wandringdreamer "Make-believe" (Lisa/George)
Title: Make-believe
Author: nerdykitten07
CPE - Lisa/George, Lisa/Fred implied
Rating: NC-17 7/8 of Lisa/Fred series
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: 11-Sorrow
Word Count: 469
Summary: Fred is dead. . . what will Lisa do now?
Notes: Characters not mine. Beta'd by: miss_bowtruckle
The rain began to fall as the casket was laid into the ground. George placed his hand on Lisa's shoulder, pulling her black clad form against his chest comfortingly. She threw her red rose into the grave and turned around, shedding silent tears behind her veil, the remaining twin following her on the long walk home.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a whisper. She nodded somberly, laid her hat on the bedside table, and reached up to undo the fastenings on his cloak.
"Yes. I need this."
It was his turn to nod then, and he shrugged off his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor. Turning her around, he pressed into her back and slid his hands down her front, slipping the wooden pegs on her jacket free of their loops. "Just pretend I'm him."
She allowed him to remove her coat and run his hands over the alabaster skin of her exposed back before facing him, pressing her open mouth to his in a tear-filled kiss. George slipped his tongue through her parted lips, fully exploring the mouth he had dreamt of for so long. Oh, how he'd prayed for her to choose him over Fred. When she didn't he was heartbroken, but took comfort in seeing her everyday after she moved into the flat the twins shared. And now that Fred had died. . .
He knew it would only be this one time. He had one chance to make her remember him, yet think of Fred. As they divested themselves of their clothing, he thought through the different ways Fred had made her moan in pleasure. He'd heard them often. Had even gone so far as to find ways to watch them on more than one occasion. He had learned the curves of her body and the sounds it would make as he had stood wanking at the doorway.
He entered her swiftly, but kept his thrusts slow, deep, and deliberate, determined to make her last. She arched against him, meeting his thrusts and grabbing at his back, trying to pull him farther inside.
He sped his thrusts, then slowed them, then sped up again, causing Lisa to wrap her ankles around his waist and moan loudly, distracting her and stopping the soft sobs that were wracking her body. George brushed her sweaty hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, whispering soft comforts into her ear.
They cried out together as they came and rode out their shudders. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side so that he faced Lisa. Reaching out to touch her face, he frowned when she turned away from him, but expected nothing else. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but didn't. Couldn't move a muscle. He wasn't the twin she needed.
Author: nerdykitten07
CPE - Lisa/George, Lisa/Fred implied
Rating: NC-17 7/8 of Lisa/Fred series
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: 11-Sorrow
Word Count: 469
Summary: Fred is dead. . . what will Lisa do now?
Notes: Characters not mine. Beta'd by: miss_bowtruckle
The rain began to fall as the casket was laid into the ground. George placed his hand on Lisa's shoulder, pulling her black clad form against his chest comfortingly. She threw her red rose into the grave and turned around, shedding silent tears behind her veil, the remaining twin following her on the long walk home.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a whisper. She nodded somberly, laid her hat on the bedside table, and reached up to undo the fastenings on his cloak.
"Yes. I need this."
It was his turn to nod then, and he shrugged off his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor. Turning her around, he pressed into her back and slid his hands down her front, slipping the wooden pegs on her jacket free of their loops. "Just pretend I'm him."
She allowed him to remove her coat and run his hands over the alabaster skin of her exposed back before facing him, pressing her open mouth to his in a tear-filled kiss. George slipped his tongue through her parted lips, fully exploring the mouth he had dreamt of for so long. Oh, how he'd prayed for her to choose him over Fred. When she didn't he was heartbroken, but took comfort in seeing her everyday after she moved into the flat the twins shared. And now that Fred had died. . .
He knew it would only be this one time. He had one chance to make her remember him, yet think of Fred. As they divested themselves of their clothing, he thought through the different ways Fred had made her moan in pleasure. He'd heard them often. Had even gone so far as to find ways to watch them on more than one occasion. He had learned the curves of her body and the sounds it would make as he had stood wanking at the doorway.
He entered her swiftly, but kept his thrusts slow, deep, and deliberate, determined to make her last. She arched against him, meeting his thrusts and grabbing at his back, trying to pull him farther inside.
He sped his thrusts, then slowed them, then sped up again, causing Lisa to wrap her ankles around his waist and moan loudly, distracting her and stopping the soft sobs that were wracking her body. George brushed her sweaty hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, whispering soft comforts into her ear.
They cried out together as they came and rode out their shudders. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side so that he faced Lisa. Reaching out to touch her face, he frowned when she turned away from him, but expected nothing else. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but didn't. Couldn't move a muscle. He wasn't the twin she needed.