title; true love and other stupid things
summary; gratuitous make outs happen in a locker room. [drabble.]
pairings; older!Louise/Jessica.
Words; 353
"You're all bones," a feminine voice murmurs into the shell of Louise's ear, warm and moist. It belongs to Jessica – the girl from the one and only slumber party from years ago. She's sheltered in the parted thighs of Louise, fingernails tracing patterns over the delicate bumps of her arched spine.
Louise, face to Jessica's neck, laps at her pulse in reply. Her teeth nip at the pale skin over the thudding vein. "Hey, Louise," Jessica begins again, and Louise groans before she parts from the ginger girl's throat, sitting up.
"Jessica, babe," the youngest Belcher girl scolds, breathing hard, "I thought we agreed this was a 'no talk, just make out' situation?" her voice echoes in the acoustics of the high school locker room.
Jessica just smiles, swollen lips pulling tight across the wall of her teeth. She pulls away from the band of the sports bra Louise is wearing to stretch and tuck a strand of damp black hair into Louise's ever-present bunny ears. She pushes herself up further on her elbows to press a kiss, sticky and slick from saliva and chapstick, to Louise's parted mouth. "I know," Jessica coos, tongue swiping at her girlfriend's cheek, and something in Louise lurches with promise, "but I want to be on top."
She pushes hard into Louise's chest with the ball of one hand. With a startled grunt, the Belcher daughter finds herself on the floor and Jessica straddling her lap. She can see her gym shirt pushing towards her breasts, feel fingers sliding across her ribs. "You clever lil' bitch," Louise hisses, the words diluted with amazement that she'll never admit and affectionate annoyance. "Why do I put up with this? What about 'Louise is the Boss' do you not understand?"
Jessica chuckles, deep, and loud, before she nips at the bridge of the nose of the girl beneath her. "Because we're equals," she laughs again when Louise snorts, "and you love me."
Days later, Louise will still deny the deep maroon blush that came over her face. "Just shut up, and stick your fucking tongue in my mouth."
a/n;
my louise is okay, i guess. i should trying writing her as a kid instead of a teenager to get more practice. also, these two are cute. shut up.
- kati
