Lily/Kat- RPF- Off I go part 3/?
Title:e Off I Go Part 3
Author: izziengeorge
Pairing: Kat Prescott/Lily Loveless
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Make no money and mean no harm. This is NOT real, But if Lily or Kat is reading this, Lily you may be gay, but close a fucking nuff cause Kat is gay enough for the two of you. KISS THE POCKETS OF THE MAGIC DENIM JACKET
Off I go
It's a common misconception that Kat is better friends with Lily than she is, but Meg is the one who knows Lily better, as a friend. Obviously.
Kat is friends with everyone - too busy being the life of the party to get to know someone, too busy getting fucked out of her mind with the closest person to her at the right moment. Meg thinks it’s ironic that people love her so fucking much simply because they love Emily.
She feels like she should just say it in the middle of an interview, ‘Kathryn fucking Prescott is nothing like Emily Fitch.’
Except when she is and in those moments Meg hates herself for disliking her twin because she's such a good actress. Then she remembers a time before all the piercings, before a drink and a fag just belonged in her hand, when she could be quiet, small, horribly insecure and Emily and Kat start to blur in her mind, to the point where she can't distinguish who is who. She’s not sure she wants to.
And it all comes back to Lily Loveless, what kind of name is Lily Loveless anyway? Because Meg had thought she had figured Kat out - a slightly vapid alcoholic with whorish tendencies, but overall a generally happy person, lively and outgoing and despite her selfishness, there for you when you need her.
Now when she looks at Kat, it looks like she's pretending, trying fantastically hard to be someone she's not. Because when Lily is around, there's a look she gets on her face and it's so longing it makes Meg think Kat's only acting when she's being Kat, that Emily comes naturally, loving the blonde does too.
Even if she's too busy acting like a blown cunt to figure it out.
She wakes with her face pressed into a pillow that isn't hers and Lily's warmth pressed into her back, one of Lily's feet in her hair. She drops her face back into the pillow and moans at the pain that bounces in her head, promising anyone listening that she'll never drink another drop of booze if her headache goes away. Pauses and then changes her mind, ‘a week’ she thinks, ‘I'll go a week’.
She likes to be honest, even if just to herself in her head.
Then she hears the soft knock at the door and something in that knock, so very unsure, makes her get out of bed and answer it. She falters for a moment getting up, dizzily reaching for the bed as black clouds her vision. She pushes off the bed and throws open the door only to find her twin standing in front of her, looking like she's had a very long night.
"You look like shit." Meg thinks if Kat looks bad, she doesn't even want to look in the mirror, Kat has always had a way of looking good no matter how she feels.
"Yes, I suppose I would." Kat smiles softly at Meg and brushes her hands behind her ear, the gesture is years old, but something that hasn't been done in so long. Meg can't even help herself as she leans into the hand stroking her hair, unwilling to admit that she's missed this, Kat's affection.
"Lily's still sleeping." Meg regrets her words as soon as they’re out of her mouth, Kat's hand freezes on the tips of her hair and her smile fades.
"I'll just come back then, yeah?" Kat already turned away, before Meg reached out and grabbed the sleeve of her shirt.
"Wake her up then, we've got to be on set soon anyway." Meg slips down the hall at a brisk walk, feeling slightly guilty about leaving Kat to wake up a hung over Lily Loveless, given the fact that Kat is the reason she feels like shit in the first place. She pauses in the hallway, angry with herself for feeling like she's left Kat to the lions. And fuck her for being the nicer twin as she turns around to help.
The fucking retard didn't even close the door; she’s about to voice her opinion before she sees the scene inside.
She stops dead at the entrance of the door, Kat sitting on the edge of the bed, her face pulled back in a small frown as she strokes Lily’s cheek with such love, that Meg thinks for a moment she's interrupted filming. She knows deep down that she's being privy to something that's horribly intimate, but she's connected to Kat and she wants to know if she'll ever look at someone like that, be touched by someone the way Kat is touching the sleeping blonde.
Like she can't even help herself.
She has a brief and unexplainable impulse to start yelling, very loudly, about hippos, but she resists the urge only because Lily is waking up. Kat tries to pull away, but something keeps her lingering there, with her hand cupping Lily's cheek and it hurts Meg that Lily's look softens when she sees Kat at first, only to darken magnificently when she remembers the night before. Lily props herself against the headboard and Kat's hand falls limp into Lily's lap.
"Hello." Kat whispers roughly into the silent room. Meg thinks, ‘cunt’, because honestly after fucking something up with someone, do you start the conversation with ‘hello’. Better yet, do you wake the said person up by leaning over them, with rather (violently) wild red hair? Meg ponders the possibility of what she would have done to Kat if she were the one in that bed.
Push her off the bed, with significantly more force then she used with the bunk beds, to make up for the smaller distance from bed to floor, also because Kat has become progressively more daft since the bunk bed incident happened so she thinks it will take more for the impact to register.
Lily isn't her and all she does is stare at Kat like this is what she expected, for her anger and discomfort to be ignored.
"I'm sorry." Kat’s voice sounds genuine to Megs ears, like she's ashamed and done something wrong. Meg’s interest is piqued at that alone, because Kat never feels very guilty for the shit she pulls, even when it's so obviously wrong.
Like fucking a twenty-six year old woman in a dirty pub bathroom while the woman's husband sits on a bar stool waiting. Meg finds it funny that pissing Lily off, makes Kat feel more then ruining someone’s marriage.
"Kat, what you do is your own-"
And what Kat does next surprises them both, leaning forward and pressing her mouth against Lily's, cupping the blonde's face tenderly before pulling away. Meg wonders if her face is half as shocked as Lily's, she also wonders how bad Lily's breath must have been because Meg's mouth feels like something came in, burrowed, fucked something more revolting than itself and died.
"Right, fuck, sorry. I wanted to say that I was sorry."
Lily doesn't move, Kat doesn't move, Meg sure as fuck doesn't move.
It's quiet, very quiet, until Meg can't stand to see Kat cower away from what she wants and Lily, unable to fight what she knows she needs. The whole situation is well fucked, Meg knows to walk away.
She passes Lisa in the hall and the odd blonde smiles widely wishing her a good morning and presses a kiss to her cheek.
Only to whisper that she had gotten laid and it was, in fact, fucking mint.
Meg tries to remember when times were simple.
Thank (obviously) to K_candy
PRAY TO POPE MEG, MAY HER *NODSNODSNODS* SHINE ACROSS THE SCREEN FOR YOU.