bright blue saturday, cassie/tony (skins), nc-17
Title: bright blue saturday
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Cassie/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um. Erectile dysfunction? That shouldn't really be a warning, hahaha.
Summary: Smut, fluff. Cassie helps Tony somewhat with his 'downstairs problem', but neither of them expect anything more than just sex. We had this all wrong from the beginning.
A/N: This was going to be pure smut, which is why the first section is like 10x longer than the others. But then I got all soppy and I wanted it to mean something. *is hopeless romantic* Title from 'A&E' by Goldfrapp.
Her dress is thin and flimsy, and it catches on his watch and tears as he slides his hand beneath it. She doesn't seem to notice, just reaches down to move his hand from the warmth of her thigh to the damp heat of the crotch of her knickers. She holds it there, her head thrown back and her breath hitching in her long pale throat, and he watches her.
There are goosebumps on her arms; it's a cold night. He removes his hand from her loosening grip and pulls her towards him. "Inside?" he asks, and her mouth widens in a grin as she nods.
He fumbles in his pocket for his keys, staring blankly at the tangle of them in his palm. They all look the same and he can't remember which one he needs, and his fingers push between them aimlessly. He feels himself starting to panic, and then he sees the one with the red stripe across the top and he breathes a sigh of relief. Effy did it a few weeks ago, with her nail polish-he remembers now.
He smiles to himself and turns towards the door, but he can't get the key in, and he swears, agitated.
"Here," says Cassie gently, hand stilling on his back as she takes the key from his hand and slides it smoothly into the keyhole. It turns with a click and they go into the house.
It's difficult to say how they've ended up here. It started with a conversation at a club earlier that night, a bit of flirting and a lot of loneliness. They're both feeling kind of abandoned, really, abandoned by best friends and by people they thought were supposed to be more. And it shouldn't be so simple, to end up outside his house making out up against the front door, but it is, and neither of them have the strength to argue with it.
Upstairs, she presses him against the wall and sucks at the skin of his neck.
"Love..." he murmurs.
She draws back and looks up at him, stunned, her eyes wide. "Oh wow." And then she laughs, shaking her head. "Bite," she finishes, raising herself back onto the tips of her toes and burying her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
"Lovebite," he repeats, mostly to himself, remembering dark red bruise-like marks surrounding Michelle's collarbone, and the silky scarves she'd borrow from Cassie to cover them up for college.
Cassie drags him over to the desk. She clears a space before pushing herself up onto it, legs dangling over the edge. Knees together, she swings her legs, watching Tony, and then she spreads, pulling him between them. She reaches between his thighs, pressing her palm against his jeans, and he tenses.
"I told you," he says sharply. "Doesn't work."
"I know," she says, leaning up to press her cheek against his. Her voice is whispery-soft in his ear. "I don't mind. I want you to fuck me anyway."
Tony raises his eyebrows. "I think there might be some logistics issues there, Cass."
She laughs, rolling her big brown eyes. She hitches her dress up to her waist and he watches as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pulls them down. She drops them onto his carpet, and looks back up at him. All he can do is look at her, puzzled, wondering what she's got in mind.
"Like this," she says, grabbing his hand and pulling it forwards, once again between her legs, but with no barrier of fabric this time so he can feel the soft folds of skin.
Cassie guides his fingers until he can feel just how wet she is, slick against his fingertips, and he stares down, watching as she positions his fingers just how she wants them. She lets go, slowly.
"Got it?" she breathes, shakily, and he nods.
He can remember doing this before, to Michelle, to Abigail, to other girls he's got no chance of ever remembering. But the memories are hazy, like a dream, and all of a sudden it's like this is the first time for him, and he doesn't know what to do. His fingers stay where they are, wet now, pressed against Cassie's cunt. She tilts her hips a little, pushes herself forwards, rubbing herself against the palm of his hand. She gasps softly, and he runs his fingers up across her, trying to find her clit.
She sucks in a sharp breath and winces suddenly, flinching, and he pulls his hand away.
"Oh wow, sorry, no," she says, but the tone of her voice is kind, sympathetic without being patronising. "It's sensitive. You've got to be gentle." She pauses, then reaches up to stroke his cheek. "You don't remember how to do this, do you?"
Tony doesn't reply, but soon she has his hand between his legs again, finger poised at her opening, and she's murmuring, "Go on. Put it inside me."
He does, ever so slowly, marvelling at the slick tight feel of her, feeling it all as if for the first time. "Oh, wow," they both breathe together, and catch each other's eye, and laugh.
He cups his hand against her, sliding his finger deeper, and pushing against her folds with his palm. She hisses yes and wraps her arms around his neck, and he thrusts, once, twice, pushing his body closer to her until the back of his hand is at his own crotch.
"Take them off," Cassie says, a little breathless, gesturing to his jeans.
"Cass, it won't work," Tony snaps, his voice a little rough and harsh. "I can't do it. It just won't happen."
"I know," she says sweetly. "But I want you to take them off."
He slips his finger back out of her, and obediently undoes his jeans after kicking off his shoes. She's patient as he struggles with his belt and his zipper.
"You can keep your pants on," she says, watching him intently. "But take your shirt off."
He does, and she squirms on the desk. "Oh wow, lovely," she says happily, reaching for his hand to pull him back towards her.
"I want you back inside me," she whispers, and he pushes two fingers into her this time, pressing up closer against her, his other hand steady on her hipbone. "Pretend it's your cock," she says, her voice low. "Go on."
"What?" Tony says, almost wanting to laugh. It seems ridiculous. But at the same time, he has this feeling slowly curling through his body, something familiar and exciting, something sexual. This is sexual arousal without the hard-on, he realises, and it's weird, but it just might work.
"Go on," Cassie whispers again, then she raises her voice and says, "Fuck me."
He grabs her with his free hand and pulls her forwards, her arse on the very edge of the desk. She smiles and wraps her legs around his hips, her cunt against his hand, his hand against his cock. And he does pretend, and he does fuck her, thrusting his hips with every thrust of his fingers, as she rocks and moans against him, nails digging into his back.
"You like fucking me, don't you, Tony?" she murmurs, mouth wet and open against his neck as he thrusts into her, making the desk rock and bang against the wall. "You're so hard, so big inside me..."
Her words are lost soon, as he slides a third finger inside her, pressing his palm up against her clit, but it's okay, because he can do it on his own. He pictures his cock where his hand is; long and firm, slick from her wetness, fucking her hard. Somehow he's connecting the arousal that's in his brain and tingling, aimless, through his body with the movements of his hand, each thrust, each stroke bringing him closer and closer like he's really got somewhere to go.
"Tony, fuck, Tony, wow," Cassie groans, babbling, holding onto him tightly, gripping his back. And then she's tensing, clenching around him, shuddering against his chest, and he slows and stares at her face, watching her lips slacken and her eyes squeeze tightly shut.
And then it stops and she's limp in his arms, trying to catch her breath, running a hand through her sweaty, tangled hair. When it seems she's recovered, a good few minutes later, he says, "You're amazing," and she turns to smile at him as she wipes the desk with a tissue, and says "So are you."
And he thinks that maybe they both mean it.
* * *
"I was joking, you know," she says, about five days later, as they lie naked on his bed, drying off after sex in the shower. (And by now it really is sex, to Tony, like he's forgotten there's any other kind.)
"About what?" he asks, turning to look at her. Her eyes are focused on the ceiling, and her blonde hair is darkened by the water and spread out across his pillow, getting it damp.
"When I said we should go out," she answers, simply.
"Oh." He looks up at the ceiling too. The paint is flaking off in top left corner.
She rolls over and curves her body up against his, hooking a leg over his stomach. Her pubic hair is soft against his hip, and she nuzzles into his shoulder. "I only said it because of Sid and Michelle," she adds.
"I know," he says.
There's a very long pause, and it gets to the point where Tony thinks he should probably kick her out of bed if it's all a bit of a joke to her, and then she speaks again.
"I'm serious now, though," she says, and kisses his jawline.
He laughs, relieved, and flicks her shoulder. She flicks him back. He pinches her, and she gets on top of him, straddling his stomach and pinning him down. She counts to three amongst giggles.
Ending up underneath a naked Cassie, Tony decides, is not a bad way to lose a fight.
* * *
She comes with him to the swimming pool next week, and sits on the side with Effy, dangling her legs in the water as she watches him. She separates his tube of Smarties into groups of colour.
"There are too many reds," she says, crossly, counting the chocolates again.
"How many?" Effy asks.
"Three too many," she replies. "The other colours are all equal."
Effy tilts her head to the side, then picks up three red Smarties and pops them one by one into her mouth, grinning.
"Oh wow," says Cassie. "Open your mouth. Your tongue's bright red."
"I licked the shell off."
Cassie smiles at her, wide and genuine, and then looks down at the orange Smarties in her hand. She drops one into the pool. "If I put them all in," she says, gazing at the Smartie as it floats on the surface of the water, "the water would be like a rainbow."
Tony splashes over at this point, and eats the Smartie before it even has a chance of turning the swimming pool orange. "You girls having fun?"
"Yeah," says Cassie happily. "You're doing so well, Tony. Remember what your reward is if you do a length this time."
"Oh, I remember," he smirks, and Effy makes a gagging face at them.
Tony splashes his sister, and she shrieks, and Cassie puts the Smarties back into the tube in rainbow order, smiling to herself as she listens to their bickering.
* * *
He gets hard the next time he's fingering her, and they're both stunned. He loses the erection almost immediately, but she won't let it deter him. She just says, "You'll be able to, you will," and clenches her thighs around his hand, kissing him hard on the lips.
* * *
And she's right, because he does, only a few days after, and she guides his erection inside her for stimulation before he has a chance to lose it. She giggles at him, at the look on his face and the way he fucks her-clumsy but so, so enthusiastic.
"Wow, it really is like it's your first time," she smiles, clutching his arse and wrapping her legs around him.
He comes about three seconds later, but she doesn't care. They've got all the time in the world to get this right-to get this perfect-and she's never really minded waiting.
* * *
"He seems so much better," says Michelle, downing her fourth vodka and orange, and eyeing Tony and Cassie from across the room.
"Who?" asks Sid.
"Tony, you twat," says Michelle, rolling her eyes at him. "Can't you see? Don't you think he seems better?"
"Cassie seems better too," Sid says, frowning. He hesitates, and then adds, "We don't have any right to be upset, you know, though."
"Do you think I fucking care?" Michelle snaps, and Sid thinks that maybe four drinks was one too many. "Look at them. Look at them."
Sid does, for a moment. "But look at us," he says hopefully. "Don't you think maybe we had it all wrong in the beginning?"
Michelle doesn't answer. Sid isn't even sure that she's heard.
On the other side of the room, Tony says, "We had this all wrong in the beginning, didn't we?" and Cassie nods and smiles and kisses him on the cheek.
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Cassie/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um. Erectile dysfunction? That shouldn't really be a warning, hahaha.
Summary: Smut, fluff. Cassie helps Tony somewhat with his 'downstairs problem', but neither of them expect anything more than just sex. We had this all wrong from the beginning.
A/N: This was going to be pure smut, which is why the first section is like 10x longer than the others. But then I got all soppy and I wanted it to mean something. *is hopeless romantic* Title from 'A&E' by Goldfrapp.
Her dress is thin and flimsy, and it catches on his watch and tears as he slides his hand beneath it. She doesn't seem to notice, just reaches down to move his hand from the warmth of her thigh to the damp heat of the crotch of her knickers. She holds it there, her head thrown back and her breath hitching in her long pale throat, and he watches her.
There are goosebumps on her arms; it's a cold night. He removes his hand from her loosening grip and pulls her towards him. "Inside?" he asks, and her mouth widens in a grin as she nods.
He fumbles in his pocket for his keys, staring blankly at the tangle of them in his palm. They all look the same and he can't remember which one he needs, and his fingers push between them aimlessly. He feels himself starting to panic, and then he sees the one with the red stripe across the top and he breathes a sigh of relief. Effy did it a few weeks ago, with her nail polish-he remembers now.
He smiles to himself and turns towards the door, but he can't get the key in, and he swears, agitated.
"Here," says Cassie gently, hand stilling on his back as she takes the key from his hand and slides it smoothly into the keyhole. It turns with a click and they go into the house.
It's difficult to say how they've ended up here. It started with a conversation at a club earlier that night, a bit of flirting and a lot of loneliness. They're both feeling kind of abandoned, really, abandoned by best friends and by people they thought were supposed to be more. And it shouldn't be so simple, to end up outside his house making out up against the front door, but it is, and neither of them have the strength to argue with it.
Upstairs, she presses him against the wall and sucks at the skin of his neck.
"Love..." he murmurs.
She draws back and looks up at him, stunned, her eyes wide. "Oh wow." And then she laughs, shaking her head. "Bite," she finishes, raising herself back onto the tips of her toes and burying her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
"Lovebite," he repeats, mostly to himself, remembering dark red bruise-like marks surrounding Michelle's collarbone, and the silky scarves she'd borrow from Cassie to cover them up for college.
Cassie drags him over to the desk. She clears a space before pushing herself up onto it, legs dangling over the edge. Knees together, she swings her legs, watching Tony, and then she spreads, pulling him between them. She reaches between his thighs, pressing her palm against his jeans, and he tenses.
"I told you," he says sharply. "Doesn't work."
"I know," she says, leaning up to press her cheek against his. Her voice is whispery-soft in his ear. "I don't mind. I want you to fuck me anyway."
Tony raises his eyebrows. "I think there might be some logistics issues there, Cass."
She laughs, rolling her big brown eyes. She hitches her dress up to her waist and he watches as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pulls them down. She drops them onto his carpet, and looks back up at him. All he can do is look at her, puzzled, wondering what she's got in mind.
"Like this," she says, grabbing his hand and pulling it forwards, once again between her legs, but with no barrier of fabric this time so he can feel the soft folds of skin.
Cassie guides his fingers until he can feel just how wet she is, slick against his fingertips, and he stares down, watching as she positions his fingers just how she wants them. She lets go, slowly.
"Got it?" she breathes, shakily, and he nods.
He can remember doing this before, to Michelle, to Abigail, to other girls he's got no chance of ever remembering. But the memories are hazy, like a dream, and all of a sudden it's like this is the first time for him, and he doesn't know what to do. His fingers stay where they are, wet now, pressed against Cassie's cunt. She tilts her hips a little, pushes herself forwards, rubbing herself against the palm of his hand. She gasps softly, and he runs his fingers up across her, trying to find her clit.
She sucks in a sharp breath and winces suddenly, flinching, and he pulls his hand away.
"Oh wow, sorry, no," she says, but the tone of her voice is kind, sympathetic without being patronising. "It's sensitive. You've got to be gentle." She pauses, then reaches up to stroke his cheek. "You don't remember how to do this, do you?"
Tony doesn't reply, but soon she has his hand between his legs again, finger poised at her opening, and she's murmuring, "Go on. Put it inside me."
He does, ever so slowly, marvelling at the slick tight feel of her, feeling it all as if for the first time. "Oh, wow," they both breathe together, and catch each other's eye, and laugh.
He cups his hand against her, sliding his finger deeper, and pushing against her folds with his palm. She hisses yes and wraps her arms around his neck, and he thrusts, once, twice, pushing his body closer to her until the back of his hand is at his own crotch.
"Take them off," Cassie says, a little breathless, gesturing to his jeans.
"Cass, it won't work," Tony snaps, his voice a little rough and harsh. "I can't do it. It just won't happen."
"I know," she says sweetly. "But I want you to take them off."
He slips his finger back out of her, and obediently undoes his jeans after kicking off his shoes. She's patient as he struggles with his belt and his zipper.
"You can keep your pants on," she says, watching him intently. "But take your shirt off."
He does, and she squirms on the desk. "Oh wow, lovely," she says happily, reaching for his hand to pull him back towards her.
"I want you back inside me," she whispers, and he pushes two fingers into her this time, pressing up closer against her, his other hand steady on her hipbone. "Pretend it's your cock," she says, her voice low. "Go on."
"What?" Tony says, almost wanting to laugh. It seems ridiculous. But at the same time, he has this feeling slowly curling through his body, something familiar and exciting, something sexual. This is sexual arousal without the hard-on, he realises, and it's weird, but it just might work.
"Go on," Cassie whispers again, then she raises her voice and says, "Fuck me."
He grabs her with his free hand and pulls her forwards, her arse on the very edge of the desk. She smiles and wraps her legs around his hips, her cunt against his hand, his hand against his cock. And he does pretend, and he does fuck her, thrusting his hips with every thrust of his fingers, as she rocks and moans against him, nails digging into his back.
"You like fucking me, don't you, Tony?" she murmurs, mouth wet and open against his neck as he thrusts into her, making the desk rock and bang against the wall. "You're so hard, so big inside me..."
Her words are lost soon, as he slides a third finger inside her, pressing his palm up against her clit, but it's okay, because he can do it on his own. He pictures his cock where his hand is; long and firm, slick from her wetness, fucking her hard. Somehow he's connecting the arousal that's in his brain and tingling, aimless, through his body with the movements of his hand, each thrust, each stroke bringing him closer and closer like he's really got somewhere to go.
"Tony, fuck, Tony, wow," Cassie groans, babbling, holding onto him tightly, gripping his back. And then she's tensing, clenching around him, shuddering against his chest, and he slows and stares at her face, watching her lips slacken and her eyes squeeze tightly shut.
And then it stops and she's limp in his arms, trying to catch her breath, running a hand through her sweaty, tangled hair. When it seems she's recovered, a good few minutes later, he says, "You're amazing," and she turns to smile at him as she wipes the desk with a tissue, and says "So are you."
And he thinks that maybe they both mean it.
* * *
"I was joking, you know," she says, about five days later, as they lie naked on his bed, drying off after sex in the shower. (And by now it really is sex, to Tony, like he's forgotten there's any other kind.)
"About what?" he asks, turning to look at her. Her eyes are focused on the ceiling, and her blonde hair is darkened by the water and spread out across his pillow, getting it damp.
"When I said we should go out," she answers, simply.
"Oh." He looks up at the ceiling too. The paint is flaking off in top left corner.
She rolls over and curves her body up against his, hooking a leg over his stomach. Her pubic hair is soft against his hip, and she nuzzles into his shoulder. "I only said it because of Sid and Michelle," she adds.
"I know," he says.
There's a very long pause, and it gets to the point where Tony thinks he should probably kick her out of bed if it's all a bit of a joke to her, and then she speaks again.
"I'm serious now, though," she says, and kisses his jawline.
He laughs, relieved, and flicks her shoulder. She flicks him back. He pinches her, and she gets on top of him, straddling his stomach and pinning him down. She counts to three amongst giggles.
Ending up underneath a naked Cassie, Tony decides, is not a bad way to lose a fight.
* * *
She comes with him to the swimming pool next week, and sits on the side with Effy, dangling her legs in the water as she watches him. She separates his tube of Smarties into groups of colour.
"There are too many reds," she says, crossly, counting the chocolates again.
"How many?" Effy asks.
"Three too many," she replies. "The other colours are all equal."
Effy tilts her head to the side, then picks up three red Smarties and pops them one by one into her mouth, grinning.
"Oh wow," says Cassie. "Open your mouth. Your tongue's bright red."
"I licked the shell off."
Cassie smiles at her, wide and genuine, and then looks down at the orange Smarties in her hand. She drops one into the pool. "If I put them all in," she says, gazing at the Smartie as it floats on the surface of the water, "the water would be like a rainbow."
Tony splashes over at this point, and eats the Smartie before it even has a chance of turning the swimming pool orange. "You girls having fun?"
"Yeah," says Cassie happily. "You're doing so well, Tony. Remember what your reward is if you do a length this time."
"Oh, I remember," he smirks, and Effy makes a gagging face at them.
Tony splashes his sister, and she shrieks, and Cassie puts the Smarties back into the tube in rainbow order, smiling to herself as she listens to their bickering.
* * *
He gets hard the next time he's fingering her, and they're both stunned. He loses the erection almost immediately, but she won't let it deter him. She just says, "You'll be able to, you will," and clenches her thighs around his hand, kissing him hard on the lips.
* * *
And she's right, because he does, only a few days after, and she guides his erection inside her for stimulation before he has a chance to lose it. She giggles at him, at the look on his face and the way he fucks her-clumsy but so, so enthusiastic.
"Wow, it really is like it's your first time," she smiles, clutching his arse and wrapping her legs around him.
He comes about three seconds later, but she doesn't care. They've got all the time in the world to get this right-to get this perfect-and she's never really minded waiting.
* * *
"He seems so much better," says Michelle, downing her fourth vodka and orange, and eyeing Tony and Cassie from across the room.
"Who?" asks Sid.
"Tony, you twat," says Michelle, rolling her eyes at him. "Can't you see? Don't you think he seems better?"
"Cassie seems better too," Sid says, frowning. He hesitates, and then adds, "We don't have any right to be upset, you know, though."
"Do you think I fucking care?" Michelle snaps, and Sid thinks that maybe four drinks was one too many. "Look at them. Look at them."
Sid does, for a moment. "But look at us," he says hopefully. "Don't you think maybe we had it all wrong in the beginning?"
Michelle doesn't answer. Sid isn't even sure that she's heard.
On the other side of the room, Tony says, "We had this all wrong in the beginning, didn't we?" and Cassie nods and smiles and kisses him on the cheek.