Garlic #20, Cotton Candy #4, Carob #25, with Fresh Peaches - Medicate
Author: askingxalice
Title: Medicate
Summary: When in doubt, Sarah asks Oz.
Story: Phase
Timeline: April 2016 - Sarah is 27, Oz is 30.
Challenge: Garlic #20 (My Treat - "Don't ever call me a 'lucky charm' again"), Cotton Candy #4 (just for you), Carob #25 (selflessness)
Toppings/Extras: Fresh Peaches (your nurturing instinct is coming out)
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG-13
"You cannot seriously be asking me to do this.” Oz grumbled as he stepped out of the shower, not even seeming to care about his nudity as he started to dry off.
Sarah only frowned, not even fazed by the nudity. She took no shame in looking before she answered. “Well, it’s not like I have anyone else to ask, you potato addicted jackass.”
“Stop staring at my dick, Sarah. Even if you were a guy, there wouldn’t be a chance.”
“Because Andy is your one true love, forever and ever?”
“Because you’re too fucking short. Imagine the hassle it would be you wanted to give me head. There’d be neck strain involved.”
She only gave a rather fake smile, before a grimace took over. “Look, it’s not like it’s my first choice either. But Chloe is with Andy, at his parent’s house, and the breast pump is broken, and if I tried to travel to either get the baby or get a new one, I’d go insane with pain. And, nothing will squeeze out when I try. It fucking hurts, Oz.”
“That’s what you get for having tits.”
“Well, right now, I have the female equivalent of blue balls. I have blue balls of the tits, Oz. And I’m not asking you to drink anything, I’m not asking you to enjoy it. I’m just asking you to treat me like the goddamn family cow and milk me, because Jesus Christ, it hurts.”
“You’re asking me to suck milk out of your nipples.”
“After I carried your kid for nine months! Come on, Oz, please? Please, please, please, just be my lucky charm this one time. It hurts so bad and I'll never ask you to do anything like this again, everything is just engorged and it hurts, and just.... be the baby.”
Towel finally wrapped around his waist, Oz pinched the bridge of his nose and seriously considered running away from home. Again. Because this is the kind of thing people go to therapy for. “Let me get dressed first. If one of us is going to be sucking on anybody nipples, I’d rather we both be fully clothed.”
“Love you, Irishman.”
“Don’t ever call me a ‘lucky charm’ again. Or I’ll shove a leprechaun up your ass.”
“Is that how Andy likes it?”
“...Shut up, Sarah.”
Title: Medicate
Summary: When in doubt, Sarah asks Oz.
Story: Phase
Timeline: April 2016 - Sarah is 27, Oz is 30.
Challenge: Garlic #20 (My Treat - "Don't ever call me a 'lucky charm' again"), Cotton Candy #4 (just for you), Carob #25 (selflessness)
Toppings/Extras: Fresh Peaches (your nurturing instinct is coming out)
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG-13
"You cannot seriously be asking me to do this.” Oz grumbled as he stepped out of the shower, not even seeming to care about his nudity as he started to dry off.
Sarah only frowned, not even fazed by the nudity. She took no shame in looking before she answered. “Well, it’s not like I have anyone else to ask, you potato addicted jackass.”
“Stop staring at my dick, Sarah. Even if you were a guy, there wouldn’t be a chance.”
“Because Andy is your one true love, forever and ever?”
“Because you’re too fucking short. Imagine the hassle it would be you wanted to give me head. There’d be neck strain involved.”
She only gave a rather fake smile, before a grimace took over. “Look, it’s not like it’s my first choice either. But Chloe is with Andy, at his parent’s house, and the breast pump is broken, and if I tried to travel to either get the baby or get a new one, I’d go insane with pain. And, nothing will squeeze out when I try. It fucking hurts, Oz.”
“That’s what you get for having tits.”
“Well, right now, I have the female equivalent of blue balls. I have blue balls of the tits, Oz. And I’m not asking you to drink anything, I’m not asking you to enjoy it. I’m just asking you to treat me like the goddamn family cow and milk me, because Jesus Christ, it hurts.”
“You’re asking me to suck milk out of your nipples.”
“After I carried your kid for nine months! Come on, Oz, please? Please, please, please, just be my lucky charm this one time. It hurts so bad and I'll never ask you to do anything like this again, everything is just engorged and it hurts, and just.... be the baby.”
Towel finally wrapped around his waist, Oz pinched the bridge of his nose and seriously considered running away from home. Again. Because this is the kind of thing people go to therapy for. “Let me get dressed first. If one of us is going to be sucking on anybody nipples, I’d rather we both be fully clothed.”
“Love you, Irishman.”
“Don’t ever call me a ‘lucky charm’ again. Or I’ll shove a leprechaun up your ass.”
“Is that how Andy likes it?”
“...Shut up, Sarah.”