Pokemon, Jessie/Cassidy -- #2
Title: Take A Chance
Fandom: Pokemon
Claim: Jessie/Cassidy
Prompt: #2-Rain cloud
Pairing: Jessie x Cassidy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cassidy needs to stop listening to that little voice of defiance. It only leaves her with a broken heart and mud on her shoes.
Cassidy knew it was going to rain the moment she stepped outside of headquarters. The sensible part of her was insisting that she turn right around and go back inside before she got her heels muddy or her hair totally ruined. But another part of her-a part that had a bad habit of popping up in situations that could only turn out messy-wanted her to defy those dark rain clouds. And so, she held her head high and, with lips set in a smug smirk, she stepped out for her walk, as planned.
The last time she’d listened to that voice-taken a risk that went against her logical reasoning-she’d gotten into deep trouble. And it wasn’t even that delicious, wonderful kind of trouble that she, as a Rocket, was ultimately striving for. It was the kind of trouble that stayed with a person for years, churning unpleasantly in the pit of their stomach, and making them wake up in the middle of the night with the salt of tears on their lips.
She could still remember the niggling way the voice had chanted in her ear: do it, give in, you know you want it more than anything. And, oh, how she had wanted it, and how she had loved it once she had it. Following Jessie into HQ’s cleaning closet, completely surrounded by darkness and the sharp smell of chemicals that made her nostrils flare; surrendering herself to the other woman’s skillful fingers and teasing tongue. Yes, she had wanted it. She had wanted it then, and she had thought that once would have been enough. It always had been in the past-with other women, at least.
Of course this time would’ve been different.
Slowly but steadily, the corners of her mouth turned down, until her narrowed eyes were staring at the ground beneath her feet. She’d really acted like a fool. She’d given her rival enough dirt to blackmail her with for a lifetime, in just the tight and desperate way she’d held her hand and refused to let go. But the redhead had made her let go, with her stabbing sapphire eyes that said, “Did you really think fooling around in a smelly closet meant something special?”
It was pouring now and Cassidy’s hair was sticking to her face and the back of her neck. She could feel the way her damp clothes were clinging to her, and she could see her white shoes turning brown before her very eyes. She knew she looked a mess.
“Well, that’s what you get, Cassidy,” she muttered to herself, chuckling bitterly. With a sigh of annoyance and self-misery, she lifted her head-and froze. Jessie stood there, looking as disgustedly perfect as always, underneath a red umbrella.
Cassidy waited, silent-unable to say something haughty or superior when she was a drippy mess and Jessie was a goddess. She waited for Jessie to arch an eyebrow, to laugh out loud, to remark about how terrible she looked. But none of that came. Jessie didn’t sneer, didn’t frown, didn’t smile, but she motioned with her head towards her umbrella and asked, “Heading my way?”
The devious voice hissed in Cassidy, shamelessly suggesting that she knock the damn umbrella out of Jessie’s hand, pull the other woman close and kiss her senseless, hold her tight and firm until she was just as soaked, just as dirty, just as miserable as she was herself.
Fandom: Pokemon
Claim: Jessie/Cassidy
Prompt: #2-Rain cloud
Pairing: Jessie x Cassidy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cassidy needs to stop listening to that little voice of defiance. It only leaves her with a broken heart and mud on her shoes.
Cassidy knew it was going to rain the moment she stepped outside of headquarters. The sensible part of her was insisting that she turn right around and go back inside before she got her heels muddy or her hair totally ruined. But another part of her-a part that had a bad habit of popping up in situations that could only turn out messy-wanted her to defy those dark rain clouds. And so, she held her head high and, with lips set in a smug smirk, she stepped out for her walk, as planned.
The last time she’d listened to that voice-taken a risk that went against her logical reasoning-she’d gotten into deep trouble. And it wasn’t even that delicious, wonderful kind of trouble that she, as a Rocket, was ultimately striving for. It was the kind of trouble that stayed with a person for years, churning unpleasantly in the pit of their stomach, and making them wake up in the middle of the night with the salt of tears on their lips.
She could still remember the niggling way the voice had chanted in her ear: do it, give in, you know you want it more than anything. And, oh, how she had wanted it, and how she had loved it once she had it. Following Jessie into HQ’s cleaning closet, completely surrounded by darkness and the sharp smell of chemicals that made her nostrils flare; surrendering herself to the other woman’s skillful fingers and teasing tongue. Yes, she had wanted it. She had wanted it then, and she had thought that once would have been enough. It always had been in the past-with other women, at least.
Of course this time would’ve been different.
Slowly but steadily, the corners of her mouth turned down, until her narrowed eyes were staring at the ground beneath her feet. She’d really acted like a fool. She’d given her rival enough dirt to blackmail her with for a lifetime, in just the tight and desperate way she’d held her hand and refused to let go. But the redhead had made her let go, with her stabbing sapphire eyes that said, “Did you really think fooling around in a smelly closet meant something special?”
It was pouring now and Cassidy’s hair was sticking to her face and the back of her neck. She could feel the way her damp clothes were clinging to her, and she could see her white shoes turning brown before her very eyes. She knew she looked a mess.
“Well, that’s what you get, Cassidy,” she muttered to herself, chuckling bitterly. With a sigh of annoyance and self-misery, she lifted her head-and froze. Jessie stood there, looking as disgustedly perfect as always, underneath a red umbrella.
Cassidy waited, silent-unable to say something haughty or superior when she was a drippy mess and Jessie was a goddess. She waited for Jessie to arch an eyebrow, to laugh out loud, to remark about how terrible she looked. But none of that came. Jessie didn’t sneer, didn’t frown, didn’t smile, but she motioned with her head towards her umbrella and asked, “Heading my way?”
The devious voice hissed in Cassidy, shamelessly suggesting that she knock the damn umbrella out of Jessie’s hand, pull the other woman close and kiss her senseless, hold her tight and firm until she was just as soaked, just as dirty, just as miserable as she was herself.