Mean Girls Fic
My contribution to the femslash ficathon
Title: The Favourite
Fandom: Mean Girls
Pairing: Regina/Cady, references to Regina/Pretty much everyone
Rating: I guess R for language
Prompt: before the bus incident. Cady becomes Regina's favourite...
For: foreword
After she’d sent the others home, Regina opened a drawer for Cady that had been locked during the day.
“My mom gets nosy,” she shrugged by was of explanation. “And even though she bought me some of this stuff, I don’t really want my mom knowing my kinks.”
“You have kinks?” Cady sounded vaguely horrified. “We’re sixteen.”
“You mean you don’t? No way. It’s always the quiet ones. Come on, Cady. Y’ever been bitten before?”
“Yeah. By a dog. It was horrible.”
“Never by a girl wearing a strap-on?”
“A strap-what, now?”
Regina pulled a purple harness out of the drawer and threw it at Cady, who was sitting on the bed. “Make some sense of that, genius.”
Well, Cady couldn’t, but Regina did, later. Cady never knew that anyone could do that with their tongues, or what the feeling of teeth grazing her skin just there would do.
It wasn’t just the strap-on. Cady was never allowed to see into the drawer, but it seemed every time they were alone together, Regina brought out a new toy. The handcuffs came next - and the loss of control was exhilarating. Regina had put a hat on, as well. She carried a whip, but to Cady’s relief she didn’t use it.
”Next time,” she promised. Cady watched the shape of her perfect mouth and remembered what it could do to her, how it made the shivers go up her spine. How it sent every nerve in her body jangling in a way that was both wonderful and terrible. She almost missed the words, they didn’t seem important anyway, and in many ways she preferred it when Regina wasn’t talking.
She knew that Regina preferred her not to talk, and one day when Cady had worked her magic - and it had actually worked - for the first time, Regina spat a different name from between clenched teeth, and Cady had stopped, surprised at the sound of Gretchen’s name, suddenly hanging in the room.
“Don’t stop, loser.” Regina sounded angry, and Cady supposed it was because she’d lost control for a second.
Cady had suspected that she wasn’t the first, or perhaps even the only current one of Regina’s friends to have this kind of relationship with her. If you could call it that. Gretchen, though, Gretchen never seemed the type. Karen, certainly, but not Gretchen.
Cady tried, once, to talk to Regina about it, about this, what was going on. What she thought was going on.
“Quiet,” Regina told her with a frown. “You’re my favorite, you know that.”
“Really?” Cady asked, sounding like a little girl.
“Shut up, loser. I can think of at least four things your mouth is better at doing than talking.”
“Oh, really?” Cady tried to be coy. Regina laughed at her.
Cady’s mom started asking about the bruising at a point near the beginning.
“Has someone been hurting you?”
“No, mom.”
“Then - Cady. I told you, no boys in the house.”
“I know mom, I haven’t invited any boys back here. I promise.”
“Then where did they come from?”
“Maybe I walked into a door.”
Cady’s mom sighed and rolled her eyes.
“If someone was hurting you, you’d tell me, right?”
“Mom, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to let someone hurt me against my will.”
But she made Regina leave the bruises in less noticeable places from then on.
Regina asked if Karen or Gretchen could join them, sometime nearing her birthday. Cady barely dared to say no, but her body language must have indicated just how enamored of the idea she was, because Regina laughed as she licked her way lazily up Cady’s body.
“Come on, Karen’s great with her tongue. Almost as good as you.”
“Almost?”
“You didn’t think you’re the favorite just because you’re pretty, did you?”
At times, Cady wonders why she lets this carry on, why she lets Regina use her like this - because it’s always clear that that’s what she’s doing.
“But it’s not like you don’t get anything out of it,” she reasons to herself. “It’s give and take. It’s a balanced inequality. What she does for me is less than or equal to what I do for her, but it’s more equal than nothing. If anything is more equal than nothing.”
By mathematizing the sex, she moves it to a different part of her brain, to a place where she’s allowed to think about it in class, for one thing. She thinks in simultaneous equations and matrices while Regina touches her, and if four x squared is equal to seven y then why shouldn’t Cady eventually become just another of Regina’s exes?
And then the bus crash happens. The argument beforehand wasn’t the worst part - that was having to remember that she had been anticipating the sex later - it was always hottest when Regina was mad, when she actually wanted to hurt Cady. But as it turned out, it never happened again. Cady supposed that now Regina fucked the jock girls, probably in the showers after a game, when their blood was roaring and the sweat was still slick under the waistbands of their unflattering shorts.
Cady moved on. X squared can only become ex when it gets over X.
Title: The Favourite
Fandom: Mean Girls
Pairing: Regina/Cady, references to Regina/Pretty much everyone
Rating: I guess R for language
Prompt: before the bus incident. Cady becomes Regina's favourite...
For: foreword
After she’d sent the others home, Regina opened a drawer for Cady that had been locked during the day.
“My mom gets nosy,” she shrugged by was of explanation. “And even though she bought me some of this stuff, I don’t really want my mom knowing my kinks.”
“You have kinks?” Cady sounded vaguely horrified. “We’re sixteen.”
“You mean you don’t? No way. It’s always the quiet ones. Come on, Cady. Y’ever been bitten before?”
“Yeah. By a dog. It was horrible.”
“Never by a girl wearing a strap-on?”
“A strap-what, now?”
Regina pulled a purple harness out of the drawer and threw it at Cady, who was sitting on the bed. “Make some sense of that, genius.”
Well, Cady couldn’t, but Regina did, later. Cady never knew that anyone could do that with their tongues, or what the feeling of teeth grazing her skin just there would do.
It wasn’t just the strap-on. Cady was never allowed to see into the drawer, but it seemed every time they were alone together, Regina brought out a new toy. The handcuffs came next - and the loss of control was exhilarating. Regina had put a hat on, as well. She carried a whip, but to Cady’s relief she didn’t use it.
”Next time,” she promised. Cady watched the shape of her perfect mouth and remembered what it could do to her, how it made the shivers go up her spine. How it sent every nerve in her body jangling in a way that was both wonderful and terrible. She almost missed the words, they didn’t seem important anyway, and in many ways she preferred it when Regina wasn’t talking.
She knew that Regina preferred her not to talk, and one day when Cady had worked her magic - and it had actually worked - for the first time, Regina spat a different name from between clenched teeth, and Cady had stopped, surprised at the sound of Gretchen’s name, suddenly hanging in the room.
“Don’t stop, loser.” Regina sounded angry, and Cady supposed it was because she’d lost control for a second.
Cady had suspected that she wasn’t the first, or perhaps even the only current one of Regina’s friends to have this kind of relationship with her. If you could call it that. Gretchen, though, Gretchen never seemed the type. Karen, certainly, but not Gretchen.
Cady tried, once, to talk to Regina about it, about this, what was going on. What she thought was going on.
“Quiet,” Regina told her with a frown. “You’re my favorite, you know that.”
“Really?” Cady asked, sounding like a little girl.
“Shut up, loser. I can think of at least four things your mouth is better at doing than talking.”
“Oh, really?” Cady tried to be coy. Regina laughed at her.
Cady’s mom started asking about the bruising at a point near the beginning.
“Has someone been hurting you?”
“No, mom.”
“Then - Cady. I told you, no boys in the house.”
“I know mom, I haven’t invited any boys back here. I promise.”
“Then where did they come from?”
“Maybe I walked into a door.”
Cady’s mom sighed and rolled her eyes.
“If someone was hurting you, you’d tell me, right?”
“Mom, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to let someone hurt me against my will.”
But she made Regina leave the bruises in less noticeable places from then on.
Regina asked if Karen or Gretchen could join them, sometime nearing her birthday. Cady barely dared to say no, but her body language must have indicated just how enamored of the idea she was, because Regina laughed as she licked her way lazily up Cady’s body.
“Come on, Karen’s great with her tongue. Almost as good as you.”
“Almost?”
“You didn’t think you’re the favorite just because you’re pretty, did you?”
At times, Cady wonders why she lets this carry on, why she lets Regina use her like this - because it’s always clear that that’s what she’s doing.
“But it’s not like you don’t get anything out of it,” she reasons to herself. “It’s give and take. It’s a balanced inequality. What she does for me is less than or equal to what I do for her, but it’s more equal than nothing. If anything is more equal than nothing.”
By mathematizing the sex, she moves it to a different part of her brain, to a place where she’s allowed to think about it in class, for one thing. She thinks in simultaneous equations and matrices while Regina touches her, and if four x squared is equal to seven y then why shouldn’t Cady eventually become just another of Regina’s exes?
And then the bus crash happens. The argument beforehand wasn’t the worst part - that was having to remember that she had been anticipating the sex later - it was always hottest when Regina was mad, when she actually wanted to hurt Cady. But as it turned out, it never happened again. Cady supposed that now Regina fucked the jock girls, probably in the showers after a game, when their blood was roaring and the sweat was still slick under the waistbands of their unflattering shorts.
Cady moved on. X squared can only become ex when it gets over X.