I've been trying to get back into writing a little more and wanted to try my hand at Sadie and Prudence's friendship, with Pru's implied crush.
Critique of any kind is welcome! Thank you, again, to those who have read my two previous oneshots. And as always, I own nothing save for my mind.
"Sadie?" Prudence called, in search for her boots.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Do you know where…?" Prudence's mouth is struck open when she encounters the goddess sitting on the lid of the toilet seat in only a tank top and underwear, with one foot propped up on the edge of the bathtub.
"Yeah, Pru?"
"Where, um… where…"
Sadie's knee was bent, her strong left calf on display as it flexed and she guided her razor up the skin, reflecting dimly in the dull bathroom light.
"What's wrong, hun?" Sadie looked up, her brows taut with concern but Prudence's eyes kept focused on those legs.
"I always nick myself," Prudence admitted shyly, her cheeks growing pink in embarrassment.
"The trick is… not to rush it. You gotta allow patience to the deed." Sadie inclined her head with another upward stroke that Prudence watched diligently.
"The knee cap," here, Sadie brushed the fingers of her other hand across her knee, "is especially sensitive, as are the back of your knees." She indicated them as well.
Prudence swallowed her present saliva and nodded like an obedient student.
"The bone is more prominent here." Sadie traced her fingers straight down from her kneecap towards her ankle.
"And… and the thighs?" Prudence's throat had dried and she surprised herself with the question. Sadie's legs parted slightly with a smile.
"Well, sweat pea, though the thighs have more meat on 'em, you still want to be gentle. The skin's softer, making it easier to catch on the blade." She flicked her relaxed thigh, laughing as the skin rippled. "Will that help you?"
Prudence nodded enthusiastically. "Thanks, Sadie."
"My pleasure, babe. Now what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh… never mind." Prudence flushed and left Sadie to wonder vaguely at the girl's behavior.