Punch and Judy #2
Title: Rink Rash
Characters: Maddie Sanders, Jude White (judewhite), Elliot Whitely (wordsandshadows), and the ghost of Jay Noriega (thinksinpink).
Rating:A little bit of PG-15 action
Note: Again for sksdwrld because she should have told me she shipped these two a year ago. Jerk. ;)
She tried not to be obvious in her searching the crowd as she came out of the locker room - dressed of course in the jeans that showed off her ass and a t-shirt that rode up just a touch at her waist. It was threadbare and she'd made a point to wear a black bra and of course the look was obscured by her hoodie but she left it unzipped. All this quasi-glamour and she was sure they hadn't come. Jude hadn't been sure in his text response that Elliot was going to be able to function at all let alone come to this thing. But, there they were. Jude was leaning against the wall, looking as tough as possible in a sea of women who could totally kick his ass. And he looked like he loved it. He also very much appreciated the outfit. She could tell. Elliot, sadly, looked broken. He was also clearly trying his damnedest to be a human being in the face of what had happened and her heart went out to him. Despite the rush at seeing Jude, she focused first on Elliot as she walked over into their space. "Hey, baby. I didn't think to see you," she said, taking his hands in hers.
"J ...Jude thought ... this was ... a good ... idea."
Looking at him, Maddie wasn't sure it was, actually. But she also had a feeling that all Elliot really wanted to do was sleep, so they'd put him to bed and at least he'd be among friends. Kind of. Because if he slept, she might drag Jude down to the bar so she could make out with him in a dark corner.
Knowing Elliot's issues with too much physical contact, and seeing how messed up he was, she didn't hug him. But she did wonder if getting him a drink might be good. Even if it could mess with whatever meds he was on. Because really, he needed a damned drink. So maybe that was the better move. Elliot could nurse a drink. She could get Jude on the dance floor. God she was a selfish friend.
She handed Jude her bag. "Here. Be good for something."
"My presence isn't enough?"
"You've learned nothing," she responded and then looped her arm through Elliot's. "Come on. I'm going to get a drink into you and then put you to bed."
"I don't know, Maddie."
"Hey. Let's toast your friend, okay? Because I know that most of us didn't like him, but you fucking did and that makes you better than us because you saw something in him that no one else did. So let's have a drink and send him off in style."
He nodded and she wondered if he was too tired to fight. But it didn't matter. They made the walk to the nearby motel - surrounded by other derby girls and friends and significant others - and Maddie went to check in. Elliot and Jude followed her to her room and while Elliot vanished into the bathroom, Jude dropped her bag on the floor and pushed her into the door.
"Shit ..." he moaned as his hands moved up under her shirt. "This isn't fair, Maddie ..."
"I'm horrible, but I didn't think he'd actually come ..." she tilted her neck, allowing Jude access.
"You know what I did yesterday ... before I left ..."
"Same thing I did?" She kissed him and their lips didn't part until the toilet flushed. Jude pulled back. Maddie walked into the room and did a quick roach check. It was New York after all. By the time Elliot emerged, things at least looked normal. Right?
"Okay," she said, turning to look at them, "bar."
"Will there be other boys who are getting their asses kicked?" Jude asked.
"Yes," she teased. "Come on. You can buy me a drink. I've got rink rash. I'll buy Elliot's."
"That was a nasty spill you took. You okay?"
"I've had so much worse." But they smiled at each other and for a second, she forgot Elliot was there.
She didn't know why she liked Jude. Honestly, he was too much like so many of the sons of the guys her dad worked with; her family's blazingly liberal sensibilities were a rarity among the law enforcement community. Even among the science-types. There was still that thin blue line to be walked, that reminder of the "dangers" that cops faced every day. Really, she'd seen the lab techs get into more scrapes than the cops, but that was a whole other rant. But under Jude's ignorant dude-bro mentality, she could tell there was a guy who just hadn't ever been challenged to think beyond his privilege. It wasn't that he was an intentional ass, but he just hadn't been told or taught about any kind of different world. What scared her was that Jude wasn't so much attracted to her but to the idea of dating the wild chick. Well. Okay. That could be managed.
She knew he was a good guy under all the bravado because she'd seen him with Elliot. She saw him now, moving over to him, focusing again on him. She'd seen Jude grow and adapt and had seen how he worried about Elliot. Jude still had a tendency to brush off the anxiety, still felt replaced in a lot of ways because of the family focus on Elliot Being Home Finally and Even LA Wouldn't Take Him but she knew there was something real about Jude. There was hope for him.
God.
She still hadn't figured out men. (And God help her with women, Jesus Christ.) All she knew was that the ones who were interested in her always vanished after a little while. She wasn't their types, she realized quickly. She was too smart about music, too smart about math, too smart about sports, and too strong in the rink. Not that it mattered. It really didn't. She was too young to worry about any of that anyway although she was starting to suspect she'd be single for life. After all, eventually Jude was going to get tired of her too, right? They all did. Especially guys that came from his world.
But for now, he seemed happy to be bullied just a bit by her.
The bar wasn't far. One of the dyke bars that catered to Derby Girls and all of the teams from tonight's exhibition gathered to buy each other shots and decompress after kicking each other's asses. The boys who tagged along were well loved by everyone, as long as the lesbian jokes were only uttered by the women. They were opening the safe space on condition of respect and the guys all seemed to understand. Even Jude. Elliot hugged the wall and she didn't push, but she did get him a drink and made sure he was sitting at a table before ordering two shots of Jack and passing one over to Jude. The booze helped ease the rink rash pain and the second shot spread warmth across her body. By the third, after they'd all toasted to Nori's fucked up memory, she'd dragged Jude out onto the floor, where they joined a group dance with two drag queens and one of the girls from the other team.
And as oblivious as Maddie often was to signals sent by the other sex, she wasn't oblivious to Jude's hand on her hip, to how he pulled her close while they danced.
"I'm going to kill Nori all over again," he murmured in her ear. "Because I want to get you out of your clothes and have sex with you all night."
"Smooth talk," she said, grinning. But speaking of Nori, they had to get back to Elliot and she realized that if he'd at all been paying attention, the secret was out.
What secret?
Everyone had apparently noticed it but them.
But Elliot was near comatose. Maddie slipped down next to him and rested against him. "Hey, sweetie."
"We should go ..." Jude said. They were both coming back to earth. "Funeral's pretty early in the morning."
Elliot was all but done but the word funeral made him start to quiver, so Maddie and Jude grabbed him and had to support him back to the motel. Maddie was very glad it wasn't far, that he wasn't a big guy, and that there was that second bed. They dropped him down, pulled his shoes off, and Maddie sighed and looked at him. "This might not have been the best idea."
"Well ..." Jude sat next to her. "Maybe. But he probably won't remember anyway and he really couldn't be alone and it might actually make the funeral better for him tomorrow."
"I know." She sighed and looked at Jude. He was looking at her. And Maddie was glad Elliot was already passed out because she didn't have a lot of time to think before Jude was kissing her again. She lost herself in it because god she wanted this. Well. Not this. Because she wasn't having sex for the first time with Jude while Elliot was passed out next to them. She'd done a version of that before and it was only awkward for all the next morning.
Jude's weight nudged her back into the mattress and she went with the motion, shrugging out of her hoodie as she did so. His hand was between her thighs, working her through the seam of her jeans, and it was almost enough to make her go back on her promise not to go beyond this with Elliot here. Especially when Jude sucked at her jugular and his other hand moved up, under her shirt, and tugged on the cup of her bra.
Oh god.
Maybe the shower?
He pulled on her t-shirt and she let it go because Elliot was asleep and Jude's reaction to the bra was perfect. He pulled on the cup, shaking fingers toying with her nipple, and that made it click. "Fuck, Jude ... we can't ..."
He groaned. "I know ..." He stretched out next to her and she adjusted her bra again.
"Hey," she whispered.
"What?"
"Kiss me."
And he did. And his hands tried to get her out of her bra and she almost let him but instead they necked and she knew she was going to have a hickey in the morning and at some point he pulled the lace of her bra aside and she almost gave in again because god ... it felt good. And she knew he was uncomfortable but it still felt good just to make out.
When his hands touched the button of her jeans though, she pulled back. "I can't ... not right now ..."
"He won't hear ..."
"Don't plead. It's not cool."
"Yeah." He groaned. "Sorry."
She sighed and stroked his hair ... "You, uh ... need the bathroom?"
He looked at her and blushed and laughed. "That would be fucking awkward."
"Nah ... it's okay. It's kind of a compliment, really."
"I think I'm okay," he let out a breath. "But thanks."
She retrieved her shirt and stretched out. "Let's .... just try to get some sleep."
"Yeah .... that'll happen."
She chuckled. Jude snaked an arm around her waist and as she drifted off she realized that she could have at least slipped into her pjs or something, but she knew if she did, there would be a good chance she'd break her own promise. So she'd just deal with the grungy feeling of having slept in jeans in the morning and hope to some kind of God that she could get Jude naked tomorrow night.
God she was a terrible friend.
Characters: Maddie Sanders, Jude White (judewhite), Elliot Whitely (wordsandshadows), and the ghost of Jay Noriega (thinksinpink).
Rating:A little bit of PG-15 action
Note: Again for sksdwrld because she should have told me she shipped these two a year ago. Jerk. ;)
She tried not to be obvious in her searching the crowd as she came out of the locker room - dressed of course in the jeans that showed off her ass and a t-shirt that rode up just a touch at her waist. It was threadbare and she'd made a point to wear a black bra and of course the look was obscured by her hoodie but she left it unzipped. All this quasi-glamour and she was sure they hadn't come. Jude hadn't been sure in his text response that Elliot was going to be able to function at all let alone come to this thing. But, there they were. Jude was leaning against the wall, looking as tough as possible in a sea of women who could totally kick his ass. And he looked like he loved it. He also very much appreciated the outfit. She could tell. Elliot, sadly, looked broken. He was also clearly trying his damnedest to be a human being in the face of what had happened and her heart went out to him. Despite the rush at seeing Jude, she focused first on Elliot as she walked over into their space. "Hey, baby. I didn't think to see you," she said, taking his hands in hers.
"J ...Jude thought ... this was ... a good ... idea."
Looking at him, Maddie wasn't sure it was, actually. But she also had a feeling that all Elliot really wanted to do was sleep, so they'd put him to bed and at least he'd be among friends. Kind of. Because if he slept, she might drag Jude down to the bar so she could make out with him in a dark corner.
Knowing Elliot's issues with too much physical contact, and seeing how messed up he was, she didn't hug him. But she did wonder if getting him a drink might be good. Even if it could mess with whatever meds he was on. Because really, he needed a damned drink. So maybe that was the better move. Elliot could nurse a drink. She could get Jude on the dance floor. God she was a selfish friend.
She handed Jude her bag. "Here. Be good for something."
"My presence isn't enough?"
"You've learned nothing," she responded and then looped her arm through Elliot's. "Come on. I'm going to get a drink into you and then put you to bed."
"I don't know, Maddie."
"Hey. Let's toast your friend, okay? Because I know that most of us didn't like him, but you fucking did and that makes you better than us because you saw something in him that no one else did. So let's have a drink and send him off in style."
He nodded and she wondered if he was too tired to fight. But it didn't matter. They made the walk to the nearby motel - surrounded by other derby girls and friends and significant others - and Maddie went to check in. Elliot and Jude followed her to her room and while Elliot vanished into the bathroom, Jude dropped her bag on the floor and pushed her into the door.
"Shit ..." he moaned as his hands moved up under her shirt. "This isn't fair, Maddie ..."
"I'm horrible, but I didn't think he'd actually come ..." she tilted her neck, allowing Jude access.
"You know what I did yesterday ... before I left ..."
"Same thing I did?" She kissed him and their lips didn't part until the toilet flushed. Jude pulled back. Maddie walked into the room and did a quick roach check. It was New York after all. By the time Elliot emerged, things at least looked normal. Right?
"Okay," she said, turning to look at them, "bar."
"Will there be other boys who are getting their asses kicked?" Jude asked.
"Yes," she teased. "Come on. You can buy me a drink. I've got rink rash. I'll buy Elliot's."
"That was a nasty spill you took. You okay?"
"I've had so much worse." But they smiled at each other and for a second, she forgot Elliot was there.
She didn't know why she liked Jude. Honestly, he was too much like so many of the sons of the guys her dad worked with; her family's blazingly liberal sensibilities were a rarity among the law enforcement community. Even among the science-types. There was still that thin blue line to be walked, that reminder of the "dangers" that cops faced every day. Really, she'd seen the lab techs get into more scrapes than the cops, but that was a whole other rant. But under Jude's ignorant dude-bro mentality, she could tell there was a guy who just hadn't ever been challenged to think beyond his privilege. It wasn't that he was an intentional ass, but he just hadn't been told or taught about any kind of different world. What scared her was that Jude wasn't so much attracted to her but to the idea of dating the wild chick. Well. Okay. That could be managed.
She knew he was a good guy under all the bravado because she'd seen him with Elliot. She saw him now, moving over to him, focusing again on him. She'd seen Jude grow and adapt and had seen how he worried about Elliot. Jude still had a tendency to brush off the anxiety, still felt replaced in a lot of ways because of the family focus on Elliot Being Home Finally and Even LA Wouldn't Take Him but she knew there was something real about Jude. There was hope for him.
God.
She still hadn't figured out men. (And God help her with women, Jesus Christ.) All she knew was that the ones who were interested in her always vanished after a little while. She wasn't their types, she realized quickly. She was too smart about music, too smart about math, too smart about sports, and too strong in the rink. Not that it mattered. It really didn't. She was too young to worry about any of that anyway although she was starting to suspect she'd be single for life. After all, eventually Jude was going to get tired of her too, right? They all did. Especially guys that came from his world.
But for now, he seemed happy to be bullied just a bit by her.
The bar wasn't far. One of the dyke bars that catered to Derby Girls and all of the teams from tonight's exhibition gathered to buy each other shots and decompress after kicking each other's asses. The boys who tagged along were well loved by everyone, as long as the lesbian jokes were only uttered by the women. They were opening the safe space on condition of respect and the guys all seemed to understand. Even Jude. Elliot hugged the wall and she didn't push, but she did get him a drink and made sure he was sitting at a table before ordering two shots of Jack and passing one over to Jude. The booze helped ease the rink rash pain and the second shot spread warmth across her body. By the third, after they'd all toasted to Nori's fucked up memory, she'd dragged Jude out onto the floor, where they joined a group dance with two drag queens and one of the girls from the other team.
And as oblivious as Maddie often was to signals sent by the other sex, she wasn't oblivious to Jude's hand on her hip, to how he pulled her close while they danced.
"I'm going to kill Nori all over again," he murmured in her ear. "Because I want to get you out of your clothes and have sex with you all night."
"Smooth talk," she said, grinning. But speaking of Nori, they had to get back to Elliot and she realized that if he'd at all been paying attention, the secret was out.
What secret?
Everyone had apparently noticed it but them.
But Elliot was near comatose. Maddie slipped down next to him and rested against him. "Hey, sweetie."
"We should go ..." Jude said. They were both coming back to earth. "Funeral's pretty early in the morning."
Elliot was all but done but the word funeral made him start to quiver, so Maddie and Jude grabbed him and had to support him back to the motel. Maddie was very glad it wasn't far, that he wasn't a big guy, and that there was that second bed. They dropped him down, pulled his shoes off, and Maddie sighed and looked at him. "This might not have been the best idea."
"Well ..." Jude sat next to her. "Maybe. But he probably won't remember anyway and he really couldn't be alone and it might actually make the funeral better for him tomorrow."
"I know." She sighed and looked at Jude. He was looking at her. And Maddie was glad Elliot was already passed out because she didn't have a lot of time to think before Jude was kissing her again. She lost herself in it because god she wanted this. Well. Not this. Because she wasn't having sex for the first time with Jude while Elliot was passed out next to them. She'd done a version of that before and it was only awkward for all the next morning.
Jude's weight nudged her back into the mattress and she went with the motion, shrugging out of her hoodie as she did so. His hand was between her thighs, working her through the seam of her jeans, and it was almost enough to make her go back on her promise not to go beyond this with Elliot here. Especially when Jude sucked at her jugular and his other hand moved up, under her shirt, and tugged on the cup of her bra.
Oh god.
Maybe the shower?
He pulled on her t-shirt and she let it go because Elliot was asleep and Jude's reaction to the bra was perfect. He pulled on the cup, shaking fingers toying with her nipple, and that made it click. "Fuck, Jude ... we can't ..."
He groaned. "I know ..." He stretched out next to her and she adjusted her bra again.
"Hey," she whispered.
"What?"
"Kiss me."
And he did. And his hands tried to get her out of her bra and she almost let him but instead they necked and she knew she was going to have a hickey in the morning and at some point he pulled the lace of her bra aside and she almost gave in again because god ... it felt good. And she knew he was uncomfortable but it still felt good just to make out.
When his hands touched the button of her jeans though, she pulled back. "I can't ... not right now ..."
"He won't hear ..."
"Don't plead. It's not cool."
"Yeah." He groaned. "Sorry."
She sighed and stroked his hair ... "You, uh ... need the bathroom?"
He looked at her and blushed and laughed. "That would be fucking awkward."
"Nah ... it's okay. It's kind of a compliment, really."
"I think I'm okay," he let out a breath. "But thanks."
She retrieved her shirt and stretched out. "Let's .... just try to get some sleep."
"Yeah .... that'll happen."
She chuckled. Jude snaked an arm around her waist and as she drifted off she realized that she could have at least slipped into her pjs or something, but she knew if she did, there would be a good chance she'd break her own promise. So she'd just deal with the grungy feeling of having slept in jeans in the morning and hope to some kind of God that she could get Jude naked tomorrow night.
God she was a terrible friend.