to get back .."
"Yeah ... I ... oh shit. Yeah. We gotta get back."
"What?" She was suddenly worried.
"Gotta go grab Elliot. The fucking funeral is Sunday and the wake is tomorrow and he's on his way and I don't think I can be late getting him because he'll end up wandering into traffic himself or something because for some stupid reason, he liked that ass."
She sighed. "I'll take you home ..."
"Yeah ..." he stroked her hair back a bit. "I really want to see where that kiss can go though, Maddie. I mean, I didn't think you liked me. Not ... like that."
"I don't think I wanted to realize I did ..." she sighed. "Come on, let's not make this some weird, awkward thing okay?"
"Yeah." He squeezed her hand and went to the passenger side. She slid behind the wheel and started the car and quickly plugged her iPod into the adapter. They'd listened to Rise Against on the drive up so she left it there. Jude put his hand on her knee and she shivered, wanting to know exactly how experienced his 19 year old self was. After all, as her mother liked to point out, she was a player.
Would that matter? She was absolutely sure her number was higher than his. By a substantial amount. Had he paid attention to the fact that she'd had experiences with women? Would that bother him? Would he be a typical guy about them? God. She knew better than to do this. She really did. But that kiss had felt so damned good. And his hand moved from her knee to her thigh and it was cute that he thought he was being stealthy. But she kind of wanted to find the nearest parking lot and rip his clothes off.
Ten minutes from his place, he reached over and turned off the radio. "Maddie, really? Was that kiss okay?"
"Yeah ..." she sighed and slowed to a stop at a light. "Just ..." she looked at him and shook her head at herself. "I"m a terrible friend but I'm kinda pissed that Elliot's gunking up the works here. Because ... I've got that motel room in New York Saturday night after the derby thing."
She watched him swallow. "You already went there, did you?" He asked.
"Didn't you?" She countered.
"Yeah, but I'm a guy."
She giggled and looked back at the road. "Touche."
"I'll bring him up though. And we can baby him after the wake and maybe when he's passed out ..."
"I'm not having sex with you with Elliot in the room." She giggled. And the ice was completely broken.
"But, you're gonna have sex with me, right?"
"I might expect dinner first." She smirked and looked over at him. He slid his hand up to the juncture of her thighs. "Hey ... driving ..."
"I'm not doing anything," he teased.
She rolled her eyes and pulled up in front of his place and then leaned over to kiss him again. This time his fingers pressed against the seam of her jeans and she moaned lightly.
"You have to go get Elliot," she whispered, pulling back.
"Yeah ..." he groaned and she knew the state he was in. She shared it, actually. Her vibrator's batteries better be charged. "Maddie, I had a really good time today. Really. Not just the kiss. But the whole thing."
She smiled and touched his face. "I did too."
"See you in New York?"
"Yeah, I'll text you where to meet up. And if Elliot isn't up to it ... don't worry. He comes first. I'll ... I'll see you, okay?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and kissed her again before getting out and getting his gear out of the back. She waited until he was inside before driving off.
Inside her bedroom, she shut the door only in case her mother came home early. She needed just the release, but as she unzipped her jeans and slid her fingers down between the fabric of her underwear and her pubic mound, she her mind flashed to Jude, pulling her jeans off, slipping his own fingers between her legs, working her slowly and slightly awkwardly but hitting that spot, god that spot, that always sent her shivering long before she actually climaxed and she squeezed her breast through her sweater and bra as she worked herself, adding more and more pressure until she came, gasping and she'd never admit to anyone that she'd whispered his name as she did.
"Fuck ..." she moaned, collapsing onto her bed. She'd been leaning against the door and she wiped her hand on her sheet and let herself lie there, gasping, arguing with herself.
Getting involved with Jude White was a really fucking dumb idea.
But, she had to concede, she'd already done it.
Characters: Maddie Sanders, Jude White (judewhite)
Rating: A little bit of PG-15 action
Note: For sksdwrld because she should have told me she shipped these two a year ago. Jerk. ;)
She'd pulled up in front of Jude's place at an ungodly hour, but it was better to hit it early rather than later. So she was there, with coffee, waiting for him to trundle out.
Really, she wasn't sure why she was here. Her mother's teasing the other night that something had "Changed" with her and Jude was annoying. And Charlie's snarky taunting made her bitter. She didn't want to be that girl. Especially over a fucking 19 year old. He was a cool 19 year old, but one of these days his fake ID was gonna get swiped. And she hadn't realized it until they'd started hanging out as much as they had recently, but there was a fucking huge difference between 19 and 22. And it wasn't about bar access. It was about ... everything, really. Jude was cool, but ...
So she didn't like that it was clear to everyone that she'd developed some kind of crush and she wasn't sure if she actually had but it would never work anyway. Because. 19.
So she shook her head, and reminded herself that everyone saw what they wanted to see, and when he piled into the passenger seat, she handed him his coffee. He flashed a grin at her and her entire sense of anxiety went right out the window because he was just a friend.
A friend who kept trying to kick her ass on the slopes and didn't he know any better? Jesus. She always won. Except that time when she wiped out and well, he did stop to make sure she was okay.
In the lodge, free of the layers of ski clothes, he ordered them both coffees and she tucked herself into a booth, pretending not to watch the way he moved across the room. Pretending that what had been happening between them over the past couple of months wasn't anything other than two bored people enjoying each other's company. But there was something disgustingly romantic about sitting here, tucked into a booth in a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater, with coffee mugs and a fire roaring nearby - they were a fucking J Crew Catalog moment - and suddenly she realized that he was nervous.
"What is it, Jude?"
He looked at her. She blushed and looked down. He took her hand and there was in fact something insanely romantic about him leaning in and kissing her and as her entire body jolted into awareness, she kissed him right back.
It lasted forever but not long enough and she was glad they were tucked away from the bustle of the lodge because he did it again and she let herself completely fall into the moment. Because this was it. This was what had been building. And it was stupid. Really stupid. To ignore it.
"I guess that was okay?" He asked when he pulled back. She chuckled and nodded and reached for her coffee to calm her nerves.
"Yeah," she said. "It really was."
"Good .... because I've kinda been wanting to do that for a really long time."
She blushed. "I'm glad you did."
"Uh ... what time do you have to be at work?"
"Seven. I'm working til two."
"Let's ..." he let out a breath. "Can we ... get out of here ....?"
She nodded and he took her hand as they gathered their stuff and made it back to her car. She dropped things in the back seat and turned and there he was again, his hands on her hips, and he lowered his lips to hers and she realized for the first time that he was taller than she was and she could put her arms around his neck and he pressed into her as they kissed again.
Fucking J. Crew catalog. She was a model for sweaters and romance.
But for as much as she hated that kind of bullshit, she was finding she didn't mind this time around.
His hands were starting to wander but this was too public a spot for that. So she sighed and pushed him back. "We need to get back .."
"Yeah ... I ... oh shit. Yeah. We gotta get back."
"What?" She was suddenly worried.
"Gotta go grab Elliot. The fucking funeral is Sunday and the wake is tomorrow and he's on his way and I don't think I can be late getting him because he'll end up wandering into traffic himself or something because for some stupid reason, he liked that ass."
She sighed. "I'll take you home ..."
"Yeah ..." he stroked her hair back a bit. "I really want to see where that kiss can go though, Maddie. I mean, I didn't think you liked me. Not ... like that."
"I don't think I wanted to realize I did ..." she sighed. "Come on, let's not make this some weird, awkward thing okay?"
"Yeah." He squeezed her hand and went to the passenger side. She slid behind the wheel and started the car and quickly plugged her iPod into the adapter. They'd listened to Rise Against on the drive up so she left it there. Jude put his hand on her knee and she shivered, wanting to know exactly how experienced his 19 year old self was. After all, as her mother liked to point out, she was a player.
Would that matter? She was absolutely sure her number was higher than his. By a substantial amount. Had he paid attention to the fact that she'd had experiences with women? Would that bother him? Would he be a typical guy about them? God. She knew better than to do this. She really did. But that kiss had felt so damned good. And his hand moved from her knee to her thigh and it was cute that he thought he was being stealthy. But she kind of wanted to find the nearest parking lot and rip his clothes off.
Ten minutes from his place, he reached over and turned off the radio. "Maddie, really? Was that kiss okay?"
"Yeah ..." she sighed and slowed to a stop at a light. "Just ..." she looked at him and shook her head at herself. "I"m a terrible friend but I'm kinda pissed that Elliot's gunking up the works here. Because ... I've got that motel room in New York Saturday night after the derby thing."
She watched him swallow. "You already went there, did you?" He asked.
"Didn't you?" She countered.
"Yeah, but I'm a guy."
She giggled and looked back at the road. "Touche."
"I'll bring him up though. And we can baby him after the wake and maybe when he's passed out ..."
"I'm not having sex with you with Elliot in the room." She giggled. And the ice was completely broken.
"But, you're gonna have sex with me, right?"
"I might expect dinner first." She smirked and looked over at him. He slid his hand up to the juncture of her thighs. "Hey ... driving ..."
"I'm not doing anything," he teased.
She rolled her eyes and pulled up in front of his place and then leaned over to kiss him again. This time his fingers pressed against the seam of her jeans and she moaned lightly.
"You have to go get Elliot," she whispered, pulling back.
"Yeah ..." he groaned and she knew the state he was in. She shared it, actually. Her vibrator's batteries better be charged. "Maddie, I had a really good time today. Really. Not just the kiss. But the whole thing."
She smiled and touched his face. "I did too."
"See you in New York?"
"Yeah, I'll text you where to meet up. And if Elliot isn't up to it ... don't worry. He comes first. I'll ... I'll see you, okay?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and kissed her again before getting out and getting his gear out of the back. She waited until he was inside before driving off.
Inside her bedroom, she shut the door only in case her mother came home early. She needed just the release, but as she unzipped her jeans and slid her fingers down between the fabric of her underwear and her pubic mound, she her mind flashed to Jude, pulling her jeans off, slipping his own fingers between her legs, working her slowly and slightly awkwardly but hitting that spot, god that spot, that always sent her shivering long before she actually climaxed and she squeezed her breast through her sweater and bra as she worked herself, adding more and more pressure until she came, gasping and she'd never admit to anyone that she'd whispered his name as she did.
"Fuck ..." she moaned, collapsing onto her bed. She'd been leaning against the door and she wiped her hand on her sheet and let herself lie there, gasping, arguing with herself.
Getting involved with Jude White was a really fucking dumb idea.
But, she had to concede, she'd already done it.