Welcome Back, Skins, post Fire, Katie Fitch/Effy Stonem, release
Content note: mention of noncon (didn't happen), mention of homophobia
Katie waited patiently because she wasn't sure what else she could do in a bleak yellow room like this, the staff member eyeing her up and down as though she wasn't sure what Katie was doing here. It's fucking obvious isn't it? she wanted to yell. I'm picking up my felon friend. You must have seen that before, considering that this is where relatives pick up their loved ones. Or where people who you bashed on the head with a rock years ago wait for you to leave prison because there's no-one else to pick you up, because Emily doesn't want to see Effy right now, which Katie sort of understands, because Effy's mother was on a holiday in Spain that not so coincidentally coincided with Effy's early release and all of Effy's fancy friends from the City had packed up bags and vanished at the scent of trouble
( ... )
Effy solves that for her, shuffles across a bit more and says. "I know what you're thinking and it sucked all right? It was shitty, depressing and above all else it was boring, and they tried to sign me up for art therapy. Now can we have some wine or am I going to have to go down on you for it
( ... )
Effy undoes the buttons on her blouse, and then with ease undoes her bra, and cups her breasts, thumbs across her nipples, and Katie gasps, tries not to wriggle against her, but can't help herself, and like that she's fumbling at Effy's t-shirt, pulling it up over her head, and when she'd vaguely thought about what lesbian sex would be like, back when she was still struggling to think that sweet little Emily would ever have sex, she'd thought it would be all soft kisses and chaste hands, and all that timeconsuming bullshit that Katie's never had time for before and still doesn't
( ... )
Then there's Effy's tongue, sweet mouth licking at her, an artificial wetness but not from a bottle and it feels good,hot and wet and slippery, and she can't help jerking upwards, spreading her legs a little more and Effy looks up at her and then buries her face back down, a gentle regular motion, circling over her clit, more careful than Katie thought she would be, and then Effy slides a wet finger into her, like she knows what Katie likes, and she's right, the edge of penetration has always done it for her, and she feels properly aroused now, feels like she's sweating even in the coldness of the room. She's not sure but she thinks Effy has one hand between her own legs now, and something in her relaxes, loosens at the thought that yeah Effy is enjoying this as well
( ... )
Content note: mention of noncon (didn't happen), mention of homophobia
Katie waited patiently because she wasn't sure what else she could do in a bleak yellow room like this, the staff member eyeing her up and down as though she wasn't sure what Katie was doing here. It's fucking obvious isn't it? she wanted to yell. I'm picking up my felon friend. You must have seen that before, considering that this is where relatives pick up their loved ones. Or where people who you bashed on the head with a rock years ago wait for you to leave prison because there's no-one else to pick you up, because Emily doesn't want to see Effy right now, which Katie sort of understands, because Effy's mother was on a holiday in Spain that not so coincidentally coincided with Effy's early release and all of Effy's fancy friends from the City had packed up bags and vanished at the scent of trouble ( ... )
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