fic: the morning after
Title: The Morning After
Author: x_kathirose
Rating: 14+
Length: 707 words.
Summary: Annabelle wakes up. Smut ensues. Sequel to There's a First Time for Everything.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters in any way shape or form.
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Light was streaming in through the curtainless windows when Annabelle Fritton opened her eyes the next morning. She was lying alone in a double bed with an uncomfortable lumpy mattress, completely naked except for her knickers. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly, running her hands through her tangled hair.
"How is it," a drawling voice said from the other side of the room, "that you manage to look so incredibly sexy at all times?"
Annabelle jumped and pulled the sheet over her chest, glaring at the other girl. Kelly Jones was sitting in a tatty straw chair by an open window, blowing smoke rings into the cold air outside. Although Annabelle guessed that it was still fairly early in the morning, Kelly was already dressed, in her short black skirt from the night before and Annabelle's own black top, although her make-up was smudged crazily over her face. A half-full beer bottle swung from the hand not holding a cigarette. Annabelle covered her hands with her eyes and sank back into the pillows.
"How long have you been watching me sleep?"
Kelly ignored her. "So... last night was fun, don't you think?"
"Yes, Kelly, it was. Now why the hell are you wearing my shirt?"
Kelly looked downwards but made no attempt to deny anything.
"Can I please have it back? And where the hell are we anyway?"
"We're in an empty top floor storage room at St Oscar's. Seriously, new girl, you had like two drinks last night. There is no way that you're hungover."
"You didn't answer my first question, Kel."
Kelly smiled lasciviously and ran her hands down her torso. Annabelle felt herself shudder with barely concealed lust.
"What am I supposed to wear?" She asked, still smiling. "My shirt's in a corridor somewhere in this godforsaken school."
"This is a school, Kel. Nick an old shirt from someone's dorm. The entire sixth form will be so hungover they wouldn't notice or care if you stole their entire wardrobe."
Kelly rolled her eyes but stubbed her cigarette out and pulled the shirt over her head. She tossed it onto the bed and Annabelle pulled it across the duvet cover towards herself. Her high heeled shoes were lying on the floor but her bra was nowhere to be seen - God knows where that had ended up - so she just pulled her shirt over her head and slid her legs out of the covers. Kelly hadn't moved from the chair. She wasn't wearing a bra either and her skin glowed pale white in the sunshine. Annabelle slipped quietly out of bed and walked over to Kelly's chair, sliding her arms around the other girl's neck. She put her mouth next to Kelly's ear and whispered:
"Did we have sex last night?"
Kelly laughed. "What kind of girl do you take me for? Anyway, if we had done, you'd remember it. Trust me."
Annabelle slid her hands further down Kelly's chest, her fingertips tracing patterns on pale skin. She kissed the delicate spot between Kelly's neck and shoulder and the older girl shivered with pleasure. She relished the feeling of being in control.
"Come back to bed, Kel," Annabelle whispered throatily. She ran her fingers over Kelly's collarbone and smiled with delight when she elicited a low moan from the other girl. She reached down and grabbed Kelly's slim hands in her own, pulling her off the chair and towards the bed. Kelly just smiled and allowed herself to be pulled across the room, her bare feet skidding over the cold wood.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Fritton."
Annabelle pushed Kelly gently down onto the bed and kissed her, letting one hand slowly make its way under her short skirt. Kelly moaned as Annabelle's fingers danced up her thighs and teased the edge of her panties.
"I think you're about to find out exactly what I'm capable of, Jones."
And as Annabelle tore off her shirt and pressed her body against Kelly's, then kissed her more passionately than anyone had ever kissed her before, Kelly thought she just might agree. Then their breasts touched and Annabelle's fingers found their way inside of her, and Kelly stopped thinking all together.
Author: x_kathirose
Rating: 14+
Length: 707 words.
Summary: Annabelle wakes up. Smut ensues. Sequel to There's a First Time for Everything.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters in any way shape or form.
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Light was streaming in through the curtainless windows when Annabelle Fritton opened her eyes the next morning. She was lying alone in a double bed with an uncomfortable lumpy mattress, completely naked except for her knickers. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly, running her hands through her tangled hair.
"How is it," a drawling voice said from the other side of the room, "that you manage to look so incredibly sexy at all times?"
Annabelle jumped and pulled the sheet over her chest, glaring at the other girl. Kelly Jones was sitting in a tatty straw chair by an open window, blowing smoke rings into the cold air outside. Although Annabelle guessed that it was still fairly early in the morning, Kelly was already dressed, in her short black skirt from the night before and Annabelle's own black top, although her make-up was smudged crazily over her face. A half-full beer bottle swung from the hand not holding a cigarette. Annabelle covered her hands with her eyes and sank back into the pillows.
"How long have you been watching me sleep?"
Kelly ignored her. "So... last night was fun, don't you think?"
"Yes, Kelly, it was. Now why the hell are you wearing my shirt?"
Kelly looked downwards but made no attempt to deny anything.
"Can I please have it back? And where the hell are we anyway?"
"We're in an empty top floor storage room at St Oscar's. Seriously, new girl, you had like two drinks last night. There is no way that you're hungover."
"You didn't answer my first question, Kel."
Kelly smiled lasciviously and ran her hands down her torso. Annabelle felt herself shudder with barely concealed lust.
"What am I supposed to wear?" She asked, still smiling. "My shirt's in a corridor somewhere in this godforsaken school."
"This is a school, Kel. Nick an old shirt from someone's dorm. The entire sixth form will be so hungover they wouldn't notice or care if you stole their entire wardrobe."
Kelly rolled her eyes but stubbed her cigarette out and pulled the shirt over her head. She tossed it onto the bed and Annabelle pulled it across the duvet cover towards herself. Her high heeled shoes were lying on the floor but her bra was nowhere to be seen - God knows where that had ended up - so she just pulled her shirt over her head and slid her legs out of the covers. Kelly hadn't moved from the chair. She wasn't wearing a bra either and her skin glowed pale white in the sunshine. Annabelle slipped quietly out of bed and walked over to Kelly's chair, sliding her arms around the other girl's neck. She put her mouth next to Kelly's ear and whispered:
"Did we have sex last night?"
Kelly laughed. "What kind of girl do you take me for? Anyway, if we had done, you'd remember it. Trust me."
Annabelle slid her hands further down Kelly's chest, her fingertips tracing patterns on pale skin. She kissed the delicate spot between Kelly's neck and shoulder and the older girl shivered with pleasure. She relished the feeling of being in control.
"Come back to bed, Kel," Annabelle whispered throatily. She ran her fingers over Kelly's collarbone and smiled with delight when she elicited a low moan from the other girl. She reached down and grabbed Kelly's slim hands in her own, pulling her off the chair and towards the bed. Kelly just smiled and allowed herself to be pulled across the room, her bare feet skidding over the cold wood.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Fritton."
Annabelle pushed Kelly gently down onto the bed and kissed her, letting one hand slowly make its way under her short skirt. Kelly moaned as Annabelle's fingers danced up her thighs and teased the edge of her panties.
"I think you're about to find out exactly what I'm capable of, Jones."
And as Annabelle tore off her shirt and pressed her body against Kelly's, then kissed her more passionately than anyone had ever kissed her before, Kelly thought she just might agree. Then their breasts touched and Annabelle's fingers found their way inside of her, and Kelly stopped thinking all together.