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Day 9 Fic: "Flagellation," Cold Case, Lilly/Christina
Title: Flagellation
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Cold Case
Pairing: Lilly/Christina
Words: 1,325
Warnings: Incest!
Notes: Pre-series
Lilly brushed her teeth, spitting the froth into the sink just as the doorbell rang. She pushed her hair out of her face and looked out of the bathroom, knowing who was most likely to be standing on her front steps at this time of night. She didn't bother with a robe, walking across her apartment in her boxer shorts and tank top. It was a cold night and there was gooseflesh on her arms and legs. She pressed both palms against the door and leaned forward, closing her eyes before she could see through the peephole.
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Lil, open the door."
Lilly bit her lip and slid a hand over to the lock.
"Come on, Lil, it's freezing out here."
Lilly turned the lock and reached down, opening the door for her sister. It had been years since they'd seen each other; separated by Christina's fear of responsibility and Lilly's fear of how she felt for her sister. Lilly didn't know where Christina had been in the interim, but her face looked ragged. She'd been through a lot of hell to get to this door.
Christina had let her hair grow out, letting her natural curls take over. She looked like a lion, her eyes shining beneath her wild curls like a predator spotting her prey. "What are you doing here?" Lilly finally asked.
"I need a warm place to sleep. I figured you'd rather have me here than some train station or some willing stranger's bed."
Lilly stepped aside and Christina entered her apartment. She dumped her canvas bag on the couch and shrugged out of her coat. "Great place, Lil," she said, leaning against the couch to toe off her shoes.
"You can sleep on the couch," Lilly said. "I was just on my way to bed. I'll get you some blankets and..."
"Wait, Lilly. The couch?" Christina smiled and pushed her shoes out of the way with the side of her foot, tilting her head. "You'd really let your baby sister sleep on the couch?"
"That's what I said. Sleep well, Christina. You can let yourself out in the morning or... I suppose we could have breakfast if you want."
"I don't want breakfast," Christina said.
"Then I guess I won't see you in the morning." She refused to look at Christina, going down the short hall to her bedroom. "Good-night, Chris."
Christina hurried down the hall to catch up with her before she got to her bedroom. "Lilly. Wait." She pressed Lilly face-first against the wall, molding her body against Lilly's back. Lilly closed her eyes as Christina reached around, cupping her breasts through the thin tank top. "Lilly, wait," Christina whispered again, squeezing, feeling Lilly's hard nipples, thrusting her hips slowly against Lilly.
Lilly rocked with the motion, closing her eyes as Christina dry-humped her from behind. "Stop."
"Don't you want this?"
"Not anymore. N-not ever..."
"Because it makes you feel good."
"It's wrong."
"Feeling good is wrong?" Christina asked, kissing the back of Lilly's neck. Lilly shivered and curled her fingers into fists.
Lilly cried out and turned, pushing Christina away. "Stop, Christina!"
Christina backed up against the opposite wall, eyes hurt beneath her mane. "Lilly," she said, in her sweet, pleading voice. "Lilly, please..."
"No," Lilly barked, her own eyes cold and piercing. Her hair, which had been down after her shower, now hung over her face, wet and heavy in her eyes. She pushed the hair out of the way and said, "You can sleep on the couch. I'll... see you in the morning."
Christina said, "You wanted me. Always. I was the only one who knew the hell you were in."
"You were part of the hell I was in!"
"You loved me, Lil. We slept in the same bed all our lives. I listened to you cry. Has anyone else ever listened to you cry?" She came closer and pressed herself against Lilly again. "Has anyone else ever listened to you cry and known what was hurting you so badly?"
She slipped her hand down, over the front of Lilly's boxer shorts and touched her. Lilly exhaled a shaky breath and Christina ran her lips across Lilly's mouth.
"I knew you wanted me," Christina said over Lilly's mouth. "The first night I rolled over on top of you, I knew you wouldn't push me away. I knew. I was awake. When you would touch yourself, make yourself come after you thought I was asleep. I knew. I masturbated, too. Because you wanted me, Lilly."
Her fingers found Lilly's pussy through her underwear and stroked. "Still wet from the shower? Or... something else?" She bit Lilly's bottom lip and pulled it out, making Lilly groan. "I already know... you're going to say yes... so just tell me. Lilly. Darling. Do you want it... slow? Or rough?" She slipped her leg between Lilly's thighs and bent the knee, her warm thigh contacting Lilly and making her whimper. "Loving? Or angry? Do you want to tie me up? Hurt me? Spank me?" She moved her lips to Lilly's ear and said, "I can take it all."
Lilly pushed Christina away and looked at her. "Get the hell out."
"Lilly..."
"GO!"
Christina sighed and walked back to the living room, picking up her shoes and bag. "It's okay, Lilly. What we do."
"It's wrong," Lilly said. "Get the hell out of my house."
Christina looked over her shoulder once more and shrugged. "I guess you didn't miss me as much as I thought you did. Bye, Lil. See you in a few years."
Once the front door closed, Lilly broke her paralysis. She raced to the front of the apartment and locked the door, slamming her palm against it. Damn her. Damn Christina. Lilly was sobbing, moving slowly to the couch and dropping down onto it. Christina had left her jacket draped over the back of the couch and it fell on Lilly's face when she lay down.
She sobbed and pressed the material against her face with one hand. With the other, she shoved her boxers down and bent her knees, spreading her feet wide apart, and pressed her hand against her pussy.
She remembered the first night Christina had fucked her; it had been a hot night and both of them had been wearing t-shirts and panties. She had awoken to find Christina on top of her and tried to push her off, complaining that it was too hot for games. Her hands found Christina's bare chest, her legs wrapping around warm, naked skin. Lilly's eyes opened and she looked up at her sister, gasping as Christina began rubbing her.
Lilly circled her clit and cried out, digging her heels into the cushion, mimicking the movements Christina had made so, so long ago. Christina had taken Lilly's virginity with a strap-on that she'd stolen from a sex shop. Christina had tied Lilly to the bed, naked, and slowly fingered her to orgasm over three hours. They had stopped only when Christina, then seventeen, had brought her boyfriend home "to play." Lilly had called her sister every name under the sun and ran, desperate to forget that the only love she'd ever felt was with her sister.
Pressing her face into the coat, Lilly stroked her clit, humping against her hand. She cried out, lifting her hips off the couch and trembling as she came on her fingers. She sagged, pushing the jacket away and covering her face with her wet hand. She cried, lying half-naked on the couch, sick with herself.
The doorbell rang and she cursed, pulling her boxers back up and going to the door. She didn't bother to ask who it was or glance through the peephole. She opened the door and Christina said, "I left my coat."
Lilly reached out and took Christina's hand, drawing her into the apartment. She slammed the door behind her and turned the locks.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Cold Case
Pairing: Lilly/Christina
Words: 1,325
Warnings: Incest!
Notes: Pre-series
Lilly brushed her teeth, spitting the froth into the sink just as the doorbell rang. She pushed her hair out of her face and looked out of the bathroom, knowing who was most likely to be standing on her front steps at this time of night. She didn't bother with a robe, walking across her apartment in her boxer shorts and tank top. It was a cold night and there was gooseflesh on her arms and legs. She pressed both palms against the door and leaned forward, closing her eyes before she could see through the peephole.
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Lil, open the door."
Lilly bit her lip and slid a hand over to the lock.
"Come on, Lil, it's freezing out here."
Lilly turned the lock and reached down, opening the door for her sister. It had been years since they'd seen each other; separated by Christina's fear of responsibility and Lilly's fear of how she felt for her sister. Lilly didn't know where Christina had been in the interim, but her face looked ragged. She'd been through a lot of hell to get to this door.
Christina had let her hair grow out, letting her natural curls take over. She looked like a lion, her eyes shining beneath her wild curls like a predator spotting her prey. "What are you doing here?" Lilly finally asked.
"I need a warm place to sleep. I figured you'd rather have me here than some train station or some willing stranger's bed."
Lilly stepped aside and Christina entered her apartment. She dumped her canvas bag on the couch and shrugged out of her coat. "Great place, Lil," she said, leaning against the couch to toe off her shoes.
"You can sleep on the couch," Lilly said. "I was just on my way to bed. I'll get you some blankets and..."
"Wait, Lilly. The couch?" Christina smiled and pushed her shoes out of the way with the side of her foot, tilting her head. "You'd really let your baby sister sleep on the couch?"
"That's what I said. Sleep well, Christina. You can let yourself out in the morning or... I suppose we could have breakfast if you want."
"I don't want breakfast," Christina said.
"Then I guess I won't see you in the morning." She refused to look at Christina, going down the short hall to her bedroom. "Good-night, Chris."
Christina hurried down the hall to catch up with her before she got to her bedroom. "Lilly. Wait." She pressed Lilly face-first against the wall, molding her body against Lilly's back. Lilly closed her eyes as Christina reached around, cupping her breasts through the thin tank top. "Lilly, wait," Christina whispered again, squeezing, feeling Lilly's hard nipples, thrusting her hips slowly against Lilly.
Lilly rocked with the motion, closing her eyes as Christina dry-humped her from behind. "Stop."
"Don't you want this?"
"Not anymore. N-not ever..."
"Because it makes you feel good."
"It's wrong."
"Feeling good is wrong?" Christina asked, kissing the back of Lilly's neck. Lilly shivered and curled her fingers into fists.
Lilly cried out and turned, pushing Christina away. "Stop, Christina!"
Christina backed up against the opposite wall, eyes hurt beneath her mane. "Lilly," she said, in her sweet, pleading voice. "Lilly, please..."
"No," Lilly barked, her own eyes cold and piercing. Her hair, which had been down after her shower, now hung over her face, wet and heavy in her eyes. She pushed the hair out of the way and said, "You can sleep on the couch. I'll... see you in the morning."
Christina said, "You wanted me. Always. I was the only one who knew the hell you were in."
"You were part of the hell I was in!"
"You loved me, Lil. We slept in the same bed all our lives. I listened to you cry. Has anyone else ever listened to you cry?" She came closer and pressed herself against Lilly again. "Has anyone else ever listened to you cry and known what was hurting you so badly?"
She slipped her hand down, over the front of Lilly's boxer shorts and touched her. Lilly exhaled a shaky breath and Christina ran her lips across Lilly's mouth.
"I knew you wanted me," Christina said over Lilly's mouth. "The first night I rolled over on top of you, I knew you wouldn't push me away. I knew. I was awake. When you would touch yourself, make yourself come after you thought I was asleep. I knew. I masturbated, too. Because you wanted me, Lilly."
Her fingers found Lilly's pussy through her underwear and stroked. "Still wet from the shower? Or... something else?" She bit Lilly's bottom lip and pulled it out, making Lilly groan. "I already know... you're going to say yes... so just tell me. Lilly. Darling. Do you want it... slow? Or rough?" She slipped her leg between Lilly's thighs and bent the knee, her warm thigh contacting Lilly and making her whimper. "Loving? Or angry? Do you want to tie me up? Hurt me? Spank me?" She moved her lips to Lilly's ear and said, "I can take it all."
Lilly pushed Christina away and looked at her. "Get the hell out."
"Lilly..."
"GO!"
Christina sighed and walked back to the living room, picking up her shoes and bag. "It's okay, Lilly. What we do."
"It's wrong," Lilly said. "Get the hell out of my house."
Christina looked over her shoulder once more and shrugged. "I guess you didn't miss me as much as I thought you did. Bye, Lil. See you in a few years."
Once the front door closed, Lilly broke her paralysis. She raced to the front of the apartment and locked the door, slamming her palm against it. Damn her. Damn Christina. Lilly was sobbing, moving slowly to the couch and dropping down onto it. Christina had left her jacket draped over the back of the couch and it fell on Lilly's face when she lay down.
She sobbed and pressed the material against her face with one hand. With the other, she shoved her boxers down and bent her knees, spreading her feet wide apart, and pressed her hand against her pussy.
She remembered the first night Christina had fucked her; it had been a hot night and both of them had been wearing t-shirts and panties. She had awoken to find Christina on top of her and tried to push her off, complaining that it was too hot for games. Her hands found Christina's bare chest, her legs wrapping around warm, naked skin. Lilly's eyes opened and she looked up at her sister, gasping as Christina began rubbing her.
Lilly circled her clit and cried out, digging her heels into the cushion, mimicking the movements Christina had made so, so long ago. Christina had taken Lilly's virginity with a strap-on that she'd stolen from a sex shop. Christina had tied Lilly to the bed, naked, and slowly fingered her to orgasm over three hours. They had stopped only when Christina, then seventeen, had brought her boyfriend home "to play." Lilly had called her sister every name under the sun and ran, desperate to forget that the only love she'd ever felt was with her sister.
Pressing her face into the coat, Lilly stroked her clit, humping against her hand. She cried out, lifting her hips off the couch and trembling as she came on her fingers. She sagged, pushing the jacket away and covering her face with her wet hand. She cried, lying half-naked on the couch, sick with herself.
The doorbell rang and she cursed, pulling her boxers back up and going to the door. She didn't bother to ask who it was or glance through the peephole. She opened the door and Christina said, "I left my coat."
Lilly reached out and took Christina's hand, drawing her into the apartment. She slammed the door behind her and turned the locks.