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thelonelylakesome you want and some you bleed. dare me, addy/beth, addy/riri. post-canon, the girls play twister (even beth). 975w, rated m. for femslashfete and hotties haunting the narrative
"Right hand on blue if you've stolen vodka in the past week."
"Oh fuck off," Mindy groans, the only intelligible complaint from the tangle of girls on the mat. She hasn't moved for three spins, and I give her at most two more before she snaps and accuses Beth of doing this on purpose. She isn't meant for this, I think, solid, steady Mindy with her arms crossed so her hands can be glued to opposite diagonals, her left leg off the floor for this long.
RiRi's the only one to move, dropping into a surprisingly elegant bridge pose that brings her cheek-to-cheek with Emily. "Beth behaviour," she says to the ceiling. "Are any of us surprised?"
"Hey, blame the spinner, not the Beth." Beth's knees are poking into the back of my head, her laughter the most audible thing in the room. "Here, give it."
I flick the shitty piece of plastic, watch it spin across the colours so fast everything blurs into russet-brown. The colour of Beth's lips, hair, blood.
"Left foot on white if—"
If what? The words don't come, not that anyone would be able to hear them over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears, pouring down, down down until my hands are soaked in the proof that—
"Oh come on," RiRi's voice is thin, like all her air is trapped somewhere in her beautiful chest, stuck in the vacant cavity left behind as her ribs pulled apart into the bridge and not quite making it to her mouth. Maybe she hears it too, all the blood pooled in her head. "You can do this without her."
"Yeah, Addy," Beth says from behind me. "You can do it."
But I can't. She's the one with the good ideas, I'm the one responsible for making sure the girls follow them.
"Left foot on white if—"
My hair tickling the back of my neck as Beth brushes it away from my ear, her breath soft as she whispers in its space: "You're not wearing panties".
"Left foot on white if you're not wearing panties."
I watch Mindy's leg waver, like she's deciding whether to cheat. RiRi slides her left foot one circle over, keeping eye contact with me the entire time, and the movement takes Cori's wrist out, sending her elbow-first into the mat.
First one out. First one except—
"Slut," Cori says, managing to extricate herself from the other girls and get to her feet without further casualty. There's less heat in the words than there would have been a year, six months ago. They're all more careful with each other now that Beth—
Beth's words: "Like you mean it, Ross."
RiRi, still balanced in her bridge, tips her hips up enough for me to see the shadows of her inner thighs, unmarked by fabric. Suddenly it's the only thing in the world I want — to have my face buried there, her skin soft and sweet overflowing my mouth like only Beth's ever had. We've seen so much of each other's bodies that the only thing new is touch: I've only ever had my hands in Beth, before and after.
RiRi would be like Beth at the beginning, slick and pliable before all the blood.
"Hello? Earth to Addy?" Brianna has both hands free to plant on her hips and she's staring at me with a kind of bafflement I'd thought she reserved for English classes. "Are we taking our minds off Beth tonight or what?"
Beth's chin is on my shoulder, sharp and perfect. "I'm right here, silly."
"I know," I say, and — Brianna, so act like it, then, and Beth, hands cold and perfect around my tits, pinching my nipples, and I always will be. "Let's just — sorry, let's just get another drink and then we can do round 2, okay?"
"Oh thank God," Mindy sighs, and the rest of them are happy enough to follow her out to the kitchen until there's only RiRi and Beth left, one still on the mat and one right wrapped around me. Just like it should be.
Free of the girls around her, RiRi twists around like something out of The Exorcist, her skirt riding up until I can see her, totally bare. Not quite eye-level with her cunt I can't look away, the flash of pink between her swollen lips hypnotic.
"I know you're talking to her," she says. Stands up, and I rock backwards, Beth's soft exhale as I squish her deeper into the couch cushions. "The others might not notice, but I do."
"I think you should mind your own business." Dread, curling cold in the pit of my stomach. Not as cold as Beth's hand, and I reach back for her, say something—
My hand meets only fabric.
"Just because you didn't jump," RiRi's saying, and Beth, Beth, Beth, my blood in my ears, her blood on my hands. "Just because—"
"You need to leave," Beth says, the only thing to pierce through, still and always, but I don't know who she's talking to this time. RiRi has my hand, is sliding it up her thigh, and when did she get so warm?
They're both smooth. I can tell the difference of course, but if I close my eyes, if I focus only on the weight of her balanced on the single point of her cunt in palm, if—
"She's still here, okay?"
It breaks something, but I don't know what. RiRi's stepping back and pulling her skirt down; I'm sinking back into Beth's hunger, right behind me. I can see her, is the thing, even without moving my head. And I've never needed to see her to know.
The others are coming back, the clink of bottles and ring of laughter and the snap of hairties. RiRi's just watching me.
So is Beth. It's enough.
femslashfete and hotties haunting the narrative
hotties haunting the narrative: Dare Me: Addy/Beth, [optional Addy/RiRi]
Beth dies in the fall, Addy is not doing well.
"Right hand on blue if you've stolen vodka in the past week."
"Oh fuck off," Mindy groans, the only intelligible complaint from the tangle of girls on the mat. She hasn't moved for three spins, and I give her at most two more before she snaps and accuses Beth of doing this on purpose. She isn't meant for this, I think, solid, steady Mindy with her arms crossed so her hands can be glued to opposite diagonals, her left leg off the floor for this long.
RiRi's the only one to move, dropping into a surprisingly elegant bridge pose that brings her cheek-to-cheek with Emily. "Beth behaviour," she says to the ceiling. "Are any of us surprised?"
"Hey, blame the spinner, not the Beth." Beth's knees are poking into the back of my head, her laughter the most audible thing in the room. "Here, give it."
I flick the shitty piece of plastic, watch it spin across the colours so fast everything blurs into russet-brown. The colour of Beth's lips, hair, blood.
"Left foot on white if—"
If what? The words don't come, not that anyone would be able to hear them over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears, pouring down, down down until my hands are soaked in the proof that—
"Oh come on," RiRi's voice is thin, like all her air is trapped somewhere in her beautiful chest, stuck in the vacant cavity left behind as her ribs pulled apart into the bridge and not quite making it to her mouth. Maybe she hears it too, all the blood pooled in her head. "You can do this without her."
"Yeah, Addy," Beth says from behind me. "You can do it."
But I can't. She's the one with the good ideas, I'm the one responsible for making sure the girls follow them.
"Left foot on white if—"
My hair tickling the back of my neck as Beth brushes it away from my ear, her breath soft as she whispers in its space: "You're not wearing panties".
"Left foot on white if you're not wearing panties."
I watch Mindy's leg waver, like she's deciding whether to cheat. RiRi slides her left foot one circle over, keeping eye contact with me the entire time, and the movement takes Cori's wrist out, sending her elbow-first into the mat.
First one out. First one except—
"Slut," Cori says, managing to extricate herself from the other girls and get to her feet without further casualty. There's less heat in the words than there would have been a year, six months ago. They're all more careful with each other now that Beth—
Beth's words: "Like you mean it, Ross."
RiRi, still balanced in her bridge, tips her hips up enough for me to see the shadows of her inner thighs, unmarked by fabric. Suddenly it's the only thing in the world I want — to have my face buried there, her skin soft and sweet overflowing my mouth like only Beth's ever had. We've seen so much of each other's bodies that the only thing new is touch: I've only ever had my hands in Beth, before and after.
RiRi would be like Beth at the beginning, slick and pliable before all the blood.
"Hello? Earth to Addy?" Brianna has both hands free to plant on her hips and she's staring at me with a kind of bafflement I'd thought she reserved for English classes. "Are we taking our minds off Beth tonight or what?"
Beth's chin is on my shoulder, sharp and perfect. "I'm right here, silly."
"I know," I say, and — Brianna, so act like it, then, and Beth, hands cold and perfect around my tits, pinching my nipples, and I always will be. "Let's just — sorry, let's just get another drink and then we can do round 2, okay?"
"Oh thank God," Mindy sighs, and the rest of them are happy enough to follow her out to the kitchen until there's only RiRi and Beth left, one still on the mat and one right wrapped around me. Just like it should be.
Free of the girls around her, RiRi twists around like something out of The Exorcist, her skirt riding up until I can see her, totally bare. Not quite eye-level with her cunt I can't look away, the flash of pink between her swollen lips hypnotic.
"I know you're talking to her," she says. Stands up, and I rock backwards, Beth's soft exhale as I squish her deeper into the couch cushions. "The others might not notice, but I do."
"I think you should mind your own business." Dread, curling cold in the pit of my stomach. Not as cold as Beth's hand, and I reach back for her, say something—
My hand meets only fabric.
"Just because you didn't jump," RiRi's saying, and Beth, Beth, Beth, my blood in my ears, her blood on my hands. "Just because—"
"You need to leave," Beth says, the only thing to pierce through, still and always, but I don't know who she's talking to this time. RiRi has my hand, is sliding it up her thigh, and when did she get so warm?
They're both smooth. I can tell the difference of course, but if I close my eyes, if I focus only on the weight of her balanced on the single point of her cunt in palm, if—
"She's still here, okay?"
It breaks something, but I don't know what. RiRi's stepping back and pulling her skirt down; I'm sinking back into Beth's hunger, right behind me. I can see her, is the thing, even without moving my head. And I've never needed to see her to know.
The others are coming back, the clink of bottles and ring of laughter and the snap of hairties. RiRi's just watching me.
So is Beth. It's enough.
