(Grease) Plush
Title: Plush
Fandom: Grease
Pairing: Rizzo/Frenchy/Jan/Marty
Rating: PG-13
Words: 537
Summary: What sleepovers are all about.
Frenchy laughs and Jan pouts. And then Rizzo raises an eyebrow and she’s smirking, so Jan has to throw a pillow at her head. Only, Rizzo ducks it easily, and it smacks Marty right in the face. And everybody there knows better than to do anything that might jeopardize Marty’s pretty face.
There’s a long pause, where Frenchy looks worried, Marty looks furious, Jan looks distinctly sheepish, and Rizzo tries very hard not to laugh.
And then, with a shrieked curse, Marty lunges across the bed, managing to grab at Jan’s elbow before she can scramble away. Pulls Jan back towards her at the same point she loses her own balance, and they both wail as they twist, scrabbling at each other, and fall straight off the bed.
They land with a thunk, and Jan groans.
“You two okay?” Frenchy sighs. Rizzo just snorts.
Marty grumbles something, but she has a mouthful of Jan’s hair, so it sounds muffled. Jan makes the mistake of trying to bat Marty’s weight off of her, so Marty grabs the nearest cushion and makes a point of smacking Jan over the head with it far more force than should really be necessary.
“That’s enough, Marty,” Rizzo warns, flopping back against the bed, oversized night shirt creeping up her thighs.
Marty exhales heavily, and stops, and she’s flushed, perspiration on her brow. Jan growls beneath her and knocks the cushion out of her hands. “Overkill,” Jan sulks, and she’s pouting again.
Marty glares down at her, straddling her thighs. She uses Jan’s shoulders to support her weight, then shifts off of her and crawls back on to the bed. “You could have broken my nose,” she snaps, voice haughty.
“With a pillow?!” Jan hisses back, pulling herself back to standing.
“It’s possible,” Marty says loftily, reaching to pick up the mirror on Frenchy’s bedside table. She pauses to examine her nose from all angles. Frenchy rolls her eyes and smiles affectionately at them, and Rizzo watches Marty through narrowed eyes.
And then there’s a scream, as Rizzo pounces with absolutely no warning, and suddenly her hands are wrapped around Marty’s wrists, pushing them into the mattress either side of Marty’s head, pinning her to the bed. The mirror slides off the sheets, thankfully landing on a pile of plush teddy bears, unharmed.
Marty wriggles, and the flush suddenly seems even more pronounced. Rizzo stares at her for a moment, hooded eyes and quirked lips, and then she leans down and licks a glistening stripe from Marty’s shoulder, up her neck, and over the side of her face.
“Eww, no, stop it!” Marty cries, although she’s giggling and squirming underneath Rizzo.
“Ha! Revenge!” Jan bellows dramatically, and she bounces past Frenchy, lands beside Rizzo, and her tongue is immediately on Marty’s arm. Wild animals over their prey, who gasps and laughs beneath them.
Frenchy watches for a moment, just content to enjoy the sight, to enjoy the way they work together. Balanced, perfect. Complete.
And then Rizzo turns to her, eyes sparkling. “Oi, Frenchy, we could use that talented tongue of yours over here.”
Frenchy blushes and smiles, and Marty’s bare thigh looks tempting, and it’s just another typical sleepover for them all.
Fandom: Grease
Pairing: Rizzo/Frenchy/Jan/Marty
Rating: PG-13
Words: 537
Summary: What sleepovers are all about.
Frenchy laughs and Jan pouts. And then Rizzo raises an eyebrow and she’s smirking, so Jan has to throw a pillow at her head. Only, Rizzo ducks it easily, and it smacks Marty right in the face. And everybody there knows better than to do anything that might jeopardize Marty’s pretty face.
There’s a long pause, where Frenchy looks worried, Marty looks furious, Jan looks distinctly sheepish, and Rizzo tries very hard not to laugh.
And then, with a shrieked curse, Marty lunges across the bed, managing to grab at Jan’s elbow before she can scramble away. Pulls Jan back towards her at the same point she loses her own balance, and they both wail as they twist, scrabbling at each other, and fall straight off the bed.
They land with a thunk, and Jan groans.
“You two okay?” Frenchy sighs. Rizzo just snorts.
Marty grumbles something, but she has a mouthful of Jan’s hair, so it sounds muffled. Jan makes the mistake of trying to bat Marty’s weight off of her, so Marty grabs the nearest cushion and makes a point of smacking Jan over the head with it far more force than should really be necessary.
“That’s enough, Marty,” Rizzo warns, flopping back against the bed, oversized night shirt creeping up her thighs.
Marty exhales heavily, and stops, and she’s flushed, perspiration on her brow. Jan growls beneath her and knocks the cushion out of her hands. “Overkill,” Jan sulks, and she’s pouting again.
Marty glares down at her, straddling her thighs. She uses Jan’s shoulders to support her weight, then shifts off of her and crawls back on to the bed. “You could have broken my nose,” she snaps, voice haughty.
“With a pillow?!” Jan hisses back, pulling herself back to standing.
“It’s possible,” Marty says loftily, reaching to pick up the mirror on Frenchy’s bedside table. She pauses to examine her nose from all angles. Frenchy rolls her eyes and smiles affectionately at them, and Rizzo watches Marty through narrowed eyes.
And then there’s a scream, as Rizzo pounces with absolutely no warning, and suddenly her hands are wrapped around Marty’s wrists, pushing them into the mattress either side of Marty’s head, pinning her to the bed. The mirror slides off the sheets, thankfully landing on a pile of plush teddy bears, unharmed.
Marty wriggles, and the flush suddenly seems even more pronounced. Rizzo stares at her for a moment, hooded eyes and quirked lips, and then she leans down and licks a glistening stripe from Marty’s shoulder, up her neck, and over the side of her face.
“Eww, no, stop it!” Marty cries, although she’s giggling and squirming underneath Rizzo.
“Ha! Revenge!” Jan bellows dramatically, and she bounces past Frenchy, lands beside Rizzo, and her tongue is immediately on Marty’s arm. Wild animals over their prey, who gasps and laughs beneath them.
Frenchy watches for a moment, just content to enjoy the sight, to enjoy the way they work together. Balanced, perfect. Complete.
And then Rizzo turns to her, eyes sparkling. “Oi, Frenchy, we could use that talented tongue of yours over here.”
Frenchy blushes and smiles, and Marty’s bare thigh looks tempting, and it’s just another typical sleepover for them all.