Four propositions
[Title] Ships in the Night
[Fandom] Doctor Who (old series)/Torchwood
[Rating] PG-13
[Pairing] Owen Harper/Ace (well, implied a bit)
[Notes/Summary] While fighting off another murderous alien lifeform, Owen Harper meets an unusual companion. (No disrespect to the Travelodge hotel chain is implied ^^)
Owen had never been a fan of Travelodges. If you were staying in one, you were either travelling for business (which in his case would mean 'heading towards the things that want to kill you rather than running away from them'), en route to somewhere you actually wanted to be, or shagging someone whom you couldn't take back to your flat. None of these circumstances were that fun.
And when the bloody place was in semi-darkness and it was just you and a flesh-eating alien, that made the whole thing even less fun.
"Hey, have you gone to sleep back there?" the girl hissed from further down the corridor.
"I was just thinking how much I hate Travelodges." Even whispering he sounded too loud. The air smelt red and wet; the carpet was hard and itchy under his knees.
"I hate them too. So, that's why we're going to blow this one up."
"Yeah, about that. How sure are you that you're not going to blow it up with us still inside it? And I'm not even going to ask why you've got shit like that in your backpack in the first place."
"Look, have you got a better idea?" The girl rocked back on her heels, giving him an impatient look, caught in the white light from a streetlight outside. "That thing can't leave this building, you said -"
"Yeah, but -"
"And everyone else is dead, you said you'd scanned for life."
A growl from up ahead; a wet, snorting sound. The floor shook a little. Owen thought of what it had been like when he'd opened the door to the honeymoon suite, wished he hadn't, and remembered how big the shadow looming over the reception desk had been.
Explosives certainly couldn't make things much worse. And he really did fucking hate Travelodges.
"Okay, okay," he said. "We going to do this or what?"
"Just got to lay the last charge..." The girl was wriggling forward on her stomach, hardly visible in the dark. The growling was growing louder. Owen wondered why he didn't just get up and start running now. He was in the middle of rationalising his reasons as one part his partner was fit, one part running around in the dark in a corridor full of nitro was stupid, and one part he was the trained professional in this situation when he saw the girl leap to her feet and yell, "Go!"
The beast snarled, and Owen started to run. Past door after door, most spotted with blood; the corridor shaking; the girl reaching the door to the stairs before him, slamming it open. Moonlight streaming in through the grimy windows as they ran down the steps. He looked back and saw the claws on the banister above them. "Shit!" As he spoke, he felt it leap a flight, land heavily. Now it was only a few stairs away. And then through another door, past an overturned vending machine, almost slipping on the bloodsoaked carpet, and then out into cold night air and just as he let the door go, there was a dull roar and the sound picked him up and flung him away.
When he came to, he was lying on his side, the Travelodge was a flickering pile of rubble, and the girl was sitting on her heels, watching him. She was grinning a bit. He groaned, experimented with sitting up, found that it wasn't too bad, and said, "If that thing rises out of the wreckage now and rips our heads off, I'm blaming you."
"Trust me, it won't."
Owen frowned at her.
"Why are you so calm about this?" he said. "That thing was an alien or something. Doesn't that bother you?"
"I could ask you the same question. Mostly there's a lot more panicking."
"Yeah."
They stared at each other for a moment before the girl stood up, huddling her bomber jacket around her and shaking off the plaster that was speckling it. Owen hastily struggled to his feet. He was probably going to have to RetCon her, wasn't he? Which meant he had to stick with her, at least for now.
"Hey," he said. "Wanna try and find a place to stay that isn't haunted by killer beings from outer space?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, yeah? Who says I don't have my accommodation sorted out already?"
"Come on. We've lived through a traumatic experience. There'll be inappropriate bonding to get over the shock." She snorted, but she was smiling, a bit, so he carried on, "I'm a doctor. I know these things."
"Compared to some Doctors I've seen, you're not that special."
"Want to bet on it?" he said.
She grinned properly. "Oh... why not. Just as long as it's not another Travelodge."
[Title] No Strings Attached
[Fandom] Malory Towers/Battle Royale
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Alicia Johns/Shinji Mimura
[Notes/Summary] Alicia sees nothing wrong with having a friend outside of school... even if he's not very forthcoming about his life.
Alicia wanted to pretend that she'd just gone walking in the woods because she felt like some solitude and fresh air, but when she found herself glancing at her watch and then checking the time scribbled on the scrap of paper she'd stuffed into her pocket, she knew that she was no longer even fooling herself.
"Man, the ladies just flock to me," came a voice from above her.
She glanced round the sun-speckled woods. "Really? It seems like I'm the only person here."
There was a thud as Mimura slid out of the tree, his scruffy white shoes throwing up small clouds of dust. "You didn't bring your three hottest classmates? Damn it, Johns, you've let me down big-time."
Alicia leant against the tree, crossing her arms. "For goodness sake, Mimura. I had enough difficulty deciding whether to bother turning up myself, let alone trying to convince other people." She glanced at him from under her eyes. Sometimes this stayed as jokes; sometimes she could tell that he was hoping to rattle her. That was all right: she did the same to him. Sometimes she liked it that he didn't care what anyone else thought and she thought he was good-looking. Other times, she found him an arrogant show-off who didn't deserve her interest. She suspected he felt the same about her.
"Oh yeah?" he said, sauntering over to come and lean next to her. "So what made you decide to show up?"
"Well..." She leaned over, kissed him on the mouth. "I could hardly do that to Betty, now could I."
"I don't see why not."
"You haven't been here for a while," she said, wanting to change the subject suddenly. "Did you have too much homework?"
He shrugged. "It's harder getting a moment to yourself than it used to be."
Silence for a second; Alicia felt it open up around them. Instead of kissing him again, or making some other pert remark, she could ask him to elaborate, he could tell her where he comes from and why each of them thinks the other is a dunce at history and why he never asks her to come and find him.
"Well, you'll just have to make more time," she said. "You may be the most arrogant person I've ever met, but at least you have some brains. If you don't turn up, I'll have to come and look for you."
"Hey, don't go all bunny-boiler on me. We're make-out buddies, remember? I didn't think you'd get all clingy, Johns."
She didn't understand half the sentences, but she got the gist. If I disappear, accept it. Fine. She'd never seen the point of getting all soppy over boys anyway.
"Of course," she said. "In the meantime, I think you have a proposition to make good on -" and she leant over and kissed him again.
[Title] Logic
[Fandom] Doctor Who (new series)/Torchwood
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Harriet Jones/Toshiko Sato
[Notes/Summary] Toshiko is normally more logical than this.
Toshiko has no idea why she found herself, after the Torchwood-government summit on national security and protecting Earth from the threat of future alien invasion, asking the MP for Flydale North if she wanted to go and have a drink. Perhaps it was the way that Harriet Jones had spoken up at one point to say, "Well, with all due respect, I'm the one who's been involved with an alien threat, and I think that point is ridiculous -" which was so much what Toshiko had wanted to say that she had had to bite her lip to stifle a smile. Perhaps it was that Toshiko had said nothing during the entire meeting and hated herself for sitting and staring at the lid of her pen and being too scared to speak up because she knew she would sound too earnest, and too geeky, and too much like she preferred computers and alien technology to people. Or perhaps it was just that she saw Harriet walking to the nearest Tube station on her own, and wondered if this was someone else who was going to go back to an empty London room and eat alone.
All right, when you thought about it, you could pinpoint some logic behind the decision. But what followed afterwards seemed so devoid of logic that it was almost scientific in its foolishness, like an example of the Incompleteness Theorem in her life. There always has to be something you can never understand.
Although the red wine probably had something to do with it. Certainly she'd never have made a proposition like that sober.
There was nothing so concrete as a relationship going on, of course. She and Harriet had to maintain professional distance, and so communicating during work hours would have been completely inappropriate (which, given their particular working hours, meant that they couldn't talk for days on end). But on the rare occasions when both of them had an evening free, one of them would come over to the other's home, and they would cook together, and talk about things that weren't directly to do with work and so couldn't be seen as compromising. And then the visitor would stay over. Toshiko had never exactly thought of herself as someone who was interested in women that way. Nor had she ever thought of herself as someone who'd enter into such a mutually risky situation as this. She was logical, after all. But when Harriet touched her like that, logic didn't seem so important.
But she liked Harriet. She liked the way that Harriet always answered her phone with Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North (and later, Prime Minister) even if it turned out to be a family member or a friend. She liked the way that Harriet didn't seem to romanticise alien life, seemed to see it as more or less human, prone to the same human flaws - and yet could be fascinated by tiny details of another culture, of human-like behaviour, just as Toshiko herself was. She liked that Harriet was blunt, but never spiteful, never took an opportunity to mock Toshiko about all the maths and computing books on her shelves or snidely ask her why she had no friends. And after the Sycorax invasion was foiled, she liked how Harriet didn't cry or shrink in on herself but yet was quieter, fiercer. Knew what she'd done, and yet known it had to be.
Toshiko suspected that both of them knew that this wasn't going to be a permanent thing. They weren't supposed to be doing it anyway. Their jobs kept them busy and that wasn't going to change any time soon. And (although Toshiko never said this out loud and tried not to think it) when one of them was the Prime Minister of a planet that half the galaxy seemed to be interested in taking over, pillaging, stealing or otherwise severely damaging, and the other worked for Torchwood, the likelihood that they'd both survive to a retirement and a cosy flat together was extremely low. Harriet had presumably had the same thought process, because neither of them ever talked about how things could be. Toshiko was happy with that. It made logical sense, after all. But when she was bleeding to death on a staircase and wishing a lot of things were different, one of her wishes was that just once she'd abandoned logic, and shot for the moon instead.
[Title] Acceptable Risks
[Fandom] Jet Set Radio
[Rating] R for sex
[Pairing] Gum/Mew
[Notes/Summary] Mew has an unusual request.
There were a lot of things that Gum hadn't known about Mew, but this was definitely one of the odder ones.
"Are you sure this is okay?" she said, like she did every time. "If you're not sure..." Her voice tailed off, and she scowled. She never normally sounded so awkward. But then she didn't normally hide out at the top of an abandoned building in Benten-cho because her way-too-cute gangmate had a thing for sex outdoors.
Mew rolled her eyes, but then she leant up, kissed Gum's neck. "It's fine, silly. I wouldn't ask you to do it if it wasn't."
"What if the Keisatsu show up?"
"That's part of the fun," Mew said, winking. Then, evidently seeing that Gum was still feeling like her stomach was on a rollercoaster, she said, more softly, "If anyone comes up those steps, we'll hear 'em. Just don't make the knots too tight, and we can get away down the air vent like we always do. Besides, you know they won't spot us up here anyway. Look... if you don't wanna... I mean, if this is weirding you out too much..."
"I don't get weirded out," Gum said, but she pressed her face against Mew's neck, let her arms rest on the other girl's shoulders. "I just don't wanna get you arrested. I mean, can you imagine explaining it to Beat?"
Mew giggled. "He might quite like that kind of explanation."
"True. Okay... uh... you ready?"
"And waiting," Mew said, kissing along the side of her jaw.
Swallowing, Gum scrabbled in her pocket for the scarf she'd brought along. Mew was already leaning back against the railings, hands gripping the rail, wrists together. In the yellow-green glow of the lights they looked little, vulnerable, half-hidden in the fur at the cuffs of her dress. Gum couldn't decide whether it was a massive turn-on or whether it was making her feel like the most evil bitch ever, so she closed her eyes for a second as she looped the scarf round Mew's wrists and tied them to the railings. Mew breathed out, slowly, and shivered; Gum could feel the shiver run right through her. Okay, this was kind of a turn-on.
"That's... that's okay, right?" she said.
"Mm-hm. Fine." Mew tilted her head up, kissed at Gum's mouth. The kiss was surprisingly intense, her tongue already brushing Gum's, all of her striving to press herself as close against her girlfriend as possible. Gum felt her own body aching to be touched, to have someone run their hands down it. Mew must be feeling like this too, though, right? She reached round, caressed Mew's waist, slid her arms round the other girl, and Mew sighed, happily.
Gum figured if she were a better person with more self-control then she would keep this up for a while, like you were supposed to - you'd, like, tease the other person and really get them going just by kissing and stroking. But she was kind of melting already and it wasn't like Mew was gonna be able to touch her, so it was in her interests to move the game on. Huh... this was quite clever, really, the participant with their hands tied got all the other person's attention. That made her feel less of a bitch, anyway, and so she put her hand on Mew's thigh, trailed her fingers upwards. Mew was shivering all over - Gum let her hand go still, resting on the muscle just where Mew's leg joined the rest of her, and Mew made a little sort of gasp, and in the hot blue light Gum saw her teeth glint as she bit her lip.
Gum didn't say out loud this is really getting you going, isn't it? but she gently slid one finger up and in.
"More," Mew said, "and do it properly, I'm seriously going crazy here..."
"Isn't that the point?"
Mew didn't answer, just half-shook her head and then sort of ground against Gum's hand, obviously trying to get more stimulation. Gum could feel the other girl's desperate movements and she was seriously having to bite her lip to keep a halfway-poised look on her face. Mew wanted her, Mew wanted her so much that she wasn't even trying to act cool or playing hard to get. Oh god. And only half-thinking about it, she half-stilled her hand and then, making sure Mew could see, slid her other up under her own dress and into her panties.
"Ohhh, you bitch," Mew said, sticking out her tongue, but her breath was shaking so much the words were all shaken about. Gum grinned at her and carried on touching herself, Mew's quivering only making her feel even more good. When it felt like that was dying down, she slid another finger up inside Mew, and Mew cried out something that wasn't quite Yes, arched back against the rails. Gum forced herself to focus on what that hand was doing, to find the hot spots that made her girlfriend do that kind of thing more. It wasn't long before she felt Mew shudder all over before slumping back against the rail, sweaty hair stuck to her forehead. The sight of that, and the feel of the warm damp pulsing around her fingers, sent a rush of pleasure through her and then she was lying against Mew, taking deep, slow gulps of takeaway-scented air. After a few moments, she remembered to untie Mew's hands.
"Holy crap," she said. "That was..."
"See?" Mew winked at her. "Told you it'd be fun."
[Fandom] Doctor Who (old series)/Torchwood
[Rating] PG-13
[Pairing] Owen Harper/Ace (well, implied a bit)
[Notes/Summary] While fighting off another murderous alien lifeform, Owen Harper meets an unusual companion. (No disrespect to the Travelodge hotel chain is implied ^^)
Owen had never been a fan of Travelodges. If you were staying in one, you were either travelling for business (which in his case would mean 'heading towards the things that want to kill you rather than running away from them'), en route to somewhere you actually wanted to be, or shagging someone whom you couldn't take back to your flat. None of these circumstances were that fun.
And when the bloody place was in semi-darkness and it was just you and a flesh-eating alien, that made the whole thing even less fun.
"Hey, have you gone to sleep back there?" the girl hissed from further down the corridor.
"I was just thinking how much I hate Travelodges." Even whispering he sounded too loud. The air smelt red and wet; the carpet was hard and itchy under his knees.
"I hate them too. So, that's why we're going to blow this one up."
"Yeah, about that. How sure are you that you're not going to blow it up with us still inside it? And I'm not even going to ask why you've got shit like that in your backpack in the first place."
"Look, have you got a better idea?" The girl rocked back on her heels, giving him an impatient look, caught in the white light from a streetlight outside. "That thing can't leave this building, you said -"
"Yeah, but -"
"And everyone else is dead, you said you'd scanned for life."
A growl from up ahead; a wet, snorting sound. The floor shook a little. Owen thought of what it had been like when he'd opened the door to the honeymoon suite, wished he hadn't, and remembered how big the shadow looming over the reception desk had been.
Explosives certainly couldn't make things much worse. And he really did fucking hate Travelodges.
"Okay, okay," he said. "We going to do this or what?"
"Just got to lay the last charge..." The girl was wriggling forward on her stomach, hardly visible in the dark. The growling was growing louder. Owen wondered why he didn't just get up and start running now. He was in the middle of rationalising his reasons as one part his partner was fit, one part running around in the dark in a corridor full of nitro was stupid, and one part he was the trained professional in this situation when he saw the girl leap to her feet and yell, "Go!"
The beast snarled, and Owen started to run. Past door after door, most spotted with blood; the corridor shaking; the girl reaching the door to the stairs before him, slamming it open. Moonlight streaming in through the grimy windows as they ran down the steps. He looked back and saw the claws on the banister above them. "Shit!" As he spoke, he felt it leap a flight, land heavily. Now it was only a few stairs away. And then through another door, past an overturned vending machine, almost slipping on the bloodsoaked carpet, and then out into cold night air and just as he let the door go, there was a dull roar and the sound picked him up and flung him away.
When he came to, he was lying on his side, the Travelodge was a flickering pile of rubble, and the girl was sitting on her heels, watching him. She was grinning a bit. He groaned, experimented with sitting up, found that it wasn't too bad, and said, "If that thing rises out of the wreckage now and rips our heads off, I'm blaming you."
"Trust me, it won't."
Owen frowned at her.
"Why are you so calm about this?" he said. "That thing was an alien or something. Doesn't that bother you?"
"I could ask you the same question. Mostly there's a lot more panicking."
"Yeah."
They stared at each other for a moment before the girl stood up, huddling her bomber jacket around her and shaking off the plaster that was speckling it. Owen hastily struggled to his feet. He was probably going to have to RetCon her, wasn't he? Which meant he had to stick with her, at least for now.
"Hey," he said. "Wanna try and find a place to stay that isn't haunted by killer beings from outer space?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, yeah? Who says I don't have my accommodation sorted out already?"
"Come on. We've lived through a traumatic experience. There'll be inappropriate bonding to get over the shock." She snorted, but she was smiling, a bit, so he carried on, "I'm a doctor. I know these things."
"Compared to some Doctors I've seen, you're not that special."
"Want to bet on it?" he said.
She grinned properly. "Oh... why not. Just as long as it's not another Travelodge."
[Title] No Strings Attached
[Fandom] Malory Towers/Battle Royale
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Alicia Johns/Shinji Mimura
[Notes/Summary] Alicia sees nothing wrong with having a friend outside of school... even if he's not very forthcoming about his life.
Alicia wanted to pretend that she'd just gone walking in the woods because she felt like some solitude and fresh air, but when she found herself glancing at her watch and then checking the time scribbled on the scrap of paper she'd stuffed into her pocket, she knew that she was no longer even fooling herself.
"Man, the ladies just flock to me," came a voice from above her.
She glanced round the sun-speckled woods. "Really? It seems like I'm the only person here."
There was a thud as Mimura slid out of the tree, his scruffy white shoes throwing up small clouds of dust. "You didn't bring your three hottest classmates? Damn it, Johns, you've let me down big-time."
Alicia leant against the tree, crossing her arms. "For goodness sake, Mimura. I had enough difficulty deciding whether to bother turning up myself, let alone trying to convince other people." She glanced at him from under her eyes. Sometimes this stayed as jokes; sometimes she could tell that he was hoping to rattle her. That was all right: she did the same to him. Sometimes she liked it that he didn't care what anyone else thought and she thought he was good-looking. Other times, she found him an arrogant show-off who didn't deserve her interest. She suspected he felt the same about her.
"Oh yeah?" he said, sauntering over to come and lean next to her. "So what made you decide to show up?"
"Well..." She leaned over, kissed him on the mouth. "I could hardly do that to Betty, now could I."
"I don't see why not."
"You haven't been here for a while," she said, wanting to change the subject suddenly. "Did you have too much homework?"
He shrugged. "It's harder getting a moment to yourself than it used to be."
Silence for a second; Alicia felt it open up around them. Instead of kissing him again, or making some other pert remark, she could ask him to elaborate, he could tell her where he comes from and why each of them thinks the other is a dunce at history and why he never asks her to come and find him.
"Well, you'll just have to make more time," she said. "You may be the most arrogant person I've ever met, but at least you have some brains. If you don't turn up, I'll have to come and look for you."
"Hey, don't go all bunny-boiler on me. We're make-out buddies, remember? I didn't think you'd get all clingy, Johns."
She didn't understand half the sentences, but she got the gist. If I disappear, accept it. Fine. She'd never seen the point of getting all soppy over boys anyway.
"Of course," she said. "In the meantime, I think you have a proposition to make good on -" and she leant over and kissed him again.
[Title] Logic
[Fandom] Doctor Who (new series)/Torchwood
[Rating] PG
[Pairing] Harriet Jones/Toshiko Sato
[Notes/Summary] Toshiko is normally more logical than this.
Toshiko has no idea why she found herself, after the Torchwood-government summit on national security and protecting Earth from the threat of future alien invasion, asking the MP for Flydale North if she wanted to go and have a drink. Perhaps it was the way that Harriet Jones had spoken up at one point to say, "Well, with all due respect, I'm the one who's been involved with an alien threat, and I think that point is ridiculous -" which was so much what Toshiko had wanted to say that she had had to bite her lip to stifle a smile. Perhaps it was that Toshiko had said nothing during the entire meeting and hated herself for sitting and staring at the lid of her pen and being too scared to speak up because she knew she would sound too earnest, and too geeky, and too much like she preferred computers and alien technology to people. Or perhaps it was just that she saw Harriet walking to the nearest Tube station on her own, and wondered if this was someone else who was going to go back to an empty London room and eat alone.
All right, when you thought about it, you could pinpoint some logic behind the decision. But what followed afterwards seemed so devoid of logic that it was almost scientific in its foolishness, like an example of the Incompleteness Theorem in her life. There always has to be something you can never understand.
Although the red wine probably had something to do with it. Certainly she'd never have made a proposition like that sober.
There was nothing so concrete as a relationship going on, of course. She and Harriet had to maintain professional distance, and so communicating during work hours would have been completely inappropriate (which, given their particular working hours, meant that they couldn't talk for days on end). But on the rare occasions when both of them had an evening free, one of them would come over to the other's home, and they would cook together, and talk about things that weren't directly to do with work and so couldn't be seen as compromising. And then the visitor would stay over. Toshiko had never exactly thought of herself as someone who was interested in women that way. Nor had she ever thought of herself as someone who'd enter into such a mutually risky situation as this. She was logical, after all. But when Harriet touched her like that, logic didn't seem so important.
But she liked Harriet. She liked the way that Harriet always answered her phone with Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North (and later, Prime Minister) even if it turned out to be a family member or a friend. She liked the way that Harriet didn't seem to romanticise alien life, seemed to see it as more or less human, prone to the same human flaws - and yet could be fascinated by tiny details of another culture, of human-like behaviour, just as Toshiko herself was. She liked that Harriet was blunt, but never spiteful, never took an opportunity to mock Toshiko about all the maths and computing books on her shelves or snidely ask her why she had no friends. And after the Sycorax invasion was foiled, she liked how Harriet didn't cry or shrink in on herself but yet was quieter, fiercer. Knew what she'd done, and yet known it had to be.
Toshiko suspected that both of them knew that this wasn't going to be a permanent thing. They weren't supposed to be doing it anyway. Their jobs kept them busy and that wasn't going to change any time soon. And (although Toshiko never said this out loud and tried not to think it) when one of them was the Prime Minister of a planet that half the galaxy seemed to be interested in taking over, pillaging, stealing or otherwise severely damaging, and the other worked for Torchwood, the likelihood that they'd both survive to a retirement and a cosy flat together was extremely low. Harriet had presumably had the same thought process, because neither of them ever talked about how things could be. Toshiko was happy with that. It made logical sense, after all. But when she was bleeding to death on a staircase and wishing a lot of things were different, one of her wishes was that just once she'd abandoned logic, and shot for the moon instead.
[Title] Acceptable Risks
[Fandom] Jet Set Radio
[Rating] R for sex
[Pairing] Gum/Mew
[Notes/Summary] Mew has an unusual request.
There were a lot of things that Gum hadn't known about Mew, but this was definitely one of the odder ones.
"Are you sure this is okay?" she said, like she did every time. "If you're not sure..." Her voice tailed off, and she scowled. She never normally sounded so awkward. But then she didn't normally hide out at the top of an abandoned building in Benten-cho because her way-too-cute gangmate had a thing for sex outdoors.
Mew rolled her eyes, but then she leant up, kissed Gum's neck. "It's fine, silly. I wouldn't ask you to do it if it wasn't."
"What if the Keisatsu show up?"
"That's part of the fun," Mew said, winking. Then, evidently seeing that Gum was still feeling like her stomach was on a rollercoaster, she said, more softly, "If anyone comes up those steps, we'll hear 'em. Just don't make the knots too tight, and we can get away down the air vent like we always do. Besides, you know they won't spot us up here anyway. Look... if you don't wanna... I mean, if this is weirding you out too much..."
"I don't get weirded out," Gum said, but she pressed her face against Mew's neck, let her arms rest on the other girl's shoulders. "I just don't wanna get you arrested. I mean, can you imagine explaining it to Beat?"
Mew giggled. "He might quite like that kind of explanation."
"True. Okay... uh... you ready?"
"And waiting," Mew said, kissing along the side of her jaw.
Swallowing, Gum scrabbled in her pocket for the scarf she'd brought along. Mew was already leaning back against the railings, hands gripping the rail, wrists together. In the yellow-green glow of the lights they looked little, vulnerable, half-hidden in the fur at the cuffs of her dress. Gum couldn't decide whether it was a massive turn-on or whether it was making her feel like the most evil bitch ever, so she closed her eyes for a second as she looped the scarf round Mew's wrists and tied them to the railings. Mew breathed out, slowly, and shivered; Gum could feel the shiver run right through her. Okay, this was kind of a turn-on.
"That's... that's okay, right?" she said.
"Mm-hm. Fine." Mew tilted her head up, kissed at Gum's mouth. The kiss was surprisingly intense, her tongue already brushing Gum's, all of her striving to press herself as close against her girlfriend as possible. Gum felt her own body aching to be touched, to have someone run their hands down it. Mew must be feeling like this too, though, right? She reached round, caressed Mew's waist, slid her arms round the other girl, and Mew sighed, happily.
Gum figured if she were a better person with more self-control then she would keep this up for a while, like you were supposed to - you'd, like, tease the other person and really get them going just by kissing and stroking. But she was kind of melting already and it wasn't like Mew was gonna be able to touch her, so it was in her interests to move the game on. Huh... this was quite clever, really, the participant with their hands tied got all the other person's attention. That made her feel less of a bitch, anyway, and so she put her hand on Mew's thigh, trailed her fingers upwards. Mew was shivering all over - Gum let her hand go still, resting on the muscle just where Mew's leg joined the rest of her, and Mew made a little sort of gasp, and in the hot blue light Gum saw her teeth glint as she bit her lip.
Gum didn't say out loud this is really getting you going, isn't it? but she gently slid one finger up and in.
"More," Mew said, "and do it properly, I'm seriously going crazy here..."
"Isn't that the point?"
Mew didn't answer, just half-shook her head and then sort of ground against Gum's hand, obviously trying to get more stimulation. Gum could feel the other girl's desperate movements and she was seriously having to bite her lip to keep a halfway-poised look on her face. Mew wanted her, Mew wanted her so much that she wasn't even trying to act cool or playing hard to get. Oh god. And only half-thinking about it, she half-stilled her hand and then, making sure Mew could see, slid her other up under her own dress and into her panties.
"Ohhh, you bitch," Mew said, sticking out her tongue, but her breath was shaking so much the words were all shaken about. Gum grinned at her and carried on touching herself, Mew's quivering only making her feel even more good. When it felt like that was dying down, she slid another finger up inside Mew, and Mew cried out something that wasn't quite Yes, arched back against the rails. Gum forced herself to focus on what that hand was doing, to find the hot spots that made her girlfriend do that kind of thing more. It wasn't long before she felt Mew shudder all over before slumping back against the rail, sweaty hair stuck to her forehead. The sight of that, and the feel of the warm damp pulsing around her fingers, sent a rush of pleasure through her and then she was lying against Mew, taking deep, slow gulps of takeaway-scented air. After a few moments, she remembered to untie Mew's hands.
"Holy crap," she said. "That was..."
"See?" Mew winked at her. "Told you it'd be fun."