#pffft i debated all day if i should post this here

[yuutaguro]

“you look so pretty kento~” 🌅

[kame-writes]

Media Overlords drabble - Girls night

Velvette turns up at the Hotel

Charlie rushed to open the door, surprised to hear it being knocked so late in the afternoon. There was a giddy, optimistic part of her hoping that it was someone interested in staying at the hotel. And despite the fact that it hadn't happened yet, she still greeted the person on the other side with a Dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Hazb-”

“Zip it Princess, nobody cares.” The impatient cockney voice instantly gave away who it was, and she didn't sound in a good mood.

The Vees generally didn't come out to the hotel, except Vox who was a naussance on a debatably regular occasions. Valentino was out right banned on pain of something about Alastors shadow, which had been a huge relief to Angel Dust. So Velvette standing with her hand on her hip in the doorway was a very odd sight indeed.

“I'm just here to pick up my number one bitch for the day.” She explained, pushing her way through the door and into the lobby. 

“Uh Angel Dust?” Charlie guessed, not sure who Velvette meant. Angel was a good guess, since he was always in fashionable clothes for his shows, which she assumed came from the social media overlord.

“Pffft as if. He wishes he was number one.” With a scoff Velvette brought a hand to her lips and let out an ear piercing whistle, before screaming. “Girls night!��

Immediately, there was the sound of quick, tip tapping sounds as someone ran down the stairs. A red and white blur rushed past Charlie and launched itself into Velvette’s arms.

“Niff, how you been girl?” Velvette grinned, pulling her into a spinning hug, before settling the much smaller sinner on her hip, able to hold her almost like a child since she was so much smaller. “Towers been boring as fuck without you running around causing chaos.”

“I'm in a war with the cockroaches!” Niffty  beamed, excited as always to talk about her unusual little hobbies. “You should see my collection, hehe, I put on puppet shows with them!”

“Good for you. Now then, the boys have pissed me off today, so we're going all out. I'm talking spa day, retail therapy, the works. If we don't max out at least one of Vox's cards, we ain't doing enough.” 

“Ya know. Al gave her a job here. He ain't gonna like you taking her away like this.” Husk pointed out from the bar.

“Stay outta this pussy cat. If that Deer bastard’s got an issue he can come back to the tower and hash it out with me personally. Hear for himself just what I think of him demoting my girl to a fucking janitor.”

“I like to clean!” Niffty grinned, not seeming to see the same Issue Velvette was.

“So. You're taking Niffty shopping? Is she going to be gone long?” Charlie asked, clearly a bit apprehensive about letting their weird little maid leave by herself with an Overlord.

“I don't think it gives us a good image, if our staff is seen out and about with the Vees.” Vaggie pointed out, making herself known from further back in the foyer, glaring at the young overlord suspiciously.

“Oh please. What kind of Hotel only has, like, two guests anyway. One or two posts on my Sinstagram and your crummy little hotel could be crawling with patrons.” Velvette almost giggled, turning around to hold up her phone for a selfie.

“Aheh. I wouldn't do that if I was you, little lady.” A familiar staticky radio voice spoke out, a second before its owner materialized from the shadows, leaning forward on his cane with slightly narrowed eyes aimed at Velvette’s phone camera. “Unless of course, you wish for the first shop you visit to be buying a replacement.”

“If you break one more of my phones I swear to-”

“Let's, uh, not get into a fight shall we?” Charlie cut in, anticipating this to only get worse if it was allowed to continue.

“This hotel is not in affiliation with the Vees. As I have made very clear on multiple occasions.” Alastor's voice was a casual firmness, being polite instead of argumentative. “It is a place for sinners who honestly want to give redemption a shot. Not some tacky, tourist photo opportunity for your social media scrutiny.”

Alastor straightened up from his forward lean, walking over to put himself between both Charlie and Velvette, slightly to the side so he could address them both equally. “However. If Charlie wishes to allow you some form of promotional material. Perhaps you may ask her to join you on your outing today? Ask some questions, take some photos together. Be seen supporting our darling princess in a few of your posts.”

“I'm not letting Charlie go anywhere with an Overlord. It's bad enough that you're here. And even then I'm only about sixty percent sure you're not a threat to us.”

“Sixty? My, I've gone up in your estimations.” Alastor laughed, backed up by a condescending laugh track. “But very well, I suppose it would be remiss to leave you behind.”

“Hold up. This ain't some kind of playdate.” Velvette snapped, putting Niffty back down on the floor to instead stand with both hands on his hips, hip checked to the side with very obvious attitude. “I'm here for Girls night with-”

“And the last time I checked, both Charlie and her paramour were of the female persuasion.” Alastor said, more firmly this time. “Girls night seems like a wonderful bonding experience for all of you!”

Charlie looked back at Vaggie, who was holding her spear to the side, not looking thrilled at the idea, but not outright rejecting it either, and Niffty was bouncing on the spot with a hug grin stretching wide across her face. “I… guess it wouldn't hurt to get to know eachother. I mean, if your a friend of Al's, and wanted to help out.”

“Ooooo! Girls night got bigger.” Niffty gasped, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Urgh.” Velvette groaned, racking a hand down her face in annoyance. But the fond look she gave at seeing how happy the idea made Niffty softened the blow somewhat. “Fine. I suppose being seen with the princess isn't cramping my style too much.” The resignation in her voice was palpable, and the knowing look she shot Alastor only validated his smug expression.

“Wonderful! Anything Charlie buys, you may take out of my personal account.” Alastor said brightly, stepping aside to allow Charlie to pass. “I look forward to hearing all about it this evening.”

Vaggie reluctantly followed the others out of the hotel, moving besides a bewildered but optimistic Charlie, who already looked like she might break into a full round of twenty questions at the drop of a hat.

“And don't you fret princess. I'm sure the boys and I will have things completely under control here until you get back.”

[winryofresembool]

Love Can Melt the Ice, ch. 18

Summary: Figure skating time! Part 1.

A/N: Long time no see! Sorry about the long wait, but here it is, the first part of the “grande finale”. I can’t believe we are finally here :’) I’m so excited (and also terrified) to write... whatever it is that comes next. Some important figure skating info for those who are not that familiar with the sport: like I hopefully make clear enough in my fic, the competition consists of two parts, short skate and free skate, and this chapter has the short skate part.

This chapter is dedicated again to some of my very favorite people on this website, aka @criis55 and @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak because you guys have blessed me with so many pics, and there aren’t enough words to describe how much it means to me. You are simply wonderful ♥

Please enjoy and REVIEW because that way we’ll finally get to the part you all have been waiting for ;) (Oops now I spoiled it)

Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17

Next chapter: [x]

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Words: 2100+

Genre: general

Warnings: swearing, no news there :D

“Brother, you seem kinda anxious,” Al noted as the two of them were approaching the figure skating arena. It was finally the day of Winry’s individual short program, and like promised, Ed was taking Al to see the competition. Which of the brothers was more nervous (about two very different things), was up for debate.

“I do not! You’re the one who hasn’t shut up about Mei Chang the entire morning! I don’t think we should interrupt her today; this is her most important competition so far and I bet she is just as focused as Winry is.”

“Since when are you the voice of reason of the two of us?” Al frowned at his brother, looking genuinely surprised. “Are you really the same person who left home two weeks ago?”

“I… of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” Ed asked nearly aggressively, his stuttering and the red blotches on his cheeks betraying him.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’re in looooove,” Al stressed the last word as annoyingly as possible. “And you know what they say about love? They say it changes people.”

“I… just… Listen, can we just go inside now? It’s fucking cold out here.” The glare Ed shot at Al would have scared someone who wasn’t as familiar with him as Al was. He didn’t let the topic go that easily.

“We can, but you can’t deny what I just said.”

“You can’t deny a fist on your face soon. The automail one.” Ed lifted his right hand threateningly.

Al snorted. “You know, that sounds more like the Edward I know.”

Ed punched Al on the shoulder, although just lightly, but the younger brother didn’t even seem to notice. He stopped on his tracks, his gaze on a person who had just come out from the arena through the side door only the competitors and staff were allowed to use. She had dark, braided hair and a red (Xing’s national color) coat covering her short, pink dress in which she was supposed to perform. She seemed to be on her way for a quick warm-up jog, not noticing the two golden haired boys near her. When she started running, a small bow fell from her dress, and Al decided to yell after her.

“Ex-excuse me, miss, you just dropped something!”

She turned to look at the speaker and noticed the bow on the ground, picking it up before turning her attention fully to the two quite fascinating looking boys.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” She had an unreadable expression on her face for a moment, as she kept taking them in. “Do I… know you from somewhere?

“I don’t think so,” Al answered.

“Wait a second…” She finally recognized them, and Ed swore she had stars in her eyes when she asked Al: “Oh my god, are you Edward Elric? This is such an honor…”

Al just stood there awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what he should tell her. Finally, he decided to go for the truth: “Sorry, I believe you got us mixed… I’m Alphonse Elric, and this is my brother Edward.” He pointed at his shorter older brother. The girl eyed Ed suspiciously; admittedly, he didn’t look his best at that moment. Everything about him screamed he had just been in a fight; he had small bruises on his face, his leg was in a cast, his untied hair was sticking to various directions, and the worn leather jacket he had chosen to wear to avoid being associated with team Amestris was hazily thrown on his shoulders.

“Re-really?” she asked, “I… always had a different kind of picture of you in my head…”

Ed grumbled something incoherent under his breath, making Al laugh and say: “Don’t mind him. He’s always been like that. I… I’m gonna assume that you are Mei Chang, aren’t you?” he asked, suddenly more shyly.

“Yes, that’s me,” she admitted. “How did you know?”

“I may have watched your performances on TV…” Al answered, blushing just slightly.

“That’s funny because I’ve heard a whole lot about you! My brother’s the captain of team Xing so he talks about hockey and different hockey players a lot…” She shook her head and continued: “Honestly, I can’t believe I ran into the Elric brothers right before my competition! Are you going to watch it?”

“Yes, actually! Well, Ed here is going there to see his girlfriend” (Ed’s glare towards Al was nearly deathly this time) “but I am really looking forward to seeing your performance!” Al said smoothly.

“Oh, really? So, Mr. Alphonse.” Mei seemed to have lost the last of her interest in Ed with the g-word, but instead she casted Al a curious look when she asked: “Are you the older brother?”

Ed, who understood she was referring to his height, had almost reached his boiling point and asked angrily: “What makes you think that?” Al immediately stepped in: “I think my brother here is simply trying to tell that he’s the older one. But that doesn’t matter, I got the looks and the wits.”

Mei giggled at Al’s joke. “Alphonse, you’re too much.”

“Pffft.” Al waved it off.

May checked her watch and noted: “Hey, I should be going, but do you think we could continue this conversation maybe once my competition is over?”

“Su-sure!” Al replied, flustered and surprised by the fact that he had managed to attract this girl’s interest so quickly. “Where should we meet? Do you know any good cafes or restaurants here?”

“I know some! But I really need to go now so let’s text later, OK?” She slipped a piece of paper with her phone number into Al’s hand. “See you soon!”

“See you!”

“How… did you do that?” Ed asked when Mei was out of hearing distance, looking beyond shocked.

“Oh brother, some people just have the skill. And you know, politeness can take you far.”

Ed just rolled his eyes and started heading towards the front doors of the figure skating arena.

…

Winry was waiting for her turn in her dressing room. Even though she was nervous, a weird kind of confidence was surging through her, making her feel less awful. After all, this time she was only responsible for her own performance, and no matter what happened, at least it’d be over after this competition. Weirdly enough, one part of her was very eager to find out what would happen after that… And she realized she felt that way because she’d finally get to know what was going to happen to her and Ed.

Ed. She wasn’t 100% sure if she had done the right thing by asking for some space, because after the practices, when she was alone in her room, her thoughts started drifting towards unwanted direction. But she tried to reason that he needed that space just as much as she did, because admittedly things between them had progressed fast. Emotionally, at least. Physically... well, she supposed sharing a bed was already something. Either way, it would probably do good to him to have some thinking time.

She allowed her thoughts to drift for one more second, wishing she’d see the brothers in the audience, before someone announced that it would be her turn soon. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, stretched her back and arms and started walking towards the rink. There was a mirror on her way, and this time, she could see the swan she was supposed to be for this performance more clearly. As she observed her reflection for a moment, she realized the white dress or the feathers in her hair didn’t do it, it was her facial expression.

The previous skater got her points, and Winry started gliding on the ice. There were so many people watching her that she couldn’t spot the two golden haired boys, but she trusted they were there. Now it wasn’t time to think about them, it was time to convince everyone who was watching her that she was worth an Olympic medal.

Thankfully, the routine was so familiar to her that even her nervousness couldn’t make her forget it. Her first element was the layback spin. Winry started pretty carefully, having just enough speed to keep the spin up long enough to not lose points. In the story she had built around this routine, it was supposed to represent all the confusion the swan felt when she realized she didn’t belong to the group she was in. After that she took her first steps in the outside world, shaky and insecure. The step sequence had always been her favorite part, because it allowed her to express the vulnerability she herself had felt after her parents’ death, a feeling that was difficult to express orally.

Next came the difficult triple lutz – triple loop combination, and she knew that if she nailed it, she’d be a strong medal contender. The landing wasn’t as perfect as she had hoped but at least she had done everything she was supposed to do and didn’t think she’d lose a lot of points for it. After that she was time for her axels. That was the part she was particularly nervous about because of the outcome last time. She knew a double axel was usually no problem for her, but… what if her foot started hurting again? She had another performance already the next day and she couldn’t afford to get injured…

She sighed of relief (hoping it wasn’t too obvious, though, because even her facial expressions mattered in a tough competition like this) when she managed to land safely, and the foot didn’t react to it in any way. Now she had gone through the hardships the swan of her story experienced, and the rest of her routine would be easier. The last jumps, another short step sequence, and two different spins (that she was notably more confident about than the first one) to finish the routine. Her smile was wide and genuine when she bowed and curtsied to the audience. Suddenly, she thought she saw a tiny bit of gold in the audience, not too far from her, her smile widening even more. She was out of breath and her ears were ringing a bit, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

She knew she had definitely done better than last time.

Would it be enough, though? That she couldn’t say yet, because some of her toughest competitors were yet to skate, and a lot would naturally depend on her free program as well.

Garfiel came to her when she left the rink and hugged her.

“You nailed it, girl! I’m sure you’ll win this!”

“Uh, thanks,” Winry said modestly, “but I wouldn’t cheer too much yet. We don’t even know my points!”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve seen you perform thousands of times and I know that was one of your best ones yet. If the judges didn’t see that… they are blind.”

Winry just smiled as Garfiel guided her to the seats where they would listen to the point announcement.

…

“Aand Winry Rockbell’s points are… 81,95!”

“Is that good? Is that good? Al, is that good?” a very nervous young man in the audience asked his brother as the audience around them was roaring excitedly.

“Hell yes it is! There are only a couple of skaters in this group who can come anywhere near that amount of points,” Al answered, happy about Winry’s success.

“In that case…” Ed jumped from his seat and yelled: “FUCK YES! THAT’S MY GIRL!”

“Ed, you might want to calm down a bit,” Al reminded him. “Unless you want that reporter to find you again…”

“If she wins this entire thing, I don’t care to whom I’ll be telling how awesome my girlfriend is.”

“Ed. Girlfriend?”

Ed’s eyes widened when he realized what he had just said, but there was no point in denying it anymore.

“Um… I am… kinda… planning to ask her once this thing is over…”

“That’s awesome! I’m so happy you’ve finally come to your senses!” Al exclaimed, getting a sour look from Ed.

“I wish we could go to celebrate with her,” Ed said much more to himself than to Al, but Al tried to cool him down:

“This competition isn’t over yet. Mei’s pretty good, you know.”

…

Everyone’s points were announced, and it turned out Winry finished the short program in the second place. Lan Fan from Xing had bested her with 0,10 points, and Mei Chang was only 0,2 points behind her. Paninya was fourth with 78 points and Rose wasn’t far behind either. Overall, Winry was content because she knew she had done her best, and everything was still up in the air; 0,10 points was nothing in the free program event where more points were given. When she left the arena, she felt happier than she had in a while. But that was only until she saw a conflicting view in front of her.

Ed was talking with one of her rivals.

[forestwater87]

30. Favorite porn fic? >__>

So, published? I’m gonna have to go with Blackmail Material by Micheoff (aka @teammuchrespect​ on this here Tumblr machine). It’s RPF, so if that makes you uncomfortable, uh … can I interest you in some Ronmione? It’s not exactly top-tier — it used to be, until @ciphernetics​ ruined all my standards — but it’s very very sweet and very slow.

Really though … I’m spoiled by Ciphernetics, who writes unfairly good Gwenvid stuff that she never publishes because she hates you all, I guess? (And the list of ��people who wanna read about really specific Gwenvid smut AUs” is like, tiny. Like, I think we’re the only ones on it.) 

But here, this is one I think she really oughta post because it’s just … super amazing. I’ll give you a bit and then you can bug her to post the rest of it. (And no, Netics, I’m not going to feel bad for sharing this. Because you think it’s not good but that’s because you’re literally wrong about everything. It’s great.)

(Concept is that Max locks them in a broom closet and there’s basically no … uh, wiggle room? Pffft okay I think I’m funny. Everything below this is pure Netics filthy genius.)

“Oh.” A moment passes. “So,” she begins, “how high are the chances that you’re just kinky for being locked in a cupboard of cleaning supplies?”

“About the same as the gardening supplies,” he replies tersely.

“Okay, okay, makes sense.” She turns her head, her fringe glancing along the side of his face. “But, uh, David.”

“Hm?”

“You known I’ve been trying to give you some leeway here?”

She sees his throat move as he swallows. “L-leeway?”

“Yeah. Because I’ve listed off everything I can think of, but you’re kinda leaving me with only one answer.”

He tenses, flattening against the wall. “I didn’t ask you to figure it out…”

“It’s not like it’s hard, though, is it?” She giggles. “Sorry. Bad choice of words.” David makes an agreeing noise. “It’s not your fault.” She slumps dramatically against him, hyper-aware of the insistent presence pushing at her hip. “You’re not the first guy to fall victim to my magnificent ass.”

“I- I, uh-”

“Irresistible, I know,” she sighs.

“Look, it’s not-” David cuts himself off. “I mean, I just- can you- I didn’t mean to, okay? We’re just- really close, and it’s h- hard not to-”

“Oh, it’s hard? Really? Because I already knew that.” She wiggles slightly, and David’s hands twitch.

“Please don’t.”

“I know you can’t help it. It’s fine.”

“You could help by keeping still,” he suggests, foolishly hopeful.

“Is this not helping?” She grinds back. David makes a winded sort of ‘guh’ noise that tweaks at the edges of her mouth, pulling it into a grin.

“Wrong kind of help,” he wheezes.

Gwen raises an eyebrow. “So… It is helping.”

“No!”

“You just said it was!”

“I meant-” He grits his teeth, “no, okay, it’s not helping!”

“Oh, no, you said it. It’s helping.” She rolls her hips back again, grinning widely as he turns his head away, mouth pressed into a thin line.

“You’re acting… weird, Gwen.”

“What do you mean?”

He hesitates, putting his words together. “This is… You’ve never…” He gives up, but she gets the gist.

“Yeah, well, you’ve never humped me in a tiny closet before, so it’s a day of new things.”

David chokes. “Please stop saying that word!”

“Which one? Closet? Day?”

“You know which one,” he snaps, and on anyone else it would probably be more of a growl. “It’s awful.”

“How do you think it feels to have it happen to you, huh?” she points out. David’s face falls.

“I- know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Ah, shut it, I don’t actually care.”

He blinks. “You don’t?”

“Nah. Guys get hard, it happens.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“No,” Gwen hums, “I am.”

“What? You? Why?”

“For this.” She braces her hands against the door and rolls her hips back, slowly.

“Gu- u hhssstop-” David gasps, his eyes fluttering shut before snapping right back open. Subconsciously, Gwen’s teeth drag lightly across her bottom lip as she smiles. He pushes her away again, and she presses to the door, narrowly missing a de-eyeballing from their resident broken trowel. He must be pretty desperate if he’s stopped caring about it. “Why-!” He stops, taking deep breaths that catch raggedly in his throat. “Gwen, I really don’t understand what you’re doing, b-but. Can you stop?”

She swallows past the slight dryness in her throat. “Do you want me to stop?”

David… hesitates. For a few long seconds, and it’s as much an answer as any. “Y-you should. Please.”

“Do you want me to?” she repeats.

This time, David doesn’t hesitate, but he carefully doesn’t look at her. “I think it’d be best if you did.”

“Hm.” She moves back. “Well… second best isn’t so bad.”

“Wh-h hggwen, please, think about this,” David pleads, his voice catching as she brushes against the tent in his shorts.

“I’ll stop if you tell me you don’t want me to do this.”

“I… don’t want you to feel obligated,” he admits, his voice so quiet it’s practically a whisper. But it’s still not a real refusal.

Gwen clicks her tongue. “I’ve never felt obligated to you in my life, David, only my contract.”

“I… do.. you want this? I don’t understand.”

Gwen doesn’t know. Does she? She’s never really… considered it. Not since her first week here, after which it became clear David was either asexual or completely gay. At the very least, he hadn’t responded to any of her original advances, and then she’d kind of realised what kind of person he was anyway. i.e. way too sunshiney for her.

But now here he was, obviously if unwillingly aroused by… what? Her? Because he’d never shown interest before. But the evidence is pretty clearly poking her in the back, and it’s definitely not half hard anymore. She straightens up slightly, her back pressing to his chest. His heart is hammering against the inside of his ribs, so harsh she can feel it.

“Let’s just wing it.”

She feels David turn his head, cheek brushing her ponytail. “What?” he asks, barely a breath.

“I said let’s wing it. You’re overthinking it. We’ll never know if we don’t try, right?”

“Know what?” he asks, confusion mingled with breathless terror in his voice.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Whatever we know afterwards. If this doesn’t end well, I mean… We  can just forget it, right? This closet can be, like, a different place. If this doesn’t work we’ll just leave it in here.”

David’s quiet for a few beats. “Would that work?”

It might. Likely, it wouldn’t, and the pair of them would be left walking on eggshells for the rest of the summer. Gwen nods. “Sure.”

“I don’t know…”

“You’re making it more complicated than it needs to be,” she mutters. There’s a heaviness in her lower half that’s making her impatient, so she grinds back in a slow circle, the fabric between them not enough to disguise how eager his body seems.

Behind her, David sighs like the air is being slowly squeezed out of his lungs. “I-i iihhm just worried this might be a bad idea,” he confides, his fingertips whitening where they’re pressed to the wall. “I mean, we’re- we’re coworkers.” He laughs, a sound that’s one hundred percent bubbling nervousness. “And I don’t think you’re doing this for the right reasons.”

She reaches behind her and gropes for his wrist until her fingers close around it. “Everything at this camp is a bad idea. Our mascot is a wild, non-native, poisonous animal. Half our camp activities are either completely inappropriate or involves knives. We don’t even know where our boss is, and when he’s here, there’s usually bullets too. And we have to do all this shit by ourselves. You don’t think we deserve to fuck around a little? Just for fun?” She pulls his hand gently towards her, setting it on her waist. His grip is loose, but it doesn’t fall away when she pulls hers away.

David laughs again, quiet and strained. “You make a convincing argument.”

“I was on the debate team in middle school.” Not the winning one, usually, but still.

David’s thumb draws a short curve on her hip. “I was in a… a knitting club.”

“You were? Jesus Christ, I’m not even surprised.”

“I was the…” He sighs. “I started the club.”

She turns her head with a smirk. “And how many people were in it?”

He looks down. “Three. Four, if you count the teacher who had to watch us.”

“Including you?”

“Yes.”

“Any other boys?”

“No…”

Gwen tips her head back, resting it on his shoulder. Her own are are shaking with quiet laughter. “You’ve really always been like this, haven’t you?”

“My mom always said the best thing to be is me!”

“Your mom sounds like your mom.”

“I don’t- what?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.” She grins. “Hey, David.” There’s something in her tone of voice that makes his shoulders tense, which only makes her grin wider. “Are those knitting needles in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“…That sounds awfully dangerous…”

“Asshole, you ruined my cheesy pick up line!”

“No, I know. But you should never keep knitting needles in your pocket!”

“I wasn’t planning to, but thanks.” She can practically feel his smile. It’s like a 6th sense picked up after years of this, the “David’s behind you and smiling so brace yourself for something​ inane” sense.

He’s getting too comfortable. She needs to fix that. She reaches back to his other hand and drags it forward. But she doesn’t stop at her hip, oh no- she pulls it up and around to her front, pressing his warm palm to her breast.

Behind her, David stiffens with a squeak. “Ah-!”

She grins. “I’m sorry, is there a problem?”

“Ye- no, I- it’s- maybe!”

“Is this bad?” She closes her hand around the top of his, forcing it to gently squeeze. 

David whimpers. “N-o o… But… Are you sure?”

“I’m grinding on your dick and you think this isn’t gonna be okay?”

A stuttered breath forces from David’s throat at the words. They’re just so- uncouth.

“You know, I’m not sure.” She hastily untucks her shirt before grabbing his hand again and pulling it underneath the fabric, using her fingertips to push the soft fabric of her (very cute) bralette up and out of the way. She sets David’s hand back where it was, but this time it’s bare, skin to skin contact. Her nipple brushes against his palm and she sighs. David echoes the noise, a thousand times more choked. “There we go. Now I’m sure.” She flexes her hand, forcing his to squeeze again, and David’s entire body seems to stutter. Not exactly a buck forward, but definitely something. Heavy warmth sparks through Gwen’s- well, everything, but it’s particularly localised to a very specific spot somewhere inside her. “There, see? It doesn’t bite.”

David doesn’t seem to trust himself to speak, if the strangled “Nnh.” is any indication.

Gwen rolls her eyes. “It’s not that great.”

David’s answer is almost too quiet to hear. “I’ve never. Um.”

“You- oh. Huh. Well, um, congratulations?” She squeezes his hand again. “Well, go wild.” (Although she’s kinda been driving him wild for a while now.)

She pulls her hand away and David’s stays where it is. Tentatively, he squeezes (barely, really) and Gwen melts back with an encouraging sigh that makes his breath catch in his throat. She knows him, knows that once he’s over his initial fear he’ll be… enthusiastic. “What do you want to do?” she murmurs, letting her eyes fall shut. 

“Ah… What do you want to do?” David echoes right back at her.

“I asked you first.”

“I know, but- I’d feel better if you just told me what to do?” he sheepishly admits. 

“Hm,” Gwen hums. “Maybe later. How about instead of listening to me, just listen this guy?” She rolls her hips back. 

“Hhhi- are you sure? I mean… that’s… are you sure?" 

"That’s like the fifth time you’ve asked me that.”

“You keep not answering,” he fires back. “It’s confusing!”

“Fine. You want a straight answer?” Keeping her legs straight, Gwen’s front half dips down as far as she can, given the room they’ve got, and she braces her forearms against the door. She looks over her shoulder. “How’s this?”

Gwen receives the best possible answer, in the form of David’s cock twitching almost violently against her as he covers his eyes with a hand. “Oh god.”

“That good?”

David groans, his head tilting back to knock against the back of the closet.

“Come onnnn, David,” she practically singsongs, playfully swaying her hips from side to side. To her immense satisfaction, just like the first time, he twitches forward with a sharp breath. “Good start,” she praises, “but I know you can do better.”

The hand on her chest slides down to mirror the one on her hip. Still pretty loose, but at least it’s something proactive. “I…”

His fingers twitch and pull back to hover over her hips before returning. He’s a mess, warring side to side, and the idea is inappropriately appealing to Gwen. She’s always known him as the good guy, the sweet, naïve little kid at heart. This isn’t childish or naïve, though. This is the adult side of David she’s- well. She’s seen him tired, she’s seen him mad. Even seen him swear, once or twice. But she’s never seen him turned on, and it looks like it’s kinda tearing him in half. 

She swipes her tongue across her lower lip. “You can do anything you want, David.”

Okay, maybe that sounded a bit ridiculous. Maybe the low voice was too much. Or, uh, maybe not, because a raw “hng” noise echoes from the back of David’s throat. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” She raises an eyebrow. He shakes his head, keeping his eyes downcast (and to the side, lest he be mistaken for staring at her ass.)

“Just… just don’t.”

“Did you actually not like it or did you like it too much?” She smirks. David just swallows, at a loss for how to answer, so Gwen decides to conduct an experiment. “Come on, David. Anything you want. I’ll be good.”

His fingers nearly spasm, clutching her tighter. “Don’t,” he chokes.

“Wow. You’re really…” She bites the tip of her tongue, breathing deeply through her nose. “Easy.”

David chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. It’s kinda hot.”

He pauses. “O-oh?”

A flash of embarrassment hits her, and she wiggles. “Come on, we’ve got time but not forever. If you’re gonna do something, do it now.”

David breathes out and hangs his head. “As long as you’re sure, Gwen. Please. If this isn’t what you want, please tell me,” he pleads, and she knocks her forehead on the wood. 

“If you keep asking permission, I’m not gonna let you do anything.” That shuts him up. She waits.

And waits. “You alive back there?”

“Mostly, I think. I just. Um… C- can you start?”

“Oh my god.”

David’s fingers twitch. “Please? I can’t do it.”

“You fucking baby. Fine.” She grinds back in a slow figure eight. Slow enough to drag herself up and down the length of him (not too bad, she thinks to herself) and another restrained moan claws from his throat. She was right, he’s so easy. All it takes is some lazy dry-humping and he’s melting. It makes her feel powerful, wanted. In charge. She likes it. “Get involved anytime,” she mumbles, a trace of breathlessness in her voice.

For a little longer David just lets her take control, but eventually he gathers the courage to move. Clumsily, a little off kilter, he rocks his hips forward into one of her backwards movements. It almost upsets her balance but she doesn’t snap, because she worked so hard to get him to this point.

The air in this little closet is stifled, clinging to her throat. She kind of wants to take off her shirt purely because it’s choking her with its warmth but that might give him an actual heart attack, so maybe not yet. Now that he’s started, David seems to fall into a rhythm that tastes like desperation. Like he’s wanted to do this for longer than just the past half hour.