Pokemon, Jessie/Cassidy -- #4
Title: Purple Petals
Fandom: Pokemon
Claim: Jessie/Cassidy
Prompt: #4-A keepsake
Pairing: Jessie x Cassidy, Jessie x James
Rating: R
Summary: James had never had the chance to ask about her tattoo until now. And Jessie wishes he would’ve asked about anything else.
Jessie had a small tattoo below her navel, right above the triangle patch of strawberry red curls. James had caught a glimpse of it once or twice, during quick, shared costume changes, but had never had the leisurely chance to view it, as he did now. She was stretched out on his bed, shamelessly naked as the day she was born, and her eyes were closed. Her lashes fluttered faintly as his fingers gently traced the outline of purple petals that decorated her skin.
“Sexy, isn’t it?” She asked quietly, floating somewhere in the haze that exists between sleep and consciousness.
“It’s nice.” He saw her crack an eye open in warning and hastily corrected himself. “Sexy.”
His fingers grew bold and she squirmed pleasantly, making a soft noise of approval.
“When did you get it?” He had to ask these questions now if he wanted to know anything. These were the times when she was her most honest. That was one of the reasons he still did this with her.
“It was before I met you. Back in training.”
James’ fingers made scissoring motions for a few moments; he observed the way her back arched before prodding further.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Why did you get it?”
Jessie didn’t answer, but her eyes closed again, and James allowed her the secret as he bent down to nestle his head between her thighs.
Behind closed lids, Jessie saw blonde instead of blue, Cassidy’s manicured nails digging into her hips to hold her still. She heard the echoes of her moans from years ago in the training dorm the two girls had shared, the moans that Cassidy’s mouth had wrenched from her throat without mercy. She saw the way the moonlight from the window lighted her roommate’s face even as she worked Jessie into a passionate frenzy. She saw the way her beautiful, lust-filled purple eyes glittered in the light, in the dark, as she watched what she could reduce the redhead to. That look in Cassidy’s eyes had always been enough to drive Jessie over the edge. She always saw everything she ever wanted in those eyes.
The feeling of James moving to lay by her side brought Jessie back to the present. She didn’t open her eyes, but she trailed her own fingers down her body until she reached the spot where she knew her tattoo to be.
“I got it so I wouldn’t forget.”
She didn’t expect James to understand, but he held her as if he did. And he didn’t ask about the purple petals again.
Fandom: Pokemon
Claim: Jessie/Cassidy
Prompt: #4-A keepsake
Pairing: Jessie x Cassidy, Jessie x James
Rating: R
Summary: James had never had the chance to ask about her tattoo until now. And Jessie wishes he would’ve asked about anything else.
Jessie had a small tattoo below her navel, right above the triangle patch of strawberry red curls. James had caught a glimpse of it once or twice, during quick, shared costume changes, but had never had the leisurely chance to view it, as he did now. She was stretched out on his bed, shamelessly naked as the day she was born, and her eyes were closed. Her lashes fluttered faintly as his fingers gently traced the outline of purple petals that decorated her skin.
“Sexy, isn’t it?” She asked quietly, floating somewhere in the haze that exists between sleep and consciousness.
“It’s nice.” He saw her crack an eye open in warning and hastily corrected himself. “Sexy.”
His fingers grew bold and she squirmed pleasantly, making a soft noise of approval.
“When did you get it?” He had to ask these questions now if he wanted to know anything. These were the times when she was her most honest. That was one of the reasons he still did this with her.
“It was before I met you. Back in training.”
James’ fingers made scissoring motions for a few moments; he observed the way her back arched before prodding further.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Why did you get it?”
Jessie didn’t answer, but her eyes closed again, and James allowed her the secret as he bent down to nestle his head between her thighs.
Behind closed lids, Jessie saw blonde instead of blue, Cassidy’s manicured nails digging into her hips to hold her still. She heard the echoes of her moans from years ago in the training dorm the two girls had shared, the moans that Cassidy’s mouth had wrenched from her throat without mercy. She saw the way the moonlight from the window lighted her roommate’s face even as she worked Jessie into a passionate frenzy. She saw the way her beautiful, lust-filled purple eyes glittered in the light, in the dark, as she watched what she could reduce the redhead to. That look in Cassidy’s eyes had always been enough to drive Jessie over the edge. She always saw everything she ever wanted in those eyes.
The feeling of James moving to lay by her side brought Jessie back to the present. She didn’t open her eyes, but she trailed her own fingers down her body until she reached the spot where she knew her tattoo to be.
“I got it so I wouldn’t forget.”
She didn’t expect James to understand, but he held her as if he did. And he didn’t ask about the purple petals again.