Golly Songfic challenge on tumblr - shuffle current playlist, pick the first 5 songs that comes up and write a 100-500 words fic based on each song.
A Little Death – The Neighbourhood (Rated M)
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human, again
It wasn't gentle or relaxed, neither was it quiet and tender. It was loud explosions, and quick eruptions and amazing, colourful fireworks. You knew this wasn't the place for it, but you couldn't wait for her touches and the lust-filled hunger the both of you were feeling easily drowned out the incessant knocking on the door.
She didn't even give you the chance to undress her so you could feel her tanned, smooth skin against yours. Once the door was locked, your clothes were stripped off at lightning speed but you weren't complaining either.
A strong arm pinned your wrists over your head, while the other sneaked between the both of your hot and tense bodies to where you yearned to be touched most. You heard a low growl from her and you could basically feel the wetness pooling in your aching core.
The only piece of clothing left on your body was the thin, and incredibly wet fabric which did nothing to cover the evidence of your desire for her.
But there was no time to waste and all the time in the world.
Using her knee to spead your legs apart, she flicked the offending fabric to the side and pushed into you, and even though your eyes were closed amidst the delicious intrusion of her fingers, you were confident she was wearing that smirk of hers as she felt how wet you were for her. You tried to stop the stream of curses everytime she thrusts into you hard and just right, but failing miserably so.
Then she closed the remaining distance between the two of you and breathed warm shuddering breaths onto your sensitive neck. At that moment, you thought you would be gone, but when her tongue and teeth made contact with your rapidly pounding pulse point and with a hard thrust and a flick of her thumb, euphoric screams came out of your throat on its own and you clutched onto her as tight as humanly possible.
She held you up against the wall as you began to slip into unconsciousness, peppering your face with soft kisses and whisperings of affection. But at the same time, you had never felt as alive as you were in that second right before darkness and fatigue took over your mind and spent body.
Young Blood – The Naked and Famous
We're only young and naive still
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins
Sometimes you think back to the time when the both of you first started dating, and you'd shake your head and smile at your actions and hers. How young and stupid you both were, how the concept of being madly in love was such a foreign matter, even for the seasoned lesbian at the time. Granted, everything was moving too fast and too soon for you and Holly to grasp and before you know it, you ran at the first sign of trouble and didn't look back till it was too late.
The two of you dived head first into this undefined, yet intense relationship with unmentioned hopes and expectations. When you finally learned and understood the importance of communication is key, it was a lesson you paid a hefty price to learn.
You prayed to the Gods you've never really believed in that when you're finally given a second chance to make this right with the woman you love, you'd take it in a heartbeat.
But for now, you'll let it go. You'll let her go.
Because you believe when the final chapter of the book comes to an end, she and you will fall back in love eventually.
Royals - Lorde
And we'll never be royals
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen Bee
And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)
Let me live that fantasy
The longer your relationship with Holly continues to flourish, the more certain you become about one thing – you're going to marry her and spend the rest of your life with her. You never knew how much you liked domesticity until you guys found a comfortable rhythm in your lives. Date nights and stay home Sundays and breakfast in beds. But the one thing you're even more certain about marrying Holly, is living a life without the white shirt politics and Elaine Peck's mandatory guide to success (of being a cold, allergic to happiness woman, or whatever you want to call it).
Before Holly, you only had one goal. To please your mother and do whatever she says. Go to Police Academy, check. Graduate top of your class, check. Become a cop, check. Sit up straight, check. Call your hairstylist to set up an appointment because your roots are showing, check.
Then Holly came strolling into your crime scene (or hers depending on who you ask) and the perspective you had on your pathetic life changed dramatically and you wouldn't have it any other way. Holly showed you how to be content and satisfied with the smaller things in life, and to not take them for granted. To be open and free, yet modest and extraordinary. She's taught you that vulnerability isn't always a bad thing.
So now, if your mother asks you to do things her way, the answer is clear as day: no.
Go to dinners to rub shoulders with fellow white shirts, no. Make friends and connections with higher ups, nope. Stop wearing those hideous leather jackets and ripped jeans and combat boots, fuck no. Become a white shirt like her parents, no fucking way.
Now all you want to do is marry Holly, buy and live in a quaint little house with Holly and maybe, possibly, have disgustingly cute babies with Holly. You don't want to be a white shirt, buy a mansion and host exclusive dinner parties like your parents. You don't want to go to your monthly golfing sessions with the city's politicians. You don't want to be on TV and the papers. You don't crave that life and you never will.
You just want a perfectly normal and happy life with Holly Stewart.
Safe House – The Boxer Rebellion
Eyes wide open
Up in front me, see the world as though I'd never seen her before
And I scream aloud that I've found my home
That I won't be lonely anymore
You're staring at the slumbering beauty next to you, eyes scanning her perfectly sculpted features, traveling down her long neck and bare chest to her toned stomach right before the rest of her body remain hidden underneath the sheets. Then you look at her hand, at the ring that's sparkling in the darkness of the room on your wedding night.
And she's never looked more beautiful than she does now, with her dark tousled hair and plump parted lips and the gentle rise and falls of her chest.
It was late when the party finally ended and the alcohol stopped flowing, the two of you completely drained and ready to crash once you reach the bed. But as she held your hand and walk you to your suite, your initial exhaustion was overtook by desire, by how much you wanted to devour your newly wedded wife.
Wife.
You bring your own hand up to inspect your ring. You smile at that and you're certain if you smile any harder, your face is going to break.
Not for the first time since this morning – since the brunette said yes, actually – your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest. You're filled to the brim with so much contentment, satisfaction and gratefulness that you're sure anymore feelings and it might all topple over and you'd become a melted puddle of ooey-gooey mess.
You wish to wake your beautiful love and run out of the hotel room with her in tow, to let the whole world know that this amazing woman is yours and you're hers. But you'll settle for doing a victory dance in your head and try to squash down these crazy thoughts at 4am.
Three years ago if someone were to ask if you believed in marriage and being in love, you would've scoffed at their face, because if Gail Peck wasn't girlfriend material, what makes you think she would be capable of love and worthy of being somebody's wife?
Well, she is now.
Day Too Soon – Sia
Now I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah, I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day, you're not a day too soon
She's back. She's back for good.
You've been dreaming of this day ever since she left for San Francisco. You've dreamt about this, fantasized about your epic reunion. You've told yourself if she's ever coming back, coming to you, you'd never run away from the most amazing person you've ever met again.
Now that she's actually here, you can't quite believe it. Her bags are on the ground by your door and she's standing right in front of you, staring back into your own eyes. She looks tired, but still devastatingly beautiful. Your heart clench as you're having trouble forming words.
Then you see tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to fall but you're still trying to get rid of the lump that has formed in your throat.
"I love you."
You're not sure who said it, but you know the both of you meant it.
Then you finally take that one step that was needed to close the gap between the both of you and envelop her into a crushing hug. She's whispering 'I'm sorry' and 'I've made a huge mistake' as you breathe in the familiar scent that is so distinctly her, and tears spill down your cheeks at how much you've missed it, missed her.
She told you not to wait for her but you knew you were going to do it anyways, because she's worth the wait. Your friends and family told you not to wait for her, but you do it anyways, because there's no one else for you but her, and you know it deep in your bones, in your guts.
Just like how you know she'll come back to you, not a day late, not a day soon.
