Play Your Part (part 2): Engine Heart (9)
Kat stands in the doorframe, glaring at Lily through the haze of the strangest hangover she has ever had.
“Bonjour.” Lily smiles, offers up the coffee she’s holding.
And Kat’s almost repulsed by Lily’s bright clothes, and attitude and smile, but takes the coffee anyway; grunts “Hi”.
Lily follows her as she shuffles into the foyer. Points at Lily’s shoes, mumbles “off”; continues into the kitchen.
“Hangover?” Lily sits across the table; cradles her coffee.
Kat nods; takes a long sip from her coffee.
They sit in silence for 3 minutes; Kat finishes her coffee; watches Lily play with her phone for a while.
“So.”
Lily looks up, smiles, “Awkward time?”
“I’m thinking maybe we’ll postpone that until my head doesn’t want explode anymore.” Kat rubs her temples.
“Ah, you took whatever Luke gave didn’t you?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you?”
“No. For all I know it could have been like rabbit pee, or something. I don’t trust that boy. I love him. But I do not trust him.”
“Remind me to stick with you next time.”
“I’ll chain you to me. No biggie.”
“I’m sorry, am I your slave now?”
“Weren’t you always?”
Kat laughs “Right. How could I forget?”
“The tranquilizer I gave you last time.”
“Ah. Well that explains a lot of my nights then, doesn’t it?”
Lily smiles, and Kat giggles, and there is a lovely lull.
--
“I use to dream about this.”
“What?” Kat dumps the plates in the sink.
“This… I don’t know… normalcy we’re courting? Like an actual non-fucked relationship.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Kat sits back down, grabs Lily’s hand, “But I have to apologize. I was crap at handling that whole thing. Like, true crap. I’m really really sorry.”
“You weren’t the only who freaked out too. I went fucking mental. I mean; I fucking stopped talking to people. I was afraid that they’d know.”
“Well, that’s just ridiculous.”
“No! I swear to god there were some mind readers in that class.”
“Now you’re just starting to sound like Kaya.”
Blambamkazaam: Awkwardness. Lily snatches back her hand. “You two disappeared last night.”
Kat blushes; looks down, “Did we?”
“Yep.” There’s undeniable venom in the sentence; makes Kat cringe. Lily stares at her, examines the lines forming in Kat’s forehead. “Did something happen?”
Kat tries her best to cover up the fact that she literally fucked Kaya Scodelario last night, against a wall, in an alleyway, “No. Nothing happened. We went outside to smoke. Talked about-Jack.”
Lily snorts, “I don’t care, Kat, you know that right?”
Kat swallows, begs the lump in her throat to desist; smiles meekly, “I know, Loveless. How is the boyfriend, by the way?” It sounds like a challenge, and Kat takes some sadistic pleasure in the way Lily’s face falls.
“Good.” Lily gasps it, “Really good.”
“Good.”
“Kat.” Lily’s eyes are brighter than they’ve ever been.
“Lily.”
“We have to talk about that night. I’m not willing to let it affect our performances.”
Kat sighs; plays with her hair; looks at the wall, “I know.”
“We were drunk.”
“And young.”
“Confused.”
“Right.”
There’s another silence, as both girls travel back to the memory.
Lily bites her lip; Kat turns as red as her hair.
There’s the clichéd “It didn’t mean anything” forming on both girls lips; neither one of them says it.
Lily breaks the silence, “Why did you stop talking to me?”
“I, like, freaked out. It was the first time that I had-“
“Um, yeah? Same here. First and last.”
“Well not the last for me.” Kat grins.
“Slut.” There’s a small giggle that comes out of Lily.
“Fuck off.” Kat flips her off; settles back into her chair.
“Well, and then there was that girl-“
“Grace.”
“Cunt.”
Kat chuckles, “If only you knew.”
Lily leans into her hands, “Oh no. I knew. She was, and always will be a complete and utter sodding cunt. I hated her.”
“Join the club.”
“Isn’t she one of your friends though?”
“-It’s, erm, complicated.”
It takes Lily a moment to realize and then, “Oh my baby Jesus. You shagged! You fucking shagged her!”
Kat doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t have to. Lily leans across the table and smacks Kat’s arm.
“Ow.”
“That is for not talking to me.” Lily does it again, “And that is for being dumb enough to shag her. I’m not sure if I can kiss you now. You might have rabies.”
Kat rolls her eyes; then snarls, lunging toward Lily, who shrieks; jumps up.
“Get away from me, rabies ridden woodland creature!” Lily runs into the foyer, grabs an umbrella, starts to fend off a laughing, and still growling Kat.
“What you don’t want rabies, Lily?” Kat ducks the swipe of the umbrella.
“Never! I will prevail!” Lily drops the umbrella; runs into the living room; jumps onto the couch; falls.
Kat follows; pounces onto the couch; starts crawling towards the fallen Lily.
Lily starts shrieking; flails. Kat catches her wrist, brings it to her mouth, and bites it.
Lily rolls back her eyes, pretends to seizure, screams, “It’s got me Doc! The zombie, it got me.”
“I’m confused. Am I a zombie now?”
“No, you’re my doctor now. Just play you goddamn part, Kat.”
--
She realizes half way though the day that they never really discussed that night. No flaring emotions, or unrequited proclamations of undying love, no realizations that they should try again, or that it ruined a friendship that they were starting to build. Just nothing.
And maybe they never would discuss it, at least while they were still filming.
Too awkward; too real; too harsh.
--
Kaya calls at 11:20.
“Booty call now.”
--
Kat puts on her most “Emily” outfit. Leaves the house at 11:30, get to Kaya’s by 12:15.
Rings the doorbell.
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“You’re late.” Kaya-Effy? -opens the door. She holds a lit cigarette in one hand, and bottle of tequila in the other. The dress shirt Kaya dons is ripped to shreds; her red lacy bra sears right through.
“Got a little lost," Kat remembers characters; fusses with her hair a bit; feels a bit nervous.
“Whatever.” Kaya leaves the door open; walks down the hall; turns right.
Kat shivers; follows.
--
Her lip starts to bleed.
Kaya has her pinned against the wall, hungrily attacking Kat’s lips with her own. Kaya’s hands are surprisingly cold, and when they make contact with Kat’s breasts, Kat gasps.
It’s all too surreal: the characters, the situation, and the time. Kaya’s not Kaya, she’s Effy, the fictional character that Kat had drooled over two years ago, fantasized about doing this to. And here they are role-playing with characters they’ve been playing for 5 months, and Kat can’t seem to stop thinking that there is something very wrong about it.
--
Her nerves are going on the fritz, and she feels a bit like fainting. Grunts, “Bed”, lets Kaya force her down on the queen-sized bed.
And then Kaya stops. Kat looks confused, Kaya giggles, and Kat’s confusion grows even more.
“What?” Kat’s voice is low, and rough.
Kaya bends down to kiss her, “Here’s the thing about role playing; you can’t just look the part. I don’t think as crazily wound up Emily is, she would be as timid as Kat is being. So, play your part.”
“That is the third time I’ve heard that.”
“Then listen.”
Kat closes her eyes; attempts to “feel” Emily. Let’s her hands grab Kaya/Effy by the hair; pulls her down into a chaste kiss; rolls on top of Kaya; pupils dilated, hair crazy. She tugs Kaya’s dress shirt up. Kaya lifts her arms; wiggles out of it, grinning wildly. Kaya’s bra unsnaps and Kat/Emily dives down to take a very erect nipple into her mouth.
Kaya moans; murmurs, “Nu-uh, my turn.” With some ungodly strength, Kaya flips Kat on to her back again. In the span of a minute, both Kat’s shirt and skinny jeans slide off.
And Kat is still not sure how this happens, but Kaya with her teeth, or maybe some odd contraption hidden within her mouth (only Kat seriously doubts that, because her tongue many times during tonight has explored that mouth, and she’s pretty sure there is no alien objects in there) manages to snap Kat’s bra off in one fellow swoop.
Her knickers become unbelievably tight, and sounds not made by normal human beings come out of her mouth, when Kaya bites down on a nipple.
--
By the time Kaya places kisses on Kat’s inner thigh, Kat swears she’s never been this horny in her entire life. Her nipples are as tall as like, fucking Mount Everest, and every single time the duvet moves underneath her, Kat thinks she’s going to come.
“Jesus.”
Kaya takes the first lick.
“Holy mother of Jesus.”
Second lick.
“Baby Frodo.”
Third lick, and then Kaya pops her head up, gives her a quizzical look, “Baby Frodo?”
“You do that to me.” Wraps her legs around Kaya’s back; fists grasp the duvet.
She debates crying, figures she’ll pass out from the excruciatingly slow pace that Kaya is fucking with her mind at; instead shoves Kaya’s head into her cunt, says, “Kaya, I’ll do whatever. Dress up as Frodo, Legolas, Aragorn, whoever. Just fuck me. Please.”
Kaya’s reverberating giggles sends shivers up Kat’s spine, but Kaya listens; actually goes at it; tongue working furiously, fingers sliding in and out.
Kaya’s fingers curl upwards, forcing Kat to jerk forward, letting out a banshee scream of, “MOTHERFUCKING, COCK JUGGLING, THUNDERCUNT!”
And with that Kat comes, for like, 2 minutes straight. Which for the record, she’s pretty sure is not possible.
But the entire situation is fictional… So maybe in Skins Land, or Elvin Land, or whatever fucking land they happen to be fucking in, it is possible. Very possible indeed.
--
“Motherfucking cock juggling thundercunt?” Kaya asks; watches as Kat frantically searches for her shirt.
“Yes. Motherfucking cock juggling thundercunt.” Kat ducks under the bed.
Kaya lowers herself to the side of the bed, helps the search, “Where-Where did that come from? And may I use it?”
“I don’t know. And yes. As long as you credit me.”
“I have a feeling you’re the only one I’ll need to say it for.” Kaya grins; winks; looks adorably cute.
Kat finds her shirt; tugs it on; stares stupidly at the half naked Kaya lying before her, “Is this Effy or Kaya that I’m speaking to?”
“One in the same, babe, one in the same.”
“Legolas?”
“Next time.”
--
Kat rides home confused. Again.
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Befuddled.
Kat decides befuddled is a better word.
--
Considers calling Derek, who probably would give her the advice, “Girl, are you crazy? You fuck them both. At the same time. Obviously.” But at least it’s advice, opposed to sincere and utter befuddlement.
--
It’s 4 in the morning when she arrives home. Mentally slaps her self when she realizes she has to be out the door in two hours.
--
“What the fuck happened to you?” Lily hands her a cup of coffee. Kat takes notice of the reoccurring gesture.
“Legolas.” She leaves it at that; grabs the coffee, grabs the script, and stumbles off.