They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me
TITLE: But Not Me
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): counted_stars
CHARACTER(S): Catty Turner and Kyp Durron
PROMPT: #056 I know
RECIPIENT: Hannah; feilyn
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Make-outs?
SPOILERS?: Naw
WORD COUNT: 1205
The apartment is quiet when she walks in, the click of her heels the only noise. She knows that Ren's still at the cantina, and Jaina never seems to be here anymore. As for Kyp? He's a wild card. But it's quiet, and she assumed that she is alone, reveling in the peace and solidarity.
The heels come off first as she steps into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch so that she can lean over and unhook the straps, humming a song to herself that sounds vaguely like 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. They fall to the floor in a golden heap, and she sighs with contentment. She flexes her legs, the red skirt falling between her thighs. Dancing has kept them in better shape than soccer ever did, but she gets tired of it, especially after nights like this. Her tan is almost nonexistent, skin growing paler than its ever been, causing her to frown a little and plan for a tanning session.
With another sigh, she slides off the couch's arm, shimmying out of the skirt-well, the two strips of cloth held together by an ornate belt, really-down over her hips until it pools on the floor.
Normally, she changes at work, but she didn't feel like sticking around long enough at work to do that. Normally, she wouldn't strip down to her underwear in a living room shared by three other people, two of them men. But nobody is home, right? And why shouldn't she indulge?
She pulls the band out of her hair, letting the locks tumble over her shoulders in a cascade as she walks from the living room to the kitchen area in only her underwear and the bikini top of her uniform.
“So this is what happens when you're left on your own,” she hears behind her, and she stumbles, pauses, and turns around quickly to look up into Kyp's face.
A deep blush rises to her cheeks, her face heating up as she attempts to find words. “No.” Catty means to say it firmly, maybe with a hint of something other than obvious embarrassment. She licks her lips nervously and pretends that she doesn't see Kyp's eyes flicker to her mouth and then move on downward in a none-too-quick glance. Pretending is easy for her, but not now, not when something heavy coils in her stomach. Her hands shake a bit. He grins. “How long have you been here?”
“If you're asking if I saw your show just now, then I did,” he tells her eyes still casually roaming. And she blushes even more. It's not like she's never seen these looks before, but it's something different with him. Less disgusting, more... intimate. She wishes she hadn't put words to it. “You're not paying attention, Apprentice. What if I had been an enemy?”
She wonders if he's still not at the moment, feeling entirely too exposed. But he's right, and she hates that. So she reigns herself in, hands on her hips as she tosses her head and gives him a smirk. “How do you know I didn't know you were there?”
The grin on his face is less amused now, more darker, and her nerves are on fire at the look. It takes only a second to realize what she's said. “And you thought it would be a good idea to put on a private show for your master?”
“Very funny, Kyp. Ha. Ha. Look at you, teaching lessons to your little student,” she grumbles, feeling young and stupid and confused as she attempts to walk past him and to her bedroom. “So I didn't know you were there. Give me a break.” Anger bubbles up under the surface, humiliation, and something she doesn't want to admit.
Kyp's fingers wrap tightly around her arm as she moves, holding her in the spot. Catty sighs loudly, swinging her eyes back to him. “Let me go. Since you're home, I'll... make dinner. I guess.”
“You're already in the kitchen,” he points out to her, and she licks her lips again, arm burning where he's touching her.
“I... I have to get dressed first...” She just wants him to let her go so that she can run and hide in her room like a little girl, which is incredibly stupid, she realizes.
Not that it matters, because he doesn't let her go. She meets his gaze with an annoyed and exasperated look of her own, making it clear that she wasn't in the mood for games. Finally, his grip relaxes, and she pulls away. Her body is thrumming, and she tries to ignore it. She counts her steps to the door, forcing her walk to be slow and not panicky, all too aware of his eyes on her. Almost there, almost...
His hands are on her shoulders as she reaches the closed door, and he spins her so that her back is pressed to the door, the metal uncomfortable on her skin. “You're afraid?”
“I'm getting pissed, there's a difference,” Catty counters, fidgeting under his look, his touch. He's too damn close. “You're being a creep, so just let me go, Kyp.” She doesn't mean it, though, and they both know it.
Kyp leans in close to her, and her heart speeds up. When she draws in breath, she feels surrounded by him, his scent, his power, and her legs tremble. “Why?”
She looks down, ignoring the shift in his stance as he presses closer to her, his hands dropping from her shoulders. She can move; he is letting her go, giving her the chance to escape. She doesn't take it. “I'm not Jaina,” she tells him in a soft, strained voice. There's a frustration bouncing around in her, knowing she has to say this before she can go. “I'm not going to yell, and I'm not going to hit you. I'm not going to bait you at every turn. I'm not her.” Her head tilts so that she's looking up at him. That amused smirk is back on his face, and it helps to relax her. “So just... don't, okay? I'm not what you're looking for.”
He brushes a strand of hair from her face, and she shivers. She's young and inexperienced and has been hurt too many times, and she knows without a doubt that he's going to hurt her, too. And she knows that he knows that, too. His breath tickles her ear as he leans down and whispers, “I know.”
She starts to wonder if he means that he knows all of what she was thinking when his lips press to hers, one hand on her hip. The other moves up her side and around to her back, pressed between the skin and her door. She falters, growing stiff as she stares at him with wide eyes, but this is happening. And she wants it.
Catty wants him, and as she pulls him closer, her fingers digging into his shoulders, his back, she only allows herself one reminder that this will end in pain before she loses herself in the moment.
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): counted_stars
CHARACTER(S): Catty Turner and Kyp Durron
PROMPT: #056 I know
RECIPIENT: Hannah; feilyn
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Make-outs?
SPOILERS?: Naw
WORD COUNT: 1205
The apartment is quiet when she walks in, the click of her heels the only noise. She knows that Ren's still at the cantina, and Jaina never seems to be here anymore. As for Kyp? He's a wild card. But it's quiet, and she assumed that she is alone, reveling in the peace and solidarity.
The heels come off first as she steps into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch so that she can lean over and unhook the straps, humming a song to herself that sounds vaguely like 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. They fall to the floor in a golden heap, and she sighs with contentment. She flexes her legs, the red skirt falling between her thighs. Dancing has kept them in better shape than soccer ever did, but she gets tired of it, especially after nights like this. Her tan is almost nonexistent, skin growing paler than its ever been, causing her to frown a little and plan for a tanning session.
With another sigh, she slides off the couch's arm, shimmying out of the skirt-well, the two strips of cloth held together by an ornate belt, really-down over her hips until it pools on the floor.
Normally, she changes at work, but she didn't feel like sticking around long enough at work to do that. Normally, she wouldn't strip down to her underwear in a living room shared by three other people, two of them men. But nobody is home, right? And why shouldn't she indulge?
She pulls the band out of her hair, letting the locks tumble over her shoulders in a cascade as she walks from the living room to the kitchen area in only her underwear and the bikini top of her uniform.
“So this is what happens when you're left on your own,” she hears behind her, and she stumbles, pauses, and turns around quickly to look up into Kyp's face.
A deep blush rises to her cheeks, her face heating up as she attempts to find words. “No.” Catty means to say it firmly, maybe with a hint of something other than obvious embarrassment. She licks her lips nervously and pretends that she doesn't see Kyp's eyes flicker to her mouth and then move on downward in a none-too-quick glance. Pretending is easy for her, but not now, not when something heavy coils in her stomach. Her hands shake a bit. He grins. “How long have you been here?”
“If you're asking if I saw your show just now, then I did,” he tells her eyes still casually roaming. And she blushes even more. It's not like she's never seen these looks before, but it's something different with him. Less disgusting, more... intimate. She wishes she hadn't put words to it. “You're not paying attention, Apprentice. What if I had been an enemy?”
She wonders if he's still not at the moment, feeling entirely too exposed. But he's right, and she hates that. So she reigns herself in, hands on her hips as she tosses her head and gives him a smirk. “How do you know I didn't know you were there?”
The grin on his face is less amused now, more darker, and her nerves are on fire at the look. It takes only a second to realize what she's said. “And you thought it would be a good idea to put on a private show for your master?”
“Very funny, Kyp. Ha. Ha. Look at you, teaching lessons to your little student,” she grumbles, feeling young and stupid and confused as she attempts to walk past him and to her bedroom. “So I didn't know you were there. Give me a break.” Anger bubbles up under the surface, humiliation, and something she doesn't want to admit.
Kyp's fingers wrap tightly around her arm as she moves, holding her in the spot. Catty sighs loudly, swinging her eyes back to him. “Let me go. Since you're home, I'll... make dinner. I guess.”
“You're already in the kitchen,” he points out to her, and she licks her lips again, arm burning where he's touching her.
“I... I have to get dressed first...” She just wants him to let her go so that she can run and hide in her room like a little girl, which is incredibly stupid, she realizes.
Not that it matters, because he doesn't let her go. She meets his gaze with an annoyed and exasperated look of her own, making it clear that she wasn't in the mood for games. Finally, his grip relaxes, and she pulls away. Her body is thrumming, and she tries to ignore it. She counts her steps to the door, forcing her walk to be slow and not panicky, all too aware of his eyes on her. Almost there, almost...
His hands are on her shoulders as she reaches the closed door, and he spins her so that her back is pressed to the door, the metal uncomfortable on her skin. “You're afraid?”
“I'm getting pissed, there's a difference,” Catty counters, fidgeting under his look, his touch. He's too damn close. “You're being a creep, so just let me go, Kyp.” She doesn't mean it, though, and they both know it.
Kyp leans in close to her, and her heart speeds up. When she draws in breath, she feels surrounded by him, his scent, his power, and her legs tremble. “Why?”
She looks down, ignoring the shift in his stance as he presses closer to her, his hands dropping from her shoulders. She can move; he is letting her go, giving her the chance to escape. She doesn't take it. “I'm not Jaina,” she tells him in a soft, strained voice. There's a frustration bouncing around in her, knowing she has to say this before she can go. “I'm not going to yell, and I'm not going to hit you. I'm not going to bait you at every turn. I'm not her.” Her head tilts so that she's looking up at him. That amused smirk is back on his face, and it helps to relax her. “So just... don't, okay? I'm not what you're looking for.”
He brushes a strand of hair from her face, and she shivers. She's young and inexperienced and has been hurt too many times, and she knows without a doubt that he's going to hurt her, too. And she knows that he knows that, too. His breath tickles her ear as he leans down and whispers, “I know.”
She starts to wonder if he means that he knows all of what she was thinking when his lips press to hers, one hand on her hip. The other moves up her side and around to her back, pressed between the skin and her door. She falters, growing stiff as she stares at him with wide eyes, but this is happening. And she wants it.
Catty wants him, and as she pulls him closer, her fingers digging into his shoulders, his back, she only allows herself one reminder that this will end in pain before she loses herself in the moment.