Walk Away (Nancy/Celia)
Title: Walk Away
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: Weeds
Pairing: Nancy/Celia
Prompt: G is for "Goodbye, cunt." (For doesnt_go_away.)
Word Count: 272
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's been years of this, of trying to get the upper hand.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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It's been years of this, of trying to get the upper hand. Trying to get a part of Nancy, trying to be her friend, trying to force Nancy to want her, trying to become her, trying to get her to fucking notice. But she's always been too wrapped up in herself (Celia realizes there's an irony in her criticizing Nancy for this), only coming out when she's threatened. Only attacking, and Celia can't say that friction works for her anymore. (Celia can't say anything works for her anymore, Celia can't say she wants to be around all these people from a life that should be her past, should've been her past since before her old home went down in flames.) But this works for her, what's happening now works for her: Nancy underneath her, her short, tight dress pushed up only slightly (though her navel is exposed). Her underwear on the ground, legs spread, hips moving with the motion of Celia's hand, inner walls gripping and caressing the fingers Celia has inside her. Her head thrown back, allowing Celia to kiss down her neck, to bite her, to make Nancy's moans get sharper.
Celia presses down hard on Nancy's clit with her thumb, making Nancy's body jolt. Bringing her closer to coming, so close, and then she stops. Pulls her thumb back and withdraws her fingers with a swiftness that startles Nancy. She wipes her hand on Nancy's dress, coolly says, "Goodbye, cunt."
For once, Nancy doesn't reply. Doesn't fight back.
Celia does think she hears Nancy mutter bitch as she leaves, but Celia doesn't care. Not now. Not ever again.
END
For: The Alphabet Meme
Fandom: Weeds
Pairing: Nancy/Celia
Prompt: G is for "Goodbye, cunt." (For doesnt_go_away.)
Word Count: 272
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's been years of this, of trying to get the upper hand.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
It's been years of this, of trying to get the upper hand. Trying to get a part of Nancy, trying to be her friend, trying to force Nancy to want her, trying to become her, trying to get her to fucking notice. But she's always been too wrapped up in herself (Celia realizes there's an irony in her criticizing Nancy for this), only coming out when she's threatened. Only attacking, and Celia can't say that friction works for her anymore. (Celia can't say anything works for her anymore, Celia can't say she wants to be around all these people from a life that should be her past, should've been her past since before her old home went down in flames.) But this works for her, what's happening now works for her: Nancy underneath her, her short, tight dress pushed up only slightly (though her navel is exposed). Her underwear on the ground, legs spread, hips moving with the motion of Celia's hand, inner walls gripping and caressing the fingers Celia has inside her. Her head thrown back, allowing Celia to kiss down her neck, to bite her, to make Nancy's moans get sharper.
Celia presses down hard on Nancy's clit with her thumb, making Nancy's body jolt. Bringing her closer to coming, so close, and then she stops. Pulls her thumb back and withdraws her fingers with a swiftness that startles Nancy. She wipes her hand on Nancy's dress, coolly says, "Goodbye, cunt."
For once, Nancy doesn't reply. Doesn't fight back.
Celia does think she hears Nancy mutter bitch as she leaves, but Celia doesn't care. Not now. Not ever again.
END