Oneshot: Katie/Effy
Title: Juice.
Pairing: Effy/Katie
Word count: 1650-ish.
Rating: M for naughty things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or any other Skins-y bits.
A/N: First go of a Katie/Effy fic. I quite enjoyed writing in first-person narrative for once, though. Anyway, comments/opinions would be especially appreciated for this one :D
Of all the fucking moments, she chooses now to walk in.
"Oh," a pathetic gasp escapes my lips. She just fucking stands there, watching.
My body arches upwards involuntarily, and my eyes shut tightly, because really, I just can't fucking take that stare. She looks so ridiculously indifferent, even as I grind on my own hand, almost completely naked.
And finally, when I come down from wave after wave of orgasm, she still just stands there.
"Jesus." I whisper and cover my eyes with both my hands, not bothering to cover myself up. What would be the point? She just saw me come all over my own hand. It really can't get much worse.
"You look pretty like that." She says flatly. I sigh heavily, raking my hands though my hair, just staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
I acknowledge her words, but choose not to reply, keeping eye-contact with the ceiling.
Jesus shit. You know when something goes so horrifically wrong that you can't even muster any kind of expression other than shock, even though you know you should be doing something else. Screaming, perhaps. That is how I currently feel.
I finally sit up and halfheartedly cover my breasts. She smirks.
"Suddenly modest." She observes.
"Fuck off, Effy." I sigh, reaching awkwardly for a t-shirt. It's slightly out of my reach.
And oh, the stupid bitch. She just breezes past, picking it up and handing it to me, stupidly calm.
I snatch it from her, grunting something that's supposed to resemble a thankyou. She offers me underwear too and I pull the knickers up my legs quickly, trying to retain some dignity.
"What do you want." I stand and cross my arms, still feeling horribly exposed. She just smiles and sits on my bed.
"It's rude not to offer your guests a drink."
***
Cunt.
"What would you like." I ask flatly as she jumps onto a counter.
"What have you got?" Her tone is polite, and it's increasingly irritating. I sigh through gritted teeth and move to the fridge, peering at the contents.
"A variety of juices." I say, unhelpfully.
"I would like one of those, then." She answers, and if it wasn't her saying it, I probably would have laughed. Instead, I say nothing, just close my eyes and try to count to ten.
one...
two...
ten.
"Can you just tell me why you're fucking here?" I errupt, turning to face her. She smiles.
"I was out of juice."
My jaw drops.
She's infuriating.
"You like mango juice." I tell her, giving up for the moment. She shrugs. "Great." I mutter, yanking the juice out quite violently, before moving to the other side of the kitchen to get a glass for her.
She makes no effort to move and I have to reach around her.
"What were you thinking about?" She asks, now staring at her nails.
"What?" I ask irritably, struggling to reach the glasses. If I were wearing heels I wouldn't be having this problem.
"When you came." I jump at her words, knocking over a glass. It shatters on the floor, and I instantly jump back from the shards of glass on the floor.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I glare, hands on hips. I'm aware my voice is a few octaves higher than usual. She finally drags her eyes away from her nails to meet mine, and says, slowly, purposefully.
"When you were on your bed, with your hand between your thighs. What were you thinking about."
I blush furiously, not sure what I could possibly say.
"I should get shoes." I try to turn and run from the situation, but she jumps off of the counter, glass crunching beneath her boots. She prowls over to me slowly.
I back up into a corner, suddenly quite afraid. My heart is pounding too fast, and something just doesn't feel right.
She's too close, definitely. We've never been this close before, not without a rock present. Which may be preferable.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammer. And Jesus fuck, when do I stammer? A smirk curls her lips, and she places a hand either side of me.
"Am I making you nervous" Her voice is low, and for fuck's sake. This is just stupid.
I try to tell her that she's making an arse of herself, that it would never happen. But the words won't form.
My lips move, and I imagine that I look a lot like a fish. But she just inches her face closer to my own, takes my bottom lip between her teeth. She never breaks eye-contact. My breath hitches, and I want to scream and push her away, but I'm frozen by the electrifying blue staring back at me.
She pulls back slightly, then lets go. She replaces her bite with soft lips on my own, gentle, brushing softly but firmly.
It's almost too soft, makes my heart flutter too much. She gently sucks on my lower lip, and I can't help but melt into her just a little bit. I do hate her.
When she pulls away, her lips are shiny, and her eyes glazed over with lust. For some reason it induces a blush, and I have to look away.
"Eff..." I try to say something, but find myself without any words. It doesn't matter anyway, she's pressed her lips back onto my own, firmer this time. Almost hungry.
I let out a soft mew of surprise as her hands wander up my thighs. She smirks into the kiss.
"Get up." She tells me.
"What?" My voice is low, husky from the kiss. I see a flash of excitement pass her eyes as my voice grates her ears.
"The counter, you twat. Get on it." I jump up, forgetting to protest her every word. This time she has to reach up to kiss me, and it gives me a sense of satisfaction, of dominance.
Dominance which soon disappears when her hand snakes up my inner thigh and toys with the edge of my underwear. I'm already so wet, I know.
She thumbs my clit through my knickers, and fuck me, it feels good. I want to roll my eyes at the stupidity of all this, but I feel so out of control of my own actions now.
And the stupid bint looks so smug right now, I just want to crush her. I try to say something offensive, something that'll break her front a little bit.
"I hate your bedroom." I gasp. She laughs loudly, and I wonder what on God's green motherfucking Earth made me think that was a good insult.
"Silly girl." She tears my underwear off completely, letting the bright pink, lacy garment fall to the floor.
Her eyebrow arches elegantly, and she murmurs something like "Jesus, you're wet." I just want to slap the stupid cow, but her lips find such a good spot, and I think I'm about to pass out.
She hooks my leg over her shoulder, gaining much better access I suspect, because I can feel her tongue working in the most magical of ways, working around my most sensitive places.
"Jesus!" I inhale sharply as she slides two fingers inside of me slowly, just adding to the sensations, before she pulls them out again. She's frustratingly slow, teasing me, I know. I can just feel it.
"Effy," I growl, my fist finding her hair. Her eyes meet mine, half-lidded, giddy with arousal. She raises a questioning brow, never slowing or speeding her tongue.
"Please," It comes much softer, much more desperate, than I ever intended it to. Her eyes close as she laps at me. I'm awfully embarrassed as her tongue slides, massaging my clit, over and over again, her fingers stroking me in just the right way. She speeds up as I get closer, thrusting into her.
Meeting eachother's movements makes it a lot scarier - much more like having sex together, a lot less like a random fuck.
"Effy," I breathe, needing just that bit more.
"What do you want?" She whispers between lapping at my cunt.
"Please," I know I'm begging now. I hate myself for it, but Jesus, if I don't come soon...
"Fuck!" It's not a scream, just a sharp gasp as she flicks my clit in just the right way, still stroking inside me, curling her fingers in a way I can't even deny. If I could articulate what I needed, it would have sounded something like this felt.
I buck into her as she circles my clit, letting me ride it out.
And when the final wave has crashed, I fall back against the wall, panting. My leg is still slung over her shoulder. If I felt exposed before, it did not compare to how I feel now.
I wince slightly as she pulls her fingers out and licks them clean, staring at me intensely.
She takes hold of my ankle and removes my leg from her shoulder, and Jesus, I can feel her fingers still wet. She bends to the floor elegantly and picks up my bright pink knickers. Wordlessly, she pulls them up just above my knees, before taking my hand.
"Jump down." She says quietly.
"Why." I don't think my legs could take it.
"Trust me." She says sharply, still quiet. Her tone makes me get down immediately. She pulls my underwear up completely, and I feel utterly ridiculous, completely embarrassed.
"Your parents are back." She tells me quickly, just before my mum and dad walk through the door. They both stop in their tracks.
"Well, thanks for the juice, Katie." Effy smiles, almost looking innocent. "See you." She brushes past my parents and out the door.
Both my parents look ridiculously alarmed. My phone vibrates, and I ignore their stares, stalking past them and out of the kitchen, gaining a safe distance between us before finally glancing at my phone.
"That was nice." from Effy.
Cunt.
Pairing: Effy/Katie
Word count: 1650-ish.
Rating: M for naughty things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or any other Skins-y bits.
A/N: First go of a Katie/Effy fic. I quite enjoyed writing in first-person narrative for once, though. Anyway, comments/opinions would be especially appreciated for this one :D
Of all the fucking moments, she chooses now to walk in.
"Oh," a pathetic gasp escapes my lips. She just fucking stands there, watching.
My body arches upwards involuntarily, and my eyes shut tightly, because really, I just can't fucking take that stare. She looks so ridiculously indifferent, even as I grind on my own hand, almost completely naked.
And finally, when I come down from wave after wave of orgasm, she still just stands there.
"Jesus." I whisper and cover my eyes with both my hands, not bothering to cover myself up. What would be the point? She just saw me come all over my own hand. It really can't get much worse.
"You look pretty like that." She says flatly. I sigh heavily, raking my hands though my hair, just staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
I acknowledge her words, but choose not to reply, keeping eye-contact with the ceiling.
Jesus shit. You know when something goes so horrifically wrong that you can't even muster any kind of expression other than shock, even though you know you should be doing something else. Screaming, perhaps. That is how I currently feel.
I finally sit up and halfheartedly cover my breasts. She smirks.
"Suddenly modest." She observes.
"Fuck off, Effy." I sigh, reaching awkwardly for a t-shirt. It's slightly out of my reach.
And oh, the stupid bitch. She just breezes past, picking it up and handing it to me, stupidly calm.
I snatch it from her, grunting something that's supposed to resemble a thankyou. She offers me underwear too and I pull the knickers up my legs quickly, trying to retain some dignity.
"What do you want." I stand and cross my arms, still feeling horribly exposed. She just smiles and sits on my bed.
"It's rude not to offer your guests a drink."
***
Cunt.
"What would you like." I ask flatly as she jumps onto a counter.
"What have you got?" Her tone is polite, and it's increasingly irritating. I sigh through gritted teeth and move to the fridge, peering at the contents.
"A variety of juices." I say, unhelpfully.
"I would like one of those, then." She answers, and if it wasn't her saying it, I probably would have laughed. Instead, I say nothing, just close my eyes and try to count to ten.
one...
two...
ten.
"Can you just tell me why you're fucking here?" I errupt, turning to face her. She smiles.
"I was out of juice."
My jaw drops.
She's infuriating.
"You like mango juice." I tell her, giving up for the moment. She shrugs. "Great." I mutter, yanking the juice out quite violently, before moving to the other side of the kitchen to get a glass for her.
She makes no effort to move and I have to reach around her.
"What were you thinking about?" She asks, now staring at her nails.
"What?" I ask irritably, struggling to reach the glasses. If I were wearing heels I wouldn't be having this problem.
"When you came." I jump at her words, knocking over a glass. It shatters on the floor, and I instantly jump back from the shards of glass on the floor.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I glare, hands on hips. I'm aware my voice is a few octaves higher than usual. She finally drags her eyes away from her nails to meet mine, and says, slowly, purposefully.
"When you were on your bed, with your hand between your thighs. What were you thinking about."
I blush furiously, not sure what I could possibly say.
"I should get shoes." I try to turn and run from the situation, but she jumps off of the counter, glass crunching beneath her boots. She prowls over to me slowly.
I back up into a corner, suddenly quite afraid. My heart is pounding too fast, and something just doesn't feel right.
She's too close, definitely. We've never been this close before, not without a rock present. Which may be preferable.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammer. And Jesus fuck, when do I stammer? A smirk curls her lips, and she places a hand either side of me.
"Am I making you nervous" Her voice is low, and for fuck's sake. This is just stupid.
I try to tell her that she's making an arse of herself, that it would never happen. But the words won't form.
My lips move, and I imagine that I look a lot like a fish. But she just inches her face closer to my own, takes my bottom lip between her teeth. She never breaks eye-contact. My breath hitches, and I want to scream and push her away, but I'm frozen by the electrifying blue staring back at me.
She pulls back slightly, then lets go. She replaces her bite with soft lips on my own, gentle, brushing softly but firmly.
It's almost too soft, makes my heart flutter too much. She gently sucks on my lower lip, and I can't help but melt into her just a little bit. I do hate her.
When she pulls away, her lips are shiny, and her eyes glazed over with lust. For some reason it induces a blush, and I have to look away.
"Eff..." I try to say something, but find myself without any words. It doesn't matter anyway, she's pressed her lips back onto my own, firmer this time. Almost hungry.
I let out a soft mew of surprise as her hands wander up my thighs. She smirks into the kiss.
"Get up." She tells me.
"What?" My voice is low, husky from the kiss. I see a flash of excitement pass her eyes as my voice grates her ears.
"The counter, you twat. Get on it." I jump up, forgetting to protest her every word. This time she has to reach up to kiss me, and it gives me a sense of satisfaction, of dominance.
Dominance which soon disappears when her hand snakes up my inner thigh and toys with the edge of my underwear. I'm already so wet, I know.
She thumbs my clit through my knickers, and fuck me, it feels good. I want to roll my eyes at the stupidity of all this, but I feel so out of control of my own actions now.
And the stupid bint looks so smug right now, I just want to crush her. I try to say something offensive, something that'll break her front a little bit.
"I hate your bedroom." I gasp. She laughs loudly, and I wonder what on God's green motherfucking Earth made me think that was a good insult.
"Silly girl." She tears my underwear off completely, letting the bright pink, lacy garment fall to the floor.
Her eyebrow arches elegantly, and she murmurs something like "Jesus, you're wet." I just want to slap the stupid cow, but her lips find such a good spot, and I think I'm about to pass out.
She hooks my leg over her shoulder, gaining much better access I suspect, because I can feel her tongue working in the most magical of ways, working around my most sensitive places.
"Jesus!" I inhale sharply as she slides two fingers inside of me slowly, just adding to the sensations, before she pulls them out again. She's frustratingly slow, teasing me, I know. I can just feel it.
"Effy," I growl, my fist finding her hair. Her eyes meet mine, half-lidded, giddy with arousal. She raises a questioning brow, never slowing or speeding her tongue.
"Please," It comes much softer, much more desperate, than I ever intended it to. Her eyes close as she laps at me. I'm awfully embarrassed as her tongue slides, massaging my clit, over and over again, her fingers stroking me in just the right way. She speeds up as I get closer, thrusting into her.
Meeting eachother's movements makes it a lot scarier - much more like having sex together, a lot less like a random fuck.
"Effy," I breathe, needing just that bit more.
"What do you want?" She whispers between lapping at my cunt.
"Please," I know I'm begging now. I hate myself for it, but Jesus, if I don't come soon...
"Fuck!" It's not a scream, just a sharp gasp as she flicks my clit in just the right way, still stroking inside me, curling her fingers in a way I can't even deny. If I could articulate what I needed, it would have sounded something like this felt.
I buck into her as she circles my clit, letting me ride it out.
And when the final wave has crashed, I fall back against the wall, panting. My leg is still slung over her shoulder. If I felt exposed before, it did not compare to how I feel now.
I wince slightly as she pulls her fingers out and licks them clean, staring at me intensely.
She takes hold of my ankle and removes my leg from her shoulder, and Jesus, I can feel her fingers still wet. She bends to the floor elegantly and picks up my bright pink knickers. Wordlessly, she pulls them up just above my knees, before taking my hand.
"Jump down." She says quietly.
"Why." I don't think my legs could take it.
"Trust me." She says sharply, still quiet. Her tone makes me get down immediately. She pulls my underwear up completely, and I feel utterly ridiculous, completely embarrassed.
"Your parents are back." She tells me quickly, just before my mum and dad walk through the door. They both stop in their tracks.
"Well, thanks for the juice, Katie." Effy smiles, almost looking innocent. "See you." She brushes past my parents and out the door.
Both my parents look ridiculously alarmed. My phone vibrates, and I ignore their stares, stalking past them and out of the kitchen, gaining a safe distance between us before finally glancing at my phone.
"That was nice." from Effy.
Cunt.