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[232] Tepid Beer (Original)
Title: Tepid Beer
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Didi Bowler/Sasha Murphy
Rating: Teen
Words: 250
Summary: Hot days, bad thoughts.
Notes: Also for my personal Kinktober/OCtober challenge.
The sun dried up the grass, dried up the people, until even the ocean’s briny breath couldn't cool the city down. Didi stopped knocking and just walked into Sasha's room, dropping herself on her bed in the blessed relief of the electric fan.
Clack, clack, clack it went like the second hand of a broken clock as the boarding house sighed for nightfall like a lover. Didi, cooled and mellowed by a bottle of beer ("The one thing they always serve cold," she'd said as she'd lugged a crate up the stairs, back from the corner shop), lay sprawled across Sasha's messy bed, half-way to sleep, one foot kicking lazily in its pink fuzzy slipper. Sasha took a swig of already-tepid beer, melted into the tatty arm-chair, and considered joining her. The silk of Didi's slip crawled up her waist, her mismatched cotton underpants sticking to the swell of her bum by the sweat.
When had Sasha got to be so damn careful?
But then Didi sighed and rolled to her back, that sweet trusting open face of hers like a flower nestled among Sasha's dirty sheets, and she couldn't. She just couldn't, any more than she could snatch a bottle of milk from a baby.
She put down the beer and pushed herself off the armchair, walked over, and pressed a chaste kiss on Didi's brow. “I'll pop open another for you, darling.”
“Mm.” Didi smiled up at her and Sasha's heart melted. Yeah. She was a complete chump.
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Didi Bowler/Sasha Murphy
Rating: Teen
Words: 250
Summary: Hot days, bad thoughts.
Notes: Also for my personal Kinktober/OCtober challenge.
The sun dried up the grass, dried up the people, until even the ocean’s briny breath couldn't cool the city down. Didi stopped knocking and just walked into Sasha's room, dropping herself on her bed in the blessed relief of the electric fan.
Clack, clack, clack it went like the second hand of a broken clock as the boarding house sighed for nightfall like a lover. Didi, cooled and mellowed by a bottle of beer ("The one thing they always serve cold," she'd said as she'd lugged a crate up the stairs, back from the corner shop), lay sprawled across Sasha's messy bed, half-way to sleep, one foot kicking lazily in its pink fuzzy slipper. Sasha took a swig of already-tepid beer, melted into the tatty arm-chair, and considered joining her. The silk of Didi's slip crawled up her waist, her mismatched cotton underpants sticking to the swell of her bum by the sweat.
When had Sasha got to be so damn careful?
But then Didi sighed and rolled to her back, that sweet trusting open face of hers like a flower nestled among Sasha's dirty sheets, and she couldn't. She just couldn't, any more than she could snatch a bottle of milk from a baby.
She put down the beer and pushed herself off the armchair, walked over, and pressed a chaste kiss on Didi's brow. “I'll pop open another for you, darling.”
“Mm.” Didi smiled up at her and Sasha's heart melted. Yeah. She was a complete chump.