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For the 3/21/08 pornathon. Kim Merrill/Lilly Kane, Milliways.
Why yes, this is a totally inappropriate journal for the following ficlet!
"See?" Lilly says, flopping onto one of then nightclub's couches. "Totally legitimate. Not skanky or -- what did you call it? -- havey-cavey. Nothing havy-cavey at all."
Kim shrugs her jacket closer. "Where're the girls?"
Lilly arches an eyebrow. "I don't know that any of them are on duty right now, but I could find out. Do you want to try someone out?" A though strikes. "How old are you, anyway?"
"What? No! I--" Kim stammers. "Seventeen, I think. Why d'you--"
Lilly grins. "Oh, plenty old enough then." She stands up to grab Kim's hand and pull her down onto the couch. Startled, Kim doesn't have time to resist. "Tell you what," Lilly says, leaning in, "your first time is free."
"But I--"
She doesn't get any more out before Lilly's lips are on hers.
. . . Kim doesn't really have any context, but as far as she can tell, this is a very good kiss.
Lilly finally breaks it and says, as Kim catches her breath, "You what? Haven't done this before? Don't worry about it, Kim." She runs her hand up Kim's thight. "We'll go sl--"
Kim gasps.
"--oh."
Lilly frowns and squeezes again, experimentally; Kim gasps again and grabs Lilly's wrist -- but doesn't pull her hand away. Lilly lifts her other hand and puts it on Kim's chest, still with that slightly bemused look. The bemusement lifts a moment later.
"You're a girl."
Reddening, Kim nods. "Why'd you think I was so nattered about . . ."
"Well," Lilly replies bluntly, "I figured you were a virgin." Her fingers move, and she grins as Kim's breath stutters. "Which I'm still figuring."
Retrieving her hand from Kim's grip, she starts the unbutton the other girl's shirt, grinning up at her as pale skin comes into view. "Don't worry," she repeats, head descending with her hands. "We'll go sl--"
". . . Oh."
Why yes, this is a totally inappropriate journal for the following ficlet!
"See?" Lilly says, flopping onto one of then nightclub's couches. "Totally legitimate. Not skanky or -- what did you call it? -- havey-cavey. Nothing havy-cavey at all."
Kim shrugs her jacket closer. "Where're the girls?"
Lilly arches an eyebrow. "I don't know that any of them are on duty right now, but I could find out. Do you want to try someone out?" A though strikes. "How old are you, anyway?"
"What? No! I--" Kim stammers. "Seventeen, I think. Why d'you--"
Lilly grins. "Oh, plenty old enough then." She stands up to grab Kim's hand and pull her down onto the couch. Startled, Kim doesn't have time to resist. "Tell you what," Lilly says, leaning in, "your first time is free."
"But I--"
She doesn't get any more out before Lilly's lips are on hers.
. . . Kim doesn't really have any context, but as far as she can tell, this is a very good kiss.
Lilly finally breaks it and says, as Kim catches her breath, "You what? Haven't done this before? Don't worry about it, Kim." She runs her hand up Kim's thight. "We'll go sl--"
Kim gasps.
"--oh."
Lilly frowns and squeezes again, experimentally; Kim gasps again and grabs Lilly's wrist -- but doesn't pull her hand away. Lilly lifts her other hand and puts it on Kim's chest, still with that slightly bemused look. The bemusement lifts a moment later.
"You're a girl."
Reddening, Kim nods. "Why'd you think I was so nattered about . . ."
"Well," Lilly replies bluntly, "I figured you were a virgin." Her fingers move, and she grins as Kim's breath stutters. "Which I'm still figuring."
Retrieving her hand from Kim's grip, she starts the unbutton the other girl's shirt, grinning up at her as pale skin comes into view. "Don't worry," she repeats, head descending with her hands. "We'll go sl--"
". . . Oh."