Pokemon, Jessie/Cassidy -- #6
Title: Setting Boundaries
Fandom: Pokemon
Claim: Jessie/Cassidy
Prompt: 6-Good intentions
Pairing: one-sided Jessie x Cassidy
Rating: PG, I think
Summary: Takes place before the series. She doesn’t do it because she hates her; she does it because she can’t love her.
“Wow, Jess. You look beautiful.”
Of course she did. Jessie knew that. Not that she minded hearing people tell her that. Most people, anyway. She didn’t really want to hear it from creepy old men (unless they were rich) and she didn’t want to hear it from her. God, even in a mirror she could see that look in her best friend’s eyes; she forced a smile.
“Yeah,” she said and looked down, avoiding Cassidy’s gaze. “But I think this dress is a bit too dressy for a first date.” She moved to reach over her shoulder, fingers grappling toward the zipper that remained just out reach.
“Here, I’ll get it.”
Jessie’s protest got caught in her throat when Cassidy stepped behind her and slowly-oh, so slowly-pulled the zipper down from the space between her shoulders to the small of her back. Cold air hit her exposed skin and she shivered, and then jumped when Cassidy’s warm hands touched her. She turned around fast, hands holding up her dress; she didn’t want to give her any ideas.
“You can’t do that, Cassidy.”
“Sorry?” Cassidy’s brow furrowed in confusion, but Jessie could see the spark of nervousness and fear in her eyes and she knew that the other girl understood and had been dreading the moment Jessie understood, too.
“You can’t do-that. Touch me. Like that.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Cassidy stiffened, shoulders going tense. “I saw that you got cold and I-”
“I know,” Jessie cut her off, pulling her dress up higher. “Just don’t do it again, all right?”
That hurt and Jessie saw it. Not just in Cassidy’s eyes, but in her whole body. In the way she kind of reeled back and sucked in her stomach, like she’d been punched. And in the way her nostrils flared just the slightest bit and her fingers bent inward and almost made a fist, but didn’t quite make it.
“All right.” Cassidy nodded, curtly, and turned. “Well, enjoy your date. I’ll be in my room if you want to tell me about it, later.”
“Cassidy.” Jessie sighed softly. “I just don’t want you to think-”
“Don’t worry,” the blonde snapped, looking back over her shoulder with violet eyes burning. “I won’t.”
The door slammed and Jessie knew she’d just lost something important. But at least she hadn’t waited any longer and broken Cassidy’s heart. Right?
Fandom: Pokemon
Claim: Jessie/Cassidy
Prompt: 6-Good intentions
Pairing: one-sided Jessie x Cassidy
Rating: PG, I think
Summary: Takes place before the series. She doesn’t do it because she hates her; she does it because she can’t love her.
“Wow, Jess. You look beautiful.”
Of course she did. Jessie knew that. Not that she minded hearing people tell her that. Most people, anyway. She didn’t really want to hear it from creepy old men (unless they were rich) and she didn’t want to hear it from her. God, even in a mirror she could see that look in her best friend’s eyes; she forced a smile.
“Yeah,” she said and looked down, avoiding Cassidy’s gaze. “But I think this dress is a bit too dressy for a first date.” She moved to reach over her shoulder, fingers grappling toward the zipper that remained just out reach.
“Here, I’ll get it.”
Jessie’s protest got caught in her throat when Cassidy stepped behind her and slowly-oh, so slowly-pulled the zipper down from the space between her shoulders to the small of her back. Cold air hit her exposed skin and she shivered, and then jumped when Cassidy’s warm hands touched her. She turned around fast, hands holding up her dress; she didn’t want to give her any ideas.
“You can’t do that, Cassidy.”
“Sorry?” Cassidy’s brow furrowed in confusion, but Jessie could see the spark of nervousness and fear in her eyes and she knew that the other girl understood and had been dreading the moment Jessie understood, too.
“You can’t do-that. Touch me. Like that.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Cassidy stiffened, shoulders going tense. “I saw that you got cold and I-”
“I know,” Jessie cut her off, pulling her dress up higher. “Just don’t do it again, all right?”
That hurt and Jessie saw it. Not just in Cassidy’s eyes, but in her whole body. In the way she kind of reeled back and sucked in her stomach, like she’d been punched. And in the way her nostrils flared just the slightest bit and her fingers bent inward and almost made a fist, but didn’t quite make it.
“All right.” Cassidy nodded, curtly, and turned. “Well, enjoy your date. I’ll be in my room if you want to tell me about it, later.”
“Cassidy.” Jessie sighed softly. “I just don’t want you to think-”
“Don’t worry,” the blonde snapped, looking back over her shoulder with violet eyes burning. “I won’t.”
The door slammed and Jessie knew she’d just lost something important. But at least she hadn’t waited any longer and broken Cassidy’s heart. Right?