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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 11:55 am
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[Whip It!] and you can want who you want (Bliss/Pash)
Title: and you can want who you want
Fandom: Whip It!
Length: 471 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Whip It!, Bliss/Pash, post-bout ritual
Pairing: Bliss/Pash
Other: R for sex.
Excerpt: Pash's voice was hoarse from shouting and Bliss had new bruises to favor. It didn't seem to matter so much. They were kissing in the elevator, kicking off their shoes just inside the apartment door, falling down onto their creaky futon and scrambling out of their clothes.
After Pash got accepted to Columbia, Bliss was sad about it for about two days before she realized that (a) there were a lot of colleges in New York and (b) there was also roller derby.
"Duh," Pash said, and since the season was over Bliss actually started going to the SAT prep class. Six months later, they tossed their bags down on a pitted hardwood floor in an apartment barely larger than a postage stamp. Bliss was going to NYU.
And four days after that, Bliss started going to derby tryouts.
*
After a bout, they usually ended up at a cheerfully ironic honky-tonk bar around the corner from the venue. But sometimes instead of going out, they made their excuses to go home. Pash had an exam to study for, or Bliss needed to ice some body part. Whether or not her teammates believed her, they didn't usually give Bliss too much trouble.
Pash's voice was hoarse from shouting and Bliss had new bruises to favor. It didn't seem to matter so much. They were kissing in the elevator, kicking off their shoes just inside the apartment door, falling down onto their creaky futon and scrambling out of their clothes.
It wasn't something they talked about, even between themselves. Bliss and Pash had never had a secret between them, not since they had met in kindergarten and chewed each other's crayons. This just seemed like a logical progression, something that didn't need explanation or discussion. Pash knew all of Bliss's scars, and kissed each of them. Bliss buried herself in Pash's breasts, sucking until Pash moaned loudly enough to annoy the old lady in the apartment below them.
At one point the futon broke from the abuse and Bliss slid onto the floor, Pash falling on top of her. They paused to laugh until they cried, not even sure why it was so funny, and then Pash began fucking her again and Bliss arched her back against the ugly brown rug and came with little gasps.
"I hate that thing," Bliss complained, propping Pash's hips up against the frame and putting her mouth to her clit.
Pash shivered, grabbed Bliss's head, and pressed it closer. "You try finding decent furniture on trash day then, we're lucky it wasn't full of bed bugs."
"Mm," Bliss said, her mouth busy, because Pash was totally right, and she should be grateful, since it was Pash's scholarship paying for the tiny apartment and the terrible sofa-bed, but she'd rather complain about it and give Pash orgasms to make up for it.
Afterwards they curled up in a blanket nest on the floor and watched infomercials on their tiny TV, talking over the demonstrators and making up new slogans until they fell asleep.
The little apartment seemed like just the right size, then, for two.
Fandom: Whip It!
Length: 471 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Whip It!, Bliss/Pash, post-bout ritual
Pairing: Bliss/Pash
Other: R for sex.
Excerpt: Pash's voice was hoarse from shouting and Bliss had new bruises to favor. It didn't seem to matter so much. They were kissing in the elevator, kicking off their shoes just inside the apartment door, falling down onto their creaky futon and scrambling out of their clothes.
After Pash got accepted to Columbia, Bliss was sad about it for about two days before she realized that (a) there were a lot of colleges in New York and (b) there was also roller derby.
"Duh," Pash said, and since the season was over Bliss actually started going to the SAT prep class. Six months later, they tossed their bags down on a pitted hardwood floor in an apartment barely larger than a postage stamp. Bliss was going to NYU.
And four days after that, Bliss started going to derby tryouts.
*
After a bout, they usually ended up at a cheerfully ironic honky-tonk bar around the corner from the venue. But sometimes instead of going out, they made their excuses to go home. Pash had an exam to study for, or Bliss needed to ice some body part. Whether or not her teammates believed her, they didn't usually give Bliss too much trouble.
Pash's voice was hoarse from shouting and Bliss had new bruises to favor. It didn't seem to matter so much. They were kissing in the elevator, kicking off their shoes just inside the apartment door, falling down onto their creaky futon and scrambling out of their clothes.
It wasn't something they talked about, even between themselves. Bliss and Pash had never had a secret between them, not since they had met in kindergarten and chewed each other's crayons. This just seemed like a logical progression, something that didn't need explanation or discussion. Pash knew all of Bliss's scars, and kissed each of them. Bliss buried herself in Pash's breasts, sucking until Pash moaned loudly enough to annoy the old lady in the apartment below them.
At one point the futon broke from the abuse and Bliss slid onto the floor, Pash falling on top of her. They paused to laugh until they cried, not even sure why it was so funny, and then Pash began fucking her again and Bliss arched her back against the ugly brown rug and came with little gasps.
"I hate that thing," Bliss complained, propping Pash's hips up against the frame and putting her mouth to her clit.
Pash shivered, grabbed Bliss's head, and pressed it closer. "You try finding decent furniture on trash day then, we're lucky it wasn't full of bed bugs."
"Mm," Bliss said, her mouth busy, because Pash was totally right, and she should be grateful, since it was Pash's scholarship paying for the tiny apartment and the terrible sofa-bed, but she'd rather complain about it and give Pash orgasms to make up for it.
Afterwards they curled up in a blanket nest on the floor and watched infomercials on their tiny TV, talking over the demonstrators and making up new slogans until they fell asleep.
The little apartment seemed like just the right size, then, for two.