Don't Go With Strangers 1/?
Title: Don't Go With Strangers
Beta: umm, yeah, no. just me, sorry guys. may fix later.
Series: Pinto
Rating: PG-13 this chunk, going way up in the next one!
Length: 1440
Genre: pwp, highschool!au, genderswap (f/f)
Trope: corruption of minors?
Warnings: femme!slash
Summary: Zee Quinto is the hottest, smartest, and scariest senior of them all. Chrissy Pine thinks Zee's awfully pretty, but wonders whether she should really be getting into a car alone with her...
A/N: this is a terrible tease. it's going to be much longer, and much pornier. just, i forgot about having signed up for Pinto Santa, and so i wanted to get something up before i was too late. so. will update soon, in the meantime, consider this the teaser trailer. (written for amerasu1013 )
Chris hiked the collar of her windbreaker higher, hunching her neck into the thin navy material. The sleety rain was numbing her bare legs, but there was nothing she could do. She'd forgotten to bring warmup pants to wear home after cheer practice, so it was her short skirt and navy lycra underpants for the next mile and a half to the bus stop.
She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets, wincing as the gesture pulled at her sore shoulder. She'd seen it coming, right there at the end of the toss. Angela had spiraled perfectly, perfectly, right up until the last second, when she pulled out too early, sending her trajectory just a hair too far to the left. The new trajectory would drop her flat onto the hardwood floor of the gym, so Chris moved, stretching out, out, out in a mirror image of her catching partner to net Angela in an awkward grab that took them all to the floor.
They'd been lucky, and they all knew it. Angie's elbows were bruised, and Stacy had taken a knee in the ribs, but Chris' wrenched shoulder was the worst, and that wasn't really so bad. Some flyer the next town over had been dropped two weeks ago and fractured her scapula when her catchers didn't move fast enough. Cheerleading was dangerous, stupid chants be damned.
It was nearly the holidays though, and thank goodness. One more game this weekend, and then finals, and then Christmas break. Chris couldn't wait. She wasn't going to get out of her pajamas for days, she was going to eat all the chocolate she could find in the house, she was going to sleep in past noon, she...
Chris jumped as the car slid to a stop next to her, the passenger side door kicking open with a bang.
“Hey. Get in.”
She recognized the voice, but couldn't place it. Her hair fell into her eyes as she leaned in, and she pushed the wet strands aside impatiently as she peered into the dim interior.
“C'mon, I haven't got all day.”
“Umm, no? Thanks? I'm good.”
She knew the girl in the car, or at least knew of her. Zee Quinto; most popular girl in the twelfth grade, head of the student council, homecoming queen, prodigy of the theater department, and chain-smoking, foul-mouthed, tattooed (so Chris had heard) rebel without a cause.
Zee rolled her eyes. “For fuck's sake. It's 40 degrees and pouring. Get in the damn car already.”
Chris pulled her jacket more tightly around her shoulders and walked a little faster. The shiny green mustang just inched along beside her, the engine purring in the thick dusk.
“Thank you, but it's ok. I walk home every day; I'll be fine.” Chris forced a smile she didn't feel. Zee's voice was warm and dark, making Chris flush under the cover of her hood.
“Chrissy Pine. For the love of all things holy, get that round little ass of yours into this car right the fuck now.”
Chris froze. Zee knew her name. Zee knew her name. Her heart fluttered, and even as she knew it was a bad idea, she began to turn.
She liked to think it was the sudden increase in the amount of water cascading from the sky that decided her, but the truth was that she was already stepping close when the first icy trickle slid down into the hollow of her neck and between her breasts, curling around the spherical flesh to warm itself between her skin and the underwire of her white lace bra.
“Finally. Jesus.” Zee reached across as Chris fumbled with her bag strap to close the car door, pressing herself warm and soft against Chris’ lap for a moment, sliding back into the driver’s seat with a smirk. “What on earth do they tell you poor freshman? That I bite?” She grinned, revealing a mouthful of lightning-white teeth, and Chris shuddered, heat crowding her chest at the thought of those teeth on her neck, her clavicle, her…
“Umm, no? Just… I’m not supposed to ride in cars with strangers?”
Zee threw back her head, her black hair rippling under the cab light as she laughed, full-throated and deep.
“Oh, baby, you’re even cuter than I thought! Strangers…” Zee shook her head. “that’s just adorable.”
Chris flushed, turning her face to the window. Yes, the difference between 15 and 18 was big, but it wasn’t that big. Where did this girl, this beautiful, dangerous girl, get off calling her baby? She scowled.
“Chrissy…”
“My name’s Chris.” She could hear Zee still giggling to herself.
“Chris.” Zee caught her fat bottom lip between her teeth and smiled, wide and lazy. “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want.” Her eyes in the dim light were deep, predatory, and Chris felt her legs tremble.
“…ok?”
It wasn’t until they turned into the gravel parking lot that Chris noticed where they were. She’d been lost in the haze of the car, subsumed in the presence of Zee for the past twenty minutes.
Zee liked her music loud, turned up and thumping so she could sing along. Hers was the best voice in the school, hands down, and listening to her sing harmony with the Violent Femmes was an experience all its own.
The inside of the car was foggy, the windows sheened with condensation and smoke from the hand-rolled cigarette Zee’d lit as they’d pulled out of the school parking lot. She’d turned and offered Chris a drag, but Chris only shook her head. Zee had smiled, not quite a smirk, not quite a tease, but something more like a guarantee, and Chris couldn’t look away from the way her red-painted lips wrapped around the paper, pressing their imprint to the fibers like a bruise on skin.
“C’mon Dad, gimme the car tonight. C’mon, Dad, gimme the car. I got this girl… I wanna…”
Five minutes in Zee laid her hand on Chris’ left knee. It was large, but delicately boned, long fingers arching elegantly into rounded fingers tipped with dark plum nails. Her grip was warm, firm, expecting no resistance, and Chris froze, hamstrung between the surge of adrenalin in her veins and the tide of heat between her legs.
Zee didn’t say a word, just kept singing along; pressing her thumb to the edge of Chris’ patella, rubbing repetitive patterns into the skin as Chris slowly began to relax.
She must have been closely judging the tension of Chris’ leg, because as soon as Chris had relaxed enough to breathe in something no longer approaching a pant, Zee slid her hand up Chris’ leg in a single fluid motion, pausing at the edge of her short skirt to run her nails up the inside of Chris’ thigh.
The tickle made Chris jump, moving her legs uncomfortably as she shifted in her seat, pulling futilely at the edge of her pleats, wishing desperately that she could think of some way to (nonchalantly, casually) dislodge Zee’s hand from her inner thigh.
Not… not that she minded so much, just, it seemed, she didn’t, she didn’t know Zee, and even though Zee was smart and beautiful and hot and talented and… she was still a stranger. And Chris should still be trying to pull away.
Right?
The parking lot was half puddle, the gravel squelching as the tires rolled over it, the sheets of rain shining in the streetlights, curtaining off the rest of the world.
Zee parked in front, maneuvering the sports car with precision born of practice, setting the brake and switching off the lights as Chris floundered in her seat.
“Umm… this isn’t my house.”
“No, sugar, it’s not.” Zee’s voice was tight with laughter, and Chris could feel her ears heating with embarrassment. Was she stupid? How did she keep saying the most idiotic things possible? She clutched her fingers more tightly in the heavy polyester of her skirt. “You seem…” Zee’s smallest finger inched past the line of fabric, “…tense. Have a drink with me. Relax.”
Somehow Zee had leaned forward without Chris noticing, her hand on Chris’ thigh taking all her attention, but now as Chris turned to look at her, Zee was right there, her full, wet mouth not a foot from Chris’ own.
Chris’ breath caught in her throat, strangling her protest before it could even begin, and Zee smiled, slow and lovely, her free hand rising to trace one long, warm finger down Chris’ cheek to hook in the corner of her mouth before leaning back, a satisfied look on her face.
“Let’s go.”
Beta: umm, yeah, no. just me, sorry guys. may fix later.
Series: Pinto
Rating: PG-13 this chunk, going way up in the next one!
Length: 1440
Genre: pwp, highschool!au, genderswap (f/f)
Trope: corruption of minors?
Warnings: femme!slash
Summary: Zee Quinto is the hottest, smartest, and scariest senior of them all. Chrissy Pine thinks Zee's awfully pretty, but wonders whether she should really be getting into a car alone with her...
A/N: this is a terrible tease. it's going to be much longer, and much pornier. just, i forgot about having signed up for Pinto Santa, and so i wanted to get something up before i was too late. so. will update soon, in the meantime, consider this the teaser trailer. (written for amerasu1013 )
Chris hiked the collar of her windbreaker higher, hunching her neck into the thin navy material. The sleety rain was numbing her bare legs, but there was nothing she could do. She'd forgotten to bring warmup pants to wear home after cheer practice, so it was her short skirt and navy lycra underpants for the next mile and a half to the bus stop.
She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets, wincing as the gesture pulled at her sore shoulder. She'd seen it coming, right there at the end of the toss. Angela had spiraled perfectly, perfectly, right up until the last second, when she pulled out too early, sending her trajectory just a hair too far to the left. The new trajectory would drop her flat onto the hardwood floor of the gym, so Chris moved, stretching out, out, out in a mirror image of her catching partner to net Angela in an awkward grab that took them all to the floor.
They'd been lucky, and they all knew it. Angie's elbows were bruised, and Stacy had taken a knee in the ribs, but Chris' wrenched shoulder was the worst, and that wasn't really so bad. Some flyer the next town over had been dropped two weeks ago and fractured her scapula when her catchers didn't move fast enough. Cheerleading was dangerous, stupid chants be damned.
It was nearly the holidays though, and thank goodness. One more game this weekend, and then finals, and then Christmas break. Chris couldn't wait. She wasn't going to get out of her pajamas for days, she was going to eat all the chocolate she could find in the house, she was going to sleep in past noon, she...
Chris jumped as the car slid to a stop next to her, the passenger side door kicking open with a bang.
“Hey. Get in.”
She recognized the voice, but couldn't place it. Her hair fell into her eyes as she leaned in, and she pushed the wet strands aside impatiently as she peered into the dim interior.
“C'mon, I haven't got all day.”
“Umm, no? Thanks? I'm good.”
She knew the girl in the car, or at least knew of her. Zee Quinto; most popular girl in the twelfth grade, head of the student council, homecoming queen, prodigy of the theater department, and chain-smoking, foul-mouthed, tattooed (so Chris had heard) rebel without a cause.
Zee rolled her eyes. “For fuck's sake. It's 40 degrees and pouring. Get in the damn car already.”
Chris pulled her jacket more tightly around her shoulders and walked a little faster. The shiny green mustang just inched along beside her, the engine purring in the thick dusk.
“Thank you, but it's ok. I walk home every day; I'll be fine.” Chris forced a smile she didn't feel. Zee's voice was warm and dark, making Chris flush under the cover of her hood.
“Chrissy Pine. For the love of all things holy, get that round little ass of yours into this car right the fuck now.”
Chris froze. Zee knew her name. Zee knew her name. Her heart fluttered, and even as she knew it was a bad idea, she began to turn.
She liked to think it was the sudden increase in the amount of water cascading from the sky that decided her, but the truth was that she was already stepping close when the first icy trickle slid down into the hollow of her neck and between her breasts, curling around the spherical flesh to warm itself between her skin and the underwire of her white lace bra.
“Finally. Jesus.” Zee reached across as Chris fumbled with her bag strap to close the car door, pressing herself warm and soft against Chris’ lap for a moment, sliding back into the driver’s seat with a smirk. “What on earth do they tell you poor freshman? That I bite?” She grinned, revealing a mouthful of lightning-white teeth, and Chris shuddered, heat crowding her chest at the thought of those teeth on her neck, her clavicle, her…
“Umm, no? Just… I’m not supposed to ride in cars with strangers?”
Zee threw back her head, her black hair rippling under the cab light as she laughed, full-throated and deep.
“Oh, baby, you’re even cuter than I thought! Strangers…” Zee shook her head. “that’s just adorable.”
Chris flushed, turning her face to the window. Yes, the difference between 15 and 18 was big, but it wasn’t that big. Where did this girl, this beautiful, dangerous girl, get off calling her baby? She scowled.
“Chrissy…”
“My name’s Chris.” She could hear Zee still giggling to herself.
“Chris.” Zee caught her fat bottom lip between her teeth and smiled, wide and lazy. “Don’t worry. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want.” Her eyes in the dim light were deep, predatory, and Chris felt her legs tremble.
“…ok?”
It wasn’t until they turned into the gravel parking lot that Chris noticed where they were. She’d been lost in the haze of the car, subsumed in the presence of Zee for the past twenty minutes.
Zee liked her music loud, turned up and thumping so she could sing along. Hers was the best voice in the school, hands down, and listening to her sing harmony with the Violent Femmes was an experience all its own.
The inside of the car was foggy, the windows sheened with condensation and smoke from the hand-rolled cigarette Zee’d lit as they’d pulled out of the school parking lot. She’d turned and offered Chris a drag, but Chris only shook her head. Zee had smiled, not quite a smirk, not quite a tease, but something more like a guarantee, and Chris couldn’t look away from the way her red-painted lips wrapped around the paper, pressing their imprint to the fibers like a bruise on skin.
“C’mon Dad, gimme the car tonight. C’mon, Dad, gimme the car. I got this girl… I wanna…”
Five minutes in Zee laid her hand on Chris’ left knee. It was large, but delicately boned, long fingers arching elegantly into rounded fingers tipped with dark plum nails. Her grip was warm, firm, expecting no resistance, and Chris froze, hamstrung between the surge of adrenalin in her veins and the tide of heat between her legs.
Zee didn’t say a word, just kept singing along; pressing her thumb to the edge of Chris’ patella, rubbing repetitive patterns into the skin as Chris slowly began to relax.
She must have been closely judging the tension of Chris’ leg, because as soon as Chris had relaxed enough to breathe in something no longer approaching a pant, Zee slid her hand up Chris’ leg in a single fluid motion, pausing at the edge of her short skirt to run her nails up the inside of Chris’ thigh.
The tickle made Chris jump, moving her legs uncomfortably as she shifted in her seat, pulling futilely at the edge of her pleats, wishing desperately that she could think of some way to (nonchalantly, casually) dislodge Zee’s hand from her inner thigh.
Not… not that she minded so much, just, it seemed, she didn’t, she didn’t know Zee, and even though Zee was smart and beautiful and hot and talented and… she was still a stranger. And Chris should still be trying to pull away.
Right?
The parking lot was half puddle, the gravel squelching as the tires rolled over it, the sheets of rain shining in the streetlights, curtaining off the rest of the world.
Zee parked in front, maneuvering the sports car with precision born of practice, setting the brake and switching off the lights as Chris floundered in her seat.
“Umm… this isn’t my house.”
“No, sugar, it’s not.” Zee’s voice was tight with laughter, and Chris could feel her ears heating with embarrassment. Was she stupid? How did she keep saying the most idiotic things possible? She clutched her fingers more tightly in the heavy polyester of her skirt. “You seem…” Zee’s smallest finger inched past the line of fabric, “…tense. Have a drink with me. Relax.”
Somehow Zee had leaned forward without Chris noticing, her hand on Chris’ thigh taking all her attention, but now as Chris turned to look at her, Zee was right there, her full, wet mouth not a foot from Chris’ own.
Chris’ breath caught in her throat, strangling her protest before it could even begin, and Zee smiled, slow and lovely, her free hand rising to trace one long, warm finger down Chris’ cheek to hook in the corner of her mouth before leaning back, a satisfied look on her face.
“Let’s go.”