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storypaint) wrote2012-02-14 08:47 am
storypaint) wrote2012-02-14 08:47 am
[2 Broke Girls] murphy's law (Max/Caroline)
Title: murphy's law
Fandom: 2 Broke Girls
Length: 1019 words
Prompt: Porn Battle: 2 Broke Girls, Max/Caroline, Murphy bed
Pairing: Max/Caroline established
Other: AU past 1x05. Established relationship. PG for sexual implications.
Excerpt: "This is the best invention ever," Max announced with a bit of a moan. Caroline had to admit that her curiosity was a little piqued -- she'd just walked in the door, and when that was the first words she got from the bedroom, there might be a reason to be excited.
"This is the best invention ever," Max announced with a bit of a moan. Caroline had to admit that her curiosity was a little piqued -- she'd just walked in the door, and when that was the first words she got from the bedroom, there might be a reason to be excited.
Or it might be green vagina -- no, seashell -- soap. Caroline wouldn't know until she had a look, and Max hadn't really disappointed her yet.
She found Max in bed, rolling around like Caroline's cousin's unspayed Siamese, the one that won all the awards for just being pretty, like a cat beauty competition. No invention was currently obvious, but Caroline saw the rolling as enough of an invitation and crawled into bed beside Max. Max rested her head against Caroline's stomach and sighed again appreciatively, wrapping an arm around Caroline's torso.
"This is the best bed ever," Max said, and that was when Caroline noticed that the mattress was actually kind of firm and the springs didn't poke very hard.
"You bought us a new bed?" she said hopefully. This was an important part of bonding in a brand new lesbian relationship, or so Caroline had garnered from her research. (She'd never been a lesbian before, except for like two days in college and whenever she was three drinks in, but that wasn't the same as what she had with Max. There were way more fights and less slurring.) The butch put the bed together (a title Caroline had graciously tithed to Max, despite the boobs, because she thought Max's general attitude qualified) and then the femme showed her appreciation of the butch's amazing carpentry skills with messy cunnilingus.
(Caroline had been doing most of her research on the Internet. It was a wild, wonderful, extremely porny place.)
"I'm tired of sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and I'm pretty sure whoever owned that couch before us left their drug needles in the pull-out bed. Every time I turn over I become more addicted to heroin," Max answeed. (The bedframe broke last week, after Caroline tried demonstrating one of the more unusual positions the Internet had instructed her in. Afterwards, Max said it for both of them: "I'm pretty sure legs aren't supposed to bend that way.")
Caroline tugged at Max's forearms until Max got the message and scrunched up the bed until they could press their foreheads together.
"I really like the bed," Caroline said. She kissed Max's cheek. Max did her little half-smile thing that meant she wanted to display some emotion, but it wasn't in line with her cool persona.
Caroline happened to love that smile, and she kissed her girlfriend again, more firmly. She was just getting to second base when the bed made a weird thumping sort of noise and everything went dark. She squeezed Max's boobs in surprise, which was not her best choice.
"Oww, Caroline, what the hell? Those aren't party balloons! ...Fuck this bed," Max said vehemently, in a muffled tone. Her voice was muffled because the two of them seemed to be pressed against the very cold wall, almost in a standing position. Caroline's ears were ringing a little due to the swiftness of their move.
Max fumbles around in the dark behind the mattress and eventually finds whatever she's looking for. The bed drops to a more standard bed positioning. Caroline is a little dazed.
"What just happened?" she managed.
"I thought it'd save space," Max said, climbing out of the bed and bending over the foot of it, adjusting something. Caroline could see down Max's shirt and normally she would be more appreciative of that magnificent black hole of cleavage, but Max swore again, under her breath, and the bed wobbled. Caroline scrambled out of it quickly.
"Get a Murphy bed, the salesguy told me. Fold it up when you're not sleeping, he says. What, do I look like the kind of person who never gets laid?" She rolled her eyes. "Never take housewares advice from a guy who doesn't believe lesbians can have sex. Why don't I ever remember that?"
There were a suspicious number of bolts on the dresser next to Caroline's anti-wrinkle cream, and Caroline thought about mentioning it. But maybe that was something she should work up to. She had to ease Max's depression first.
So she grabbed Max's hand and pulled her out into the living room, fingers working at the clasp of Max's jeans. They had sex on the living room rug, which Max said made her feel decadent -- "Even if it is just cat hair weave rather than bear. Any bear we could afford would be teddy."
Caroline laughed at that. Maybe she would never really enjoy being poor, but she was getting used to it. Max was making it easier. She had tried to say something about the things that mattered most, once, but Max had retorted that those things were something better than ramen once in a while, and being sure the lights would stay on all month. Which were very important, but not really what Caroline meant.
Max had a shift at the diner that evening, so they couldn't drift off to sleep. Not that Caroline minded, because she wanted a shower. Afterwards, she went back into the bedroom and fastened the bed more firmly to the floor. She even bounced in it a few times to be sure.
So maybe she could be the butch one once in a while. She didn't have to tell Max. It wasn't like putting furniture together was particularly difficult if you had the instructions and were careful not to break your nails. (Which were pretty short nowadays, anyway.)
By the time Max came to bed, Caroline was snoring quietly. The bed only creaked once. So Max tucked her head into the back of Caroline's neck and drifted off too. The bed was a worry for tomorrow. Dreaming was free.
Fandom: 2 Broke Girls
Length: 1019 words
Prompt: Porn Battle: 2 Broke Girls, Max/Caroline, Murphy bed
Pairing: Max/Caroline established
Other: AU past 1x05. Established relationship. PG for sexual implications.
Excerpt: "This is the best invention ever," Max announced with a bit of a moan. Caroline had to admit that her curiosity was a little piqued -- she'd just walked in the door, and when that was the first words she got from the bedroom, there might be a reason to be excited.
"This is the best invention ever," Max announced with a bit of a moan. Caroline had to admit that her curiosity was a little piqued -- she'd just walked in the door, and when that was the first words she got from the bedroom, there might be a reason to be excited.
Or it might be green vagina -- no, seashell -- soap. Caroline wouldn't know until she had a look, and Max hadn't really disappointed her yet.
She found Max in bed, rolling around like Caroline's cousin's unspayed Siamese, the one that won all the awards for just being pretty, like a cat beauty competition. No invention was currently obvious, but Caroline saw the rolling as enough of an invitation and crawled into bed beside Max. Max rested her head against Caroline's stomach and sighed again appreciatively, wrapping an arm around Caroline's torso.
"This is the best bed ever," Max said, and that was when Caroline noticed that the mattress was actually kind of firm and the springs didn't poke very hard.
"You bought us a new bed?" she said hopefully. This was an important part of bonding in a brand new lesbian relationship, or so Caroline had garnered from her research. (She'd never been a lesbian before, except for like two days in college and whenever she was three drinks in, but that wasn't the same as what she had with Max. There were way more fights and less slurring.) The butch put the bed together (a title Caroline had graciously tithed to Max, despite the boobs, because she thought Max's general attitude qualified) and then the femme showed her appreciation of the butch's amazing carpentry skills with messy cunnilingus.
(Caroline had been doing most of her research on the Internet. It was a wild, wonderful, extremely porny place.)
"I'm tired of sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and I'm pretty sure whoever owned that couch before us left their drug needles in the pull-out bed. Every time I turn over I become more addicted to heroin," Max answeed. (The bedframe broke last week, after Caroline tried demonstrating one of the more unusual positions the Internet had instructed her in. Afterwards, Max said it for both of them: "I'm pretty sure legs aren't supposed to bend that way.")
Caroline tugged at Max's forearms until Max got the message and scrunched up the bed until they could press their foreheads together.
"I really like the bed," Caroline said. She kissed Max's cheek. Max did her little half-smile thing that meant she wanted to display some emotion, but it wasn't in line with her cool persona.
Caroline happened to love that smile, and she kissed her girlfriend again, more firmly. She was just getting to second base when the bed made a weird thumping sort of noise and everything went dark. She squeezed Max's boobs in surprise, which was not her best choice.
"Oww, Caroline, what the hell? Those aren't party balloons! ...Fuck this bed," Max said vehemently, in a muffled tone. Her voice was muffled because the two of them seemed to be pressed against the very cold wall, almost in a standing position. Caroline's ears were ringing a little due to the swiftness of their move.
Max fumbles around in the dark behind the mattress and eventually finds whatever she's looking for. The bed drops to a more standard bed positioning. Caroline is a little dazed.
"What just happened?" she managed.
"I thought it'd save space," Max said, climbing out of the bed and bending over the foot of it, adjusting something. Caroline could see down Max's shirt and normally she would be more appreciative of that magnificent black hole of cleavage, but Max swore again, under her breath, and the bed wobbled. Caroline scrambled out of it quickly.
"Get a Murphy bed, the salesguy told me. Fold it up when you're not sleeping, he says. What, do I look like the kind of person who never gets laid?" She rolled her eyes. "Never take housewares advice from a guy who doesn't believe lesbians can have sex. Why don't I ever remember that?"
There were a suspicious number of bolts on the dresser next to Caroline's anti-wrinkle cream, and Caroline thought about mentioning it. But maybe that was something she should work up to. She had to ease Max's depression first.
So she grabbed Max's hand and pulled her out into the living room, fingers working at the clasp of Max's jeans. They had sex on the living room rug, which Max said made her feel decadent -- "Even if it is just cat hair weave rather than bear. Any bear we could afford would be teddy."
Caroline laughed at that. Maybe she would never really enjoy being poor, but she was getting used to it. Max was making it easier. She had tried to say something about the things that mattered most, once, but Max had retorted that those things were something better than ramen once in a while, and being sure the lights would stay on all month. Which were very important, but not really what Caroline meant.
Max had a shift at the diner that evening, so they couldn't drift off to sleep. Not that Caroline minded, because she wanted a shower. Afterwards, she went back into the bedroom and fastened the bed more firmly to the floor. She even bounced in it a few times to be sure.
So maybe she could be the butch one once in a while. She didn't have to tell Max. It wasn't like putting furniture together was particularly difficult if you had the instructions and were careful not to break your nails. (Which were pretty short nowadays, anyway.)
By the time Max came to bed, Caroline was snoring quietly. The bed only creaked once. So Max tucked her head into the back of Caroline's neck and drifted off too. The bed was a worry for tomorrow. Dreaming was free.