Drabble- Skins- Katie/Effy- Monday
Title: Monday
pairing: Effy/Katie
disclaimer: I don't own Skins or this lovely pair of ladies.
summery:
Author Note: Effy is very,very attractive. Katie isn't to shabby herself. And I need a Beta.?
Effy pushes her against the wall of a nameless club and kisses her like she's the words she's never spoken. Katie pushes and pulls, but she can't get away and Effy, fucking Effy Stonem is stronger than her, keeping her propped up on the wall like a puppet she can string along, with her calculating eyes and broken smile. Effy forgets that Katie fucking Fitch doesn't like to be played, when she pulls away she slaps Effy so hard her scar throbs, like she's connected to Effy in an unknown (fucked) way.
Later, she'll lick her lips and taste something foreign, its like success and failure rolled into something sweet, but Katie, who isn't the daft cow that everyone thinks she is, can taste the truth. Something horrible and broken.
She dreams of Effy, standing in one of the many shirts she calls a dress. She's standing under a lamp post, snow catching her dark curls and if it wasn't for her breath misting into the air, she wouldn't believe she was there at all. From where Katie stands she can see tears streaming down Effy's face and Katie thinks they'd taste different, she thinks they'd taste like redemption. Effy Stonem has captivated her, even in her dreams, where she's everything, anything Katie wants her to be.
Giving in is like giving up and Effy is winning, taking what she wants. Katie doesn't have the option of walking away, she wonders how broken that must make her, that she doesn't want to.
pairing: Effy/Katie
disclaimer: I don't own Skins or this lovely pair of ladies.
summery:
Author Note: Effy is very,very attractive. Katie isn't to shabby herself. And I need a Beta.?
Effy pushes her against the wall of a nameless club and kisses her like she's the words she's never spoken. Katie pushes and pulls, but she can't get away and Effy, fucking Effy Stonem is stronger than her, keeping her propped up on the wall like a puppet she can string along, with her calculating eyes and broken smile. Effy forgets that Katie fucking Fitch doesn't like to be played, when she pulls away she slaps Effy so hard her scar throbs, like she's connected to Effy in an unknown (fucked) way.
Later, she'll lick her lips and taste something foreign, its like success and failure rolled into something sweet, but Katie, who isn't the daft cow that everyone thinks she is, can taste the truth. Something horrible and broken.
She dreams of Effy, standing in one of the many shirts she calls a dress. She's standing under a lamp post, snow catching her dark curls and if it wasn't for her breath misting into the air, she wouldn't believe she was there at all. From where Katie stands she can see tears streaming down Effy's face and Katie thinks they'd taste different, she thinks they'd taste like redemption. Effy Stonem has captivated her, even in her dreams, where she's everything, anything Katie wants her to be.
Giving in is like giving up and Effy is winning, taking what she wants. Katie doesn't have the option of walking away, she wonders how broken that must make her, that she doesn't want to.