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Blue & Green

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When Green gets home, tired and cranky and so fed up with Daisy's baby talk, he expects a warm bath and some scotch, or something that will help him relax, after a rather stressful Christmas after-party. Instead, he notices his front door is open, and that someone is obviously having a blast jumping on his bed. His brain declares this day Official Shit Day of the Month as he all but runs towards his room, his fingers still deeply tightened around the shopping bags.

And when he stalks into his bedroom moodily, a deadly glare already in place, he expects – obviously – a burglar, or even Gold trying to bed some girl in his house, or something as farfetched as that (because it's not like Gold wouldn't try). He even waits for Red trying to surprise him with something like a battle, or Yellow trying to hand him cookies or, or –

The point is, he doesn't expect Blue to fall, breathless, onto the bed covers, wearing a brilliant smile and little else. The paper bags fall to the floor immediately as he sputters and absolutely does not look at her underwear, nor does he stare at the amazing pair of breasts almost jumping out of the black piece. He doesn't do any of those; he just stares at the floor, suddenly interested in the beige carpet. She clears her throat.

"Admittedly," Blue says, matter-of-factly, "it's a little tight on the chest, but it's not so uncomfortable."

"I don't think that's the issue here," Green struggles to reply – his voice doesn't crack at all, dammit – his knuckles white with effort. It doesn't look like he's noticed that he's let go of the bags, but it doesn't look like he's noticed anything besides Blue's breasts.

"Well, excuse me for having breasts," she says, and rolls her eyes as she herself rolls on the bed, until it's her back against the mattress. She doesn't break visual contact, her blue eyes still very vibrant and clear, and almost nervous (but she's Blue, he's probably just misreading), "So, anyway, do you plan on moving anytime soon or do I have to do everything? Not that I mind." Her lips spread across her cheeks as she smirks at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, miserably trying not to notice the rush of blood flowing away from his brain and down. Blue rolls on his bed again, and he laments having bought something so wide for once. Only when she kneels on the bed does he notice the lace panties. They match with the bra, and his brain just barely avoids short-circuit.

"Aren't you happy I'm here?" she asks back, biting down on her lip and smirking wider. Her tongue darts out to lick at her lower lip, and he needs to tell himself that there are no innuendos there, that she's just hot and her lips are dry because he almost can't handle the mental images. "Oh, come off it, it's not like you haven't thought about this before." He almost squeaks miserably, but clears his throat to disguise the sound. His cheeks are very, very warm, and sadly they're not the only thing that's hot. "So, what was it like for you – water sex? Maybe you've had that, uh, nurse fantasy thing – it's supposedly very common with guys. I can't see why, but to each his own, right?"

"Could you please stop talking?"

"Could you please just get here and do me already? It's just that – yeah, you're hot, and I'm hot, we're hot together and there's no reason for you not to want me, so." She takes a breath; and sadly it's pretty apparent to Green that she's been rehearsing, and even worse, that she's absolutely right. Blue crosses her arms impatiently, and Green really needs to avert his gaze for the sixth time in like, five minutes. It's getting annoying and frustrating and why is he so bloody attracted to her? "Plus, I've brought handcuffs."

Fuck.

Green bends over and pinches his nose; all this blood rushing makes his face heat and his brain frizzle, but it also makes his nose go kaput. Green breathes through his mouth, silently cursing Blue all the while, until the woman in question just sighs and lies down again. "I seriously expected more from you than a nosebleed. You're such a virgin, Green – "

"Like you aren't." It comes out of his mouth before he can actually parse what the fuck he's just said, and he stands again, horrified of the repercussions, only to find her playing with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, the kind he's seen in shady shops in Celadon, the biggest of smirks on her face. His cheeks flush harder.

"At least I don't show it."

"… Yes, I bet you're very proud of yourself."

"What, for not behaving like a ten-year-old? Please, I can embrace my sexuality at any given time. And, well, maybe I've had a few glasses of wine – " she giggles, then, " – but you wouldn't know just how convincing Crystal is when she's trying to get rid of someone just so she can go and jump Gold—oh, because that's totally what they were doing, I could tell. I have a sixth sense for these things, you know."

"You're babbling," he helpfully points out, still looking at the carpet.

"That's because nothing is going according to plan, you twit." She turns to glance at him and he raises his eyes from the carpet to her wonderfully blue eyes. "For example, you were supposed to arrive later, when I would already be expecting you – you were also not supposed to have a stick up your ass and actually possess some libido. I mean – seriously? Have you even looked at me? Do you think that any ordinary male would turn this down? Are you crazy?"

"Aren't you the confident woman," he says, force of habit, and Blue just squints at him, furious and biting on her lower lip again, in a gesture that's far more appealing and sexy than it's supposed to be. She gets out of the bed, all long legs and smooth stomach and – god it's getting hot again – she steps forward, slinking and smooth, until she's far too close for comfort.

For some reason, Green can't find it in himself to move away; his legs are too stiff and he doesn't trust himself to touch her, to push her away.

And then her hand meets the side of his face, and she's warm and he's so cold despite being hot, and nothing ever makes sense as he just gives up and gives in, grabbing her by the sides of her face and pressing his lips against hers. He can almost hear her smirk as she wraps her arms around his neck, the smooth skin a delicious feeling against his sensitive, cold jaw.

Kissing Blue feels better than it probably should – she doesn't taste like strawberries like he'd thought once, immediately after waking up from one of his more … vivid dreams –, especially when her fingers climb up his hair and give soft pulls when he doesn't move to her pleasing. Green is still moist from the snow outside, the thinnest layer of water on his hair and hands and face, but Blue doesn't seem to mind, not as she peppers his jaw with kisses and nips.

She's far better at this business than he is; her hands are already unbuttoning at his shirt, and Green hadn't noticed being stripped of his jacket, but the god damn thing is on the floor and her hands are under his shirt, warm and making his toes curl inside his shoes. Green pulls away from her kiss, breathless but not willing to admit that there is something she's so much better at doing than he is, and he bites at her lobe, softly testing the waters. He's been told by – someone with far too much sexual experience for his age – that, and quote, girls like it when you bite—doesn't matter where, as long as it's good, yeah?, so that's exactly what he does; bites and hopes to god he's not doing something she hates, because he sure as hell isn't going to go through this again.

But Blue doesn't hate, in fact, her hands tighten around the lapel of his white shirt, and she pulls until he has to hold her for balance. His hands are on her naked waist and he – he's not panicking but he isn't comfortable, he doesn't know what he's doing, but then he feels her breath against his cheek, "Do it again."

And he does, experimenting with her, listening to her soft gasp for breath when he licks at her neck, softly. Blue's hands are still tight around his shirt, and his are still on her waist; they both stand immobile, frozen, the only movement being his as he presses his mouth against her skin. The house sounds very quiet and solitary, as his hands slide down her waist and settle on her hips, and Blue blinks and smirks and she's back to being her usual self, because she lets go of the shirt only to strip it out of him. Her short nails rake across the skin of his stomach and Green would almost hisses, were it not a sign of weakness; Blue bites at his shoulder, too, and he hears the softest giggle before a sharp clack echoes throughout the room. He momentarily freezes before looking down – and even though all he sees is her chest, when he attempts to get his hands out of her hips, he finds that she's cuffed his hands together—around her hips.

Green reaches back and glares at her, trying his best to remain calm even though she has that smile on her face, even though her hands are roaming free through his stomach – it's like she has a fixation with his abs, or something. It's not easy maintaining the threatening look, though, not when she tells him that she needs a glass of water, and starts sinking to her knees, glancing up at him from below, her eyes so very innocent and wide –

"What are you doing." His voice is strained but Blue just crawls away, like she isn't noticing the connotations of going down on her knees, and she gets up almost immediately; she smirks back at him before stepping out of his room. "Where are you going."

"I've told you, I'm going to get a glass of water."

It's obvious this is some kind of twisted payback, and Green just squints at her before she leaves; he sits on the bed and glares towards the fuzzy handcuffs. The whole idea is ridiculous – it's not like she can just barge into his house and demand sex – and yet, that's just what she's doing. Blue's being impolite and inconsiderate of him, as usual, and he can't say anything because he's aroused and warm and trying not to give in again, because a few shared kisses are more than enough for one day, and … frankly, he's tired. It's not that he's nervous or feeling afraid of the situation; he's Green Oak, he doesn't get nervous. That's stupid.

He's just tired.

Yes.

Of course that when, suddenly, he feels the press of her breasts against his back, there's another shift in mood and he struggles with both annoyance and stimulation. This is so unfair, the way she handles him, like he's some doll of fucktoy or – he doesn't know, nor does he care, for the proper term. Green's main concern at the moment is the sensual attention being paid to him; the way her hair smells the way her arms knot around his neck and don't let go as she leans in for a kiss.

"You're the most evil, egoistical, nonchalant, cold, bitchiest person I've met." It's his voice which echoes throughout the empty room, shattering through the silence like a bullet shatters through glass. Blue snickers in his ear.

"Was that your final statement, or should I hold back and wait for your official desistance?" Her voice is soft and her breath is minty and warm against his cheek as she speaks; when she inhales, Green can feel the press of her breasts better than before, and he shivers under her touch. He tells himself it's from the cold, because he was trained to survive everything, he was specifically told never to give in to the enemy, especially when his pride depends on it, but – "Green," Blue says, grinding up against him, "I've been a bad, bad girl – "

And his heart nearly stops with mental pictures –

" – Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"

In a last moment of desperate fuck you, Green grunts out, "I'm the one with the handcuffs."

"That can be easily taken care of."

His brain goes dead as he blinks, the unstoppable and unstopping torrent of fantasies he didn't even know he had rushing through his thoughts and stealing away coherent … coherent anything. Green sinks back into her touch, his head leaning down on her shoulder, and presses his lips tight together when she bites at his neck. His fingers itch for her skin, but he can't touch her from where he stands, from where he's turning towards. So he gets up and turns to her, "Remove these."

Blue raises her eyes to his and grins, "No."

"You just said – "

"I'll take these off after the second round. On the third round then," she replies, easily cutting him off and making his ears turn hotter than fire. "Deal?"

"I hate you very much," is Green's only answer as he turns to step away from the bed and into the bathroom.

"Ugh! Why do you always have to make things so hard on people! Jeez," Blue groans, and gets up, running after him; Green turns to look and greatly regrets it, because she's soft and curvy and bouncy and god damn it all, his hands dart out to contain his crotch, and of course Blue notices. The greatest of smirks run across her lips for a second, and she tries to disguise it, to no avail. " … You know I could take care of that for you, don't you, Green?"

The floor is very cold against his socked feet; he wonders how she manages it, barefoot. Green does his best to think about everything but the horrifying situation he's in. He considers the paint of his walls, the colour of his wooden floor, the wonderful picture of the snow outside –

She huffs and, in a quick step he isn't quite sure of how to understand, has her hand on his belt; she's still behind him, though, tip-toeing and with her chin on his shoulder. Her hands are warm as she undoes his belt buckle, and Green can only stare down in bafflement. Or shock. Or horror – and as he tries to step away, or break the cuffs, or something, her smart hands find his cock and Green sort of just – freezes on the spot. Her thumb slowly, slowly makes its way across the length of it, and he shudders as she moves her fingers.

"If you hadn't been that much of a prick, we'd have done this ages ago."

"Stop killing the mood," he manages, voice hoarse and deep. Blue chuckles, clearly proud and amused that she's winning.

She kisses him softly on the shoulder as she applies her whole foot on the floor. Her hand is still in the same spot, pressing lightly and drawing lines; at a certain moment in time, her short nails rake across the flesh, and Green can't help but to groan. He brings his hands to his face and bites down on his palm. The feathery pink of the cuffs feels soft against his cheek.

"You can make noises, you know. I actually find it kind of hot." She brings her other hand to his wrist and tugs it away from his face. He's stronger than her, but for some reason, Green decides to acquiesce to her yearnings. "And – " she pumps him slow and he hisses, " – later, when we're both having fun – if you know whattamean," Green chokes when her left hand – the free hand – lowers from his wrist to his stomach. She writes her name with her fingers and then bites down on his shoulder.

The sensation is painful, but he can't not groan. It seems like a current, recurrent occurrence – it's the first time he's ever talked so much to someone; it's the first time he's ever made those particular sounds.

" – I want you to call my name," Blue finishes, her breath splayed across his skin as her two hands wrap around his cock and pump. Green's knees shake embarrassingly, and he is not inebriated enough not to care, but for a moment her tongue darts out to lick at his ear, her breasts pushing against his back again, and the only rational thought on his head is, she must be tiptoeing again, before he bites down on his lip and groans embarrassingly loud.

Her hands leave him, and Blue has never looked so satisfied as she steps in front of him, her right hand white, and sticky, her smile bright, her cheeks flushed. She grabs him with her left and pulls him down for a kiss, and Green just lets her, his mouth open as he breathes; she bites at his lower lip and suddenly this isn't an innocent kiss, it's a tongue-and-delirious-feelings-kiss. To be fair, he doesn't know how to deal with these, so he just closes his eyes, feeling his skin even hotter than before, while she does that thing and –

"Hmm," she hums when she parts, leaving him to catch his breath. "What should we do next?"

"This counts as a round."

"No." Her answer is curt and stern, and she smirks at him. "You'll know what a round is, trust me."

"Yes," he says, back to his usual self, somewhat. "Trust the virgin."

Blue just rolls her eyes and goes to remove her bra; Green automatically looks away, flustered and nervous because it's Blue's breasts, and he doesn't even remember that his cock is still outside of his boxers, between the folds of plaid tissue and jeans. He does remember, then, and proceeds to cover himself, tucking it inside his boxers again. It's tender, and he cringes just slightly – he's not supposed to show any signs of discomfort.

"You can look at me, you know. Did you expect we were going to this dressed? Well, I suppose some people do, and I won't mind doing it with you, of course. It's also pretty hot. Can you picture it? I certainly can – me in my favourite black dress and you with that super cute get-out you had when we were fourteen – " she pauses to breathe, and continues, much to his chagrin, "But … you can look at me, for now. I'm not that bad to look at, am I?"

Green doesn't say anything, nor does he move his gaze onto her. Blue just sighs and heads out to his bathroom; he hears the water running and hope is born in his chest, that maybe she's done, and maybe she's disappointed—soon, that hope becomes bitterness and he darts out to just do something about it. Blue's reflection on the mirror smiles warmly at him, and she's topless and hot and beautiful (not that he'd ever tell).

"I'm just washing my hands, cutie," she says, giggling, and turns to him, her hands on her hips. He gulps as he looks away again. His throat is dry. And to add to the humiliation, he doesn't know where to put his hands when she wraps her arms around him. There aren't many safe places, and he can't place them on her hips again without pressing the blasted cuffs against her stomach. "Why, were you afraid I was going away?"

He'll never admit that the prospect of spending the rest of the night alone was not appealing. Especially not after … that.

Green just continues to avoid her eyes, until Blue presses her hands on his cheeks and forces him to look at her again. She looks exasperated as she presses closer to him, the chain between the cuffs digging into her skin softly. "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are you so selfish?"

There's a silence, and Blue just rolls her eyes, unable to deal with the seriousness of it all; her hands leave the side of her face to lower across his back, until she's dipping them inside his pants. Green nearly jumps when her nails rake across the skin of his rear, and he feels himself turn red when she mutters, "Hm, very nice."

Blue kisses him then, again, and this time Green lets her do it properly; it's the whole shebang as she pushes him into the bedroom again, while she pushes his pants down with extreme talent (and, he supposes, because it's Blue, he doesn't find her talent to undress men all that odd). Green's hands are still bound and hesitant to touch her anywhere, at least until Blue groans, fed up, and grabs his wrists and pulls them over her head, until the link is behind her naked back.

It's then they fall to the bed – Blue's on top of him, smiling like a minx, and Green still has issues with her chest, so he just looks to the side until she kisses the side of his neck feverishly. Her mouth is hot and she whispers tiny things while her lips work on his skin (I like your cologne or next time we'll try chocolate or I'm so awesome because I start things). Green's hands find their way onto her hips and they rest there while she kisses him. When she tugs on his earlobe, his nails rake across her skin and Blue writhes against him, all soft and warm, and he tightens his hold on her, because he's no longer tender, and her movements are way too alluring.

Blue shivers and murmurs in his ear, and Green does his best not to flinch. His skin is sensitive, his groin is sensitive, and he doesn't think he can handle all this contact without exploding. "Green," she whispers, her breath hot and her teeth sharp and her tongue wet. He doesn't think of how her tongue would feel in other places— She grabs his hands and pulls them over herself, until his arms are over his head, and Green just sharply inhales when she straddles him, busily working with the cuffs. He feels one hand free, and sighs of relief, until she grabs his wrist and cuffs him to the metal of the bed.

"You've got to be kidding me," he groans, and pulls at the link with a frown. Blue doesn't even take the time to crack a joke or a flirty reply as she kisses him, harsh and fast, before her hands dart towards his belt buckle again (and he's just buckled it, too). "Blue – "

He is interrupted by himself; a groan, deep and throaty and – he bucks into her; she just smiles and kisses him again. When she pulls back, the smile's gone, and her face is very serious. Almost as if she's actually considering taking the situation seriously. But with a hand around his cock, there is not much Green can think about, so the thought is soon forgotten, soon replaced by the soft flesh of her thighs as she moves against him.

He's nestled against her thigh; close enough to push against the fabric of her lace underwear but not close enough, so when Blue covers his eyes with – he's not sure what, actually, he can only listen to her moving, and he realizes she's taking those off. Her hands shift against him, quickly, and he feels his cheeks turn hot when he finds that she's putting a condom on him – she came prepared. But she hasn't taken his pants off; nor does it seem like she wants to, because the next second, Blue takes away his tie from his eyes (so that's what she was using to make him go blind) and sits on him with a muffled moan.

"Whoa," she says, gasping, "You're bigger than I thought – perfect everywhere, aren't you, Green?" He's biting down on his lip to avoid moaning or groaning or something embarrassing like that, but she's tight and hot and – not that he'll ever tell her, but he finds her perfect, too. Sometimes. Not always. Green pulls at the metal link again, desperate for physical contact, and he goes as far as to flex his legs, just to feel something. Blue just smirks and leans slightly closer, her hands on his chest. She's not moving, and that almost hurts, and she knows just how his head is spinning. "Hmm," Blue hums with a pleased smile, "Aren't we just – "

Her tease becomes a moan when he tries to kick down the bed or thrust up, and she very positively shivers; the skin of her breasts is freckled with goosebumps. The imagery makes the situation ever so pleasant, and Green breathes in through his mouth.

"That was cheating," she says, before doing something with her hips that has him rolling his eyes and tightening his jaw. Green is forced to realize that he's losing his virginity with Blue, and well, the first time isn't supposed to have handcuffs, and this is near-rape, or something. He desperately needs something to focus on besides the heat and the way his skin is sparking off at the minimal movement she makes.

Blue's hips roll, slowly, and Green's head goes blank; his brain distinctly screams something at him, but all he knows is that he very much wants to touch her with his hands, and that this beats any dream he's ever had about any sexual situations. Blue, above him, is flushed and biting on her lip as she rides him, slow but strong, and Green doesn't want to let go, he doesn't want to come before her, because he's supposed to be the one in minimal control of everything, as usual, because God knows neither Red nor Blue ever think about plans –

"Green," Blue hisses, her voice cracking and pleading as her hands pull on his hair – she kisses him, her skinny arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts against his oversensitive skin, her hips quick and making him work for it, at the same time, and he just can't. With a final, desperate pull on the god damned link, Green thrusts up, feeling the muscles flex and complain, pained from the overexertion, and everything around him goes white.

When Blue pulls apart to breathe, her forehead on his shoulder, her breath on his chest, Green leans against the metal frame of his bed. It's cold, but he's too hot, and too tired, and too frustrated (despite having an orgasm? Makes no sense), so he just thinks, ah, screw this, and gasps to catch his breath. It's undignified that something so primal and … unproductive has him so tired, but he needs air.

Blue bites on his ear, and whispers, "You know what, if you had that much fun – " he huffs indignantly, but feels himself harden again, " – then imagine me," she says, and rolls her hips again, until Green starts pulling at the cuffs again. She seems awfully amused. He isn't very.

"I didn't think it possible to humanely hate an object this much," he replies, and kisses her back. She makes to unlock the fuzzy pink evil object. "I'll give you at least that." He rubs at his wrists, and grins just barely, snaking his arms around her waist.

"So, about that third round? You know, the one in which I'll be the one wearing the cuffs?"

"… What?"

"I think that should be now."

" … Okay."