Unresolved
Title: Unresolved
Author: lilallisun
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An argument, a tension, an attraction, an inner conflict- all unresolved.
There was a hot tongue on her neck. Fingernails digging into her shoulders. Sharp, angular hips pressed to hers.
How did she get to this point? When did this even happen? She vagely remembers the argument- angry, pointless, fueled by jealousy and frustration. The words had slowly tapered off as the two women stared at each other.
She found her gaze moving restlessly over the other’s body. Her hair, her lips, her stomach… There were new words she wanted to say now. She always had to suppress the compulsion to narrate her thoughts at times like this- “I want to touch you; I’m going to scrape my nails up and down your thighs and then dig in, hard, and you’re going to scream.” And she had a tendency to get carried away.
So she didn’t say anything, and Cameron frowned at her wandering gaze. She lifted her eyes and knew, from the small look of shock, that Cameron had seen something strange in her expression. She might not have recognized it as lust, but there could be no mistake of it when Thirteen stepped forward and roughly took her by the hips. There were few things she loved more than the feeling of pointed hips under her palms. After the initial touch, she paused for a split second before pulling Cameron’s body to her own and holding her there tightly, one hand low and one high on her back.
Cameron gasped, and Thirteen waited a moment to gauge her reaction. She didn’t move; she was tense and breathing heavily.
Thirteen’s lower hand moved slowly downward to cup a handful of that ass, and at this, Cameron snapped.
Suddenly there were hands all over her- Cameron’s hands. Cameron. She pushed Thirteen’s head upwards, her fingers splayed across her jaw and neck for a moment before her mouth descended. She licked and sucked the softest parts of Thirteen’s neck, moving her hands to her shoulders to hold her in place.
Thirteen, for her part, was in amazement. How did the tables turn so quickly? She had not at all expected for Cameron to even be receptive, let alone take over…
Cameron backed Thirteen up against the wall, grabbed her hands and pressed them up against it so she couldn’t move them. She put her thigh between Thirteen’s legs and pressed upwards, leaning close and biting her above the collarbone.
Thirteen moaned, and the spell was broken.
Cameron stopped, deadly still. She stayed close, and kept Thirteen’s hands trapped against the wall. The sounds of breathing and Cameron’s extremely loud, panicked thoughts were all that could be heard in the room. Thirteen tried to control her breathing as she experimentally moved a hand. Cameron’s fingers dropped from her wrists like they had burned her. Like she didn’t know why they were there. She stepped back, her eyes wide and scared.
There, that was the reaction Thirteen had been expecting.
Cameron backed up slowly, staring at Thirteen and apparently dumbfounded. She didn’t flee right away- it was as if she was trying to convince herself that the previous events had not happened. As if she was trying to work out, in the twisted depths of her mind and heart, what exactly had just occurred.
Even after the last of Cameron’s willowy form was out of her sight, Thirteen stayed leaning against the wall. She gave a wry little smile.
She wasn’t the only one messed up here, after all.
Author: lilallisun
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An argument, a tension, an attraction, an inner conflict- all unresolved.
There was a hot tongue on her neck. Fingernails digging into her shoulders. Sharp, angular hips pressed to hers.
How did she get to this point? When did this even happen? She vagely remembers the argument- angry, pointless, fueled by jealousy and frustration. The words had slowly tapered off as the two women stared at each other.
She found her gaze moving restlessly over the other’s body. Her hair, her lips, her stomach… There were new words she wanted to say now. She always had to suppress the compulsion to narrate her thoughts at times like this- “I want to touch you; I’m going to scrape my nails up and down your thighs and then dig in, hard, and you’re going to scream.” And she had a tendency to get carried away.
So she didn’t say anything, and Cameron frowned at her wandering gaze. She lifted her eyes and knew, from the small look of shock, that Cameron had seen something strange in her expression. She might not have recognized it as lust, but there could be no mistake of it when Thirteen stepped forward and roughly took her by the hips. There were few things she loved more than the feeling of pointed hips under her palms. After the initial touch, she paused for a split second before pulling Cameron’s body to her own and holding her there tightly, one hand low and one high on her back.
Cameron gasped, and Thirteen waited a moment to gauge her reaction. She didn’t move; she was tense and breathing heavily.
Thirteen’s lower hand moved slowly downward to cup a handful of that ass, and at this, Cameron snapped.
Suddenly there were hands all over her- Cameron’s hands. Cameron. She pushed Thirteen’s head upwards, her fingers splayed across her jaw and neck for a moment before her mouth descended. She licked and sucked the softest parts of Thirteen’s neck, moving her hands to her shoulders to hold her in place.
Thirteen, for her part, was in amazement. How did the tables turn so quickly? She had not at all expected for Cameron to even be receptive, let alone take over…
Cameron backed Thirteen up against the wall, grabbed her hands and pressed them up against it so she couldn’t move them. She put her thigh between Thirteen’s legs and pressed upwards, leaning close and biting her above the collarbone.
Thirteen moaned, and the spell was broken.
Cameron stopped, deadly still. She stayed close, and kept Thirteen’s hands trapped against the wall. The sounds of breathing and Cameron’s extremely loud, panicked thoughts were all that could be heard in the room. Thirteen tried to control her breathing as she experimentally moved a hand. Cameron’s fingers dropped from her wrists like they had burned her. Like she didn’t know why they were there. She stepped back, her eyes wide and scared.
There, that was the reaction Thirteen had been expecting.
Cameron backed up slowly, staring at Thirteen and apparently dumbfounded. She didn’t flee right away- it was as if she was trying to convince herself that the previous events had not happened. As if she was trying to work out, in the twisted depths of her mind and heart, what exactly had just occurred.
Even after the last of Cameron’s willowy form was out of her sight, Thirteen stayed leaning against the wall. She gave a wry little smile.
She wasn’t the only one messed up here, after all.