Pokemon, Jessie/Cassidy -- #3
Cassidy has much better reflexes than James, Jessie realizes a little too late as her blonde rival dodges the path of her fist and a sharp pain explodes on the side of her mouth. Recoiling, Jessie manages to center herself and swing another punch. She misses and soon Cassidy’s hand is in her hair, fingers gripping tight and tugging hard, hard, and harder the louder she shrieks. She kicks blindly and knows she’s struck flesh when Cassidy grunts-“You bitch!”-in pain and tugs even harder at her hair.
“All right, all right,” James says, his voice suddenly in her ear and his arms around her as he pulls her away.
“Yeah, that’s enough,” Butch agrees, dragging Cassidy in the other direction, her teeth still bared predatorily, and they flip each other off and mouth obscenities until they can no longer see one another.
And late that night, Cassidy knocks on the door and kisses the corner of Jessie’s mouth, on the spot where the blood has dried. And then her hand is in Jessie’s hair, fingers gentle and stroking. Jessie gropes blindly and knows she’s found that perfect spot when Cassidy gasps-“You tease”-breathlessly and kisses her harder.
And it’s never enough.