"Half-Hearted", Michelle/Effy, R or NC-17
Title: Half-Hearted
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Michelle/Effy
Rating: R, maybe NC-17
Warnings: Drug use, sex in a crowded room
Summary: Tony's been asleep for two months and three days now-she can't wait around forever. She's got to have fun.
A/N: Set during the 'secret party'.
Michelle stumbles into a corner and flops down on a pile of cushions. She can't dance anymore. Every time she moves a limb, her muscles and bones ache and throb in protest; she needs a break. She pushes the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and watches the mass of half-naked, grinding bodies in front of her, head spinning as she takes in all the shapes and colours. The beat of the music pounds through her blood just the way she likes it, and she throws back her head, grinning manically to herself, feeling it course through her veins; rhythmic, repetitive, raw.
It's a couple of minutes before she realises she's being watched. She turns her head and looks into a pair of bright blue eyes with lids painted a dark silvery grey.
She knows she says, "Hi Effy!" but only from the feeling of her lips moving against each other, because she doesn't hear a thing besides the beat of the music. It doesn't matter.
She knew Effy was going to be there, everyone had talked about it. Sid thought she shouldn't come, seeing as Tony couldn't, and Michelle gathered there had been some sort of heated argument between them (one that had left Sid considerably shaken) and in the end, Effy had turned up. She'd been determined, and Michelle figured that was fair enough. With her brother in hospital, she probably needed something to take her mind off things.
Effy takes a sip from a clear plastic cup that is filled with blood-red liquid. She licks her lips slowly, deliberately.
"You're too young to drink," Michelle says, knowing it's a stupid thing to say. Effy crawls closer to her, on all fours, and Michelle can see down her top and she tries to force her eyes upwards but can't.
Effy cups her hand to Michelle's ear and says, "So are you." She waits a beat. Michelle finds herself staring at the part where Effy's neck joins her shoulder, creamy white skin marked by a little purple bruise; a lovebite. Then Effy's voice comes again, slow and slurred. "What were you doing when you were fourteen?"
When she moves back, rocking slightly on her knees, she holds out her hand. In her palm is a little, red heart-shaped pill. She brings it to her stained lips and bites it clean in half with her sharp bright white teeth.
Rays of light spin and glitter across the room, slicing through people's waving arms. Michelle looks past Effy's face and takes in everything she can see. Boys in lipstick, girls in their underwear, skin flashing every colour under the lights. At first she doesn't recognise anyone, and then her eyes find Maxxie, making out with a clown, red and white make-up smeared all over their faces. She shakes her head and looks back, trying to focus. Effy is pushing the other half of the pill towards her, her face watchful and expectant.
Michelle takes it. She drinks a sip from Effy's cup to wash it down. She doesn't know what the drink is-it's sickly sweet, like liquid sugar, and tastes like every red fruit she can name. Effy swallows her half dry, and Michelle watches as her pupils dilate. They grow and grow and Michelle's heart thuds along with the music in her chest, until almost all she can see is the blurry black circles and she realises it's because Effy's face is only inches from her own.
She knocks her head on something on the way down, and before Effy's lips touch hers she realises, with some degree of confusion, that the two of them are almost inside an old fireplace. Effy's mouth tastes like her drink, but there's a bitterness to it that makes Michelle think of the cough medicine she used to take when she was little. She loved the taste of that stuff so much. She remembers the story her Mum used to tell, about the time she found her, four years old, sitting on the bathroom floor and drinking cough medicine from the bottle, with sticky red syrup dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Effy's tongue dabs at the corner of her mouth, now, and Michelle wraps her arms around her, only slightly aware that this is her boyfriend's sister she's kissing, and caring even less. Tony's been asleep for two months and three days now-she can't wait around forever. She's got to have fun. She's already kissed at least a quarter of the people here. It doesn't matter. She's aware they're in a crowded room, but that doesn't seem to matter either. Everyone's off their heads. Effy's hands are ice-cold as they inch up her legs, under the crinkly pink fabric of her dress to pull down the shiny gold hotpants she has on underneath. The room spins, then steadies again around her.
She feels like she's burning up. Fire crackles at the edges of her vision and, when she turns her head, she sees that the cushions next to them are, indeed, on fire, probably due to some dropped cigarette or joint. Somebody throws a drink in their general direction; it gets in Michelle's hair but the fire is out and Effy's little teeth are nibbling the skin over her collarbone, and everything is okay again.
She's hot between her legs, too, but Effy's cool fingers are quick to calm that fire; sliding, pushing, circling, doing everything Michelle wants them to do without her even having to say a word. She keeps her eyes open, watching the fireworks of colour and noise across the room, the faces she recognizes, the faces she doesn't. Effy's lips brush hers and she's close now, lifting her hips to push against Effy's hand. She's making little noises in her throat but she could be screaming obscenities and no one would hear.
Effy's lips curl into a smirk like one of Tony's, and Michelle clutches her close to her body, all her muscles clenching and aching again, coming harder than she has in a long time. Effy's sparkly grey eyeshadow sharpens into tiny stars in front of Michelle's eyes and she digs her nails into Effy's back, riding out her orgasm, making it last. Effy kisses her again, discretely wiping her hand on the pillows, and they collapse together. The room starts to spin again but Michelle feels safe; everyone is oblivious, still dancing and drinking and making out.
Her mind goes back to a previous, dazed thought of Tony, and she leans in closer. "How is he?" she shouts into the pale little shell of Effy's ear.
Effy picks up her drink but finds a cigarette butt floating in it, so she pushes it aside. She pauses, chewing her lip, then cups her hand to Michelle's ear and delivers her reply, calmly and quietly so that Michelle has to strain to hear. "The doctors said he wouldn't come out of the coma. We made the decision to turn off life support last night."
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Michelle/Effy
Rating: R, maybe NC-17
Warnings: Drug use, sex in a crowded room
Summary: Tony's been asleep for two months and three days now-she can't wait around forever. She's got to have fun.
A/N: Set during the 'secret party'.
Michelle stumbles into a corner and flops down on a pile of cushions. She can't dance anymore. Every time she moves a limb, her muscles and bones ache and throb in protest; she needs a break. She pushes the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and watches the mass of half-naked, grinding bodies in front of her, head spinning as she takes in all the shapes and colours. The beat of the music pounds through her blood just the way she likes it, and she throws back her head, grinning manically to herself, feeling it course through her veins; rhythmic, repetitive, raw.
It's a couple of minutes before she realises she's being watched. She turns her head and looks into a pair of bright blue eyes with lids painted a dark silvery grey.
She knows she says, "Hi Effy!" but only from the feeling of her lips moving against each other, because she doesn't hear a thing besides the beat of the music. It doesn't matter.
She knew Effy was going to be there, everyone had talked about it. Sid thought she shouldn't come, seeing as Tony couldn't, and Michelle gathered there had been some sort of heated argument between them (one that had left Sid considerably shaken) and in the end, Effy had turned up. She'd been determined, and Michelle figured that was fair enough. With her brother in hospital, she probably needed something to take her mind off things.
Effy takes a sip from a clear plastic cup that is filled with blood-red liquid. She licks her lips slowly, deliberately.
"You're too young to drink," Michelle says, knowing it's a stupid thing to say. Effy crawls closer to her, on all fours, and Michelle can see down her top and she tries to force her eyes upwards but can't.
Effy cups her hand to Michelle's ear and says, "So are you." She waits a beat. Michelle finds herself staring at the part where Effy's neck joins her shoulder, creamy white skin marked by a little purple bruise; a lovebite. Then Effy's voice comes again, slow and slurred. "What were you doing when you were fourteen?"
When she moves back, rocking slightly on her knees, she holds out her hand. In her palm is a little, red heart-shaped pill. She brings it to her stained lips and bites it clean in half with her sharp bright white teeth.
Rays of light spin and glitter across the room, slicing through people's waving arms. Michelle looks past Effy's face and takes in everything she can see. Boys in lipstick, girls in their underwear, skin flashing every colour under the lights. At first she doesn't recognise anyone, and then her eyes find Maxxie, making out with a clown, red and white make-up smeared all over their faces. She shakes her head and looks back, trying to focus. Effy is pushing the other half of the pill towards her, her face watchful and expectant.
Michelle takes it. She drinks a sip from Effy's cup to wash it down. She doesn't know what the drink is-it's sickly sweet, like liquid sugar, and tastes like every red fruit she can name. Effy swallows her half dry, and Michelle watches as her pupils dilate. They grow and grow and Michelle's heart thuds along with the music in her chest, until almost all she can see is the blurry black circles and she realises it's because Effy's face is only inches from her own.
She knocks her head on something on the way down, and before Effy's lips touch hers she realises, with some degree of confusion, that the two of them are almost inside an old fireplace. Effy's mouth tastes like her drink, but there's a bitterness to it that makes Michelle think of the cough medicine she used to take when she was little. She loved the taste of that stuff so much. She remembers the story her Mum used to tell, about the time she found her, four years old, sitting on the bathroom floor and drinking cough medicine from the bottle, with sticky red syrup dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Effy's tongue dabs at the corner of her mouth, now, and Michelle wraps her arms around her, only slightly aware that this is her boyfriend's sister she's kissing, and caring even less. Tony's been asleep for two months and three days now-she can't wait around forever. She's got to have fun. She's already kissed at least a quarter of the people here. It doesn't matter. She's aware they're in a crowded room, but that doesn't seem to matter either. Everyone's off their heads. Effy's hands are ice-cold as they inch up her legs, under the crinkly pink fabric of her dress to pull down the shiny gold hotpants she has on underneath. The room spins, then steadies again around her.
She feels like she's burning up. Fire crackles at the edges of her vision and, when she turns her head, she sees that the cushions next to them are, indeed, on fire, probably due to some dropped cigarette or joint. Somebody throws a drink in their general direction; it gets in Michelle's hair but the fire is out and Effy's little teeth are nibbling the skin over her collarbone, and everything is okay again.
She's hot between her legs, too, but Effy's cool fingers are quick to calm that fire; sliding, pushing, circling, doing everything Michelle wants them to do without her even having to say a word. She keeps her eyes open, watching the fireworks of colour and noise across the room, the faces she recognizes, the faces she doesn't. Effy's lips brush hers and she's close now, lifting her hips to push against Effy's hand. She's making little noises in her throat but she could be screaming obscenities and no one would hear.
Effy's lips curl into a smirk like one of Tony's, and Michelle clutches her close to her body, all her muscles clenching and aching again, coming harder than she has in a long time. Effy's sparkly grey eyeshadow sharpens into tiny stars in front of Michelle's eyes and she digs her nails into Effy's back, riding out her orgasm, making it last. Effy kisses her again, discretely wiping her hand on the pillows, and they collapse together. The room starts to spin again but Michelle feels safe; everyone is oblivious, still dancing and drinking and making out.
Her mind goes back to a previous, dazed thought of Tony, and she leans in closer. "How is he?" she shouts into the pale little shell of Effy's ear.
Effy picks up her drink but finds a cigarette butt floating in it, so she pushes it aside. She pauses, chewing her lip, then cups her hand to Michelle's ear and delivers her reply, calmly and quietly so that Michelle has to strain to hear. "The doctors said he wouldn't come out of the coma. We made the decision to turn off life support last night."