Team Rocket, even in their pre-pokemon days, are the rightful property of a large number of people who would never write fanfiction. Also, please be aware that the theme of this story is shoujo-ai (femslash). And it wasn't written to be beautiful.
*Little Girls*
"Why do you do that?"
Cassidy shrugs, an insolent movement, like the cat that melts away from the hand upon its back.
Like something moving through an oil slick. "Because I can." Exactly the right amount of boredom in the tone, message emphasized by yet another long pull on the cigarette between her dirty fingers.
They're sitting on the side of the hill, just far enough from the rolling crest to hide them from the windows of the school, which glint in the sunlight with a kind of unwholesome cleanliness. They are dirty themselves, lying in the grass, blades itching at their arms and the backs of necks, uniforms wrinkled and stained with the sharp-smelling juices of crushed plants, eyes turned to a cloudless blue.
"You could get expelled for doing that."
"Screw them. I don't want to be here anyway."
"You're just saying that."
"I don't think I'll go back."
"All your stuff's in your room."
"Screw my stuff."
"…"
"Can I have some of that?"
"No." Cassidy blows smoke gently from her nose. She's rather proud of that. She can do most anything with a cigarette now. "If you start smoking, you'll never get a boyfriend."
"You would know."
"Who says I want one?"
Jessie rolls over onto her side, fingers absently picking at a scab on her knee. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Never mind. It's not important."
"Maybe you'd rather have a girlfriend."
It isn't quite a question- a statement hovering on the borders of teasing, waiting to see if maybe there could be something serious behind this. A hint of tension, the momentary stillness of the fingers, a little catch of breath before it passes over the lips.
Cassidy scowls at Jessie's temple, not quite meeting her cerulean eyes. "Please. You just wish I wanted you. Bitch."
Jessie looks back towards the sky, fingers trailing against rough earth. Mission accomplished. Test taken, friendship intact. Another teenage worry sent to the grave.
When Cassidy moves, it shocks them both. A rough scramble with skin on skin and painful accidental pressure, an elbow slipping and cracking against the other girl's shoulder blade. Rapid breathing- Jessie's shocked, Cassidy's angry- eyes bold now, raking over the other girl's face with a kind of frightened determination. Their chests are too tight, too painful. And under all, the warm, hidden subtext of tangled legs and rearranged uniforms, unacknowledged but ever present, the dictating force.
"Do you know why they sent me here?" Cassidy growls. "My parents. They hated me. They caught me kissing." Who she kissed is irrelevant, a name her friend wouldn't know, a face she can't remember except for the wetness of the mouth. Demonstration is easier, with Jessie's lips this close, open in shock.
There is a moment when, despite everything, it could become beautiful. A delicate touch, dry and gentle. Then Cassidy asserts herself, tongue burning in the other girl's mouth, scraping over teeth. Their eyes are open, their bodies uncomfortably close.
The blonde pulls away, taught arms holding her away from the ground, away from the shaking, gasping young woman on the ground. "Little girls don't kiss other little girls, Jessie." She whispers, breath warm and coated with the taste of saliva. She pushes herself away.
Jessie waits until she's gone down the hill, back to the school. She doesn't know what to feel. Can't even remember exactly what it was like, now that her breath is slowing and her eyes focused. In the end, she looks at the sky again. Cassidy tasted like smoke.
Owari.
Lodestar.
*Little Girls*
"Why do you do that?"
Cassidy shrugs, an insolent movement, like the cat that melts away from the hand upon its back.
Like something moving through an oil slick. "Because I can." Exactly the right amount of boredom in the tone, message emphasized by yet another long pull on the cigarette between her dirty fingers.
They're sitting on the side of the hill, just far enough from the rolling crest to hide them from the windows of the school, which glint in the sunlight with a kind of unwholesome cleanliness. They are dirty themselves, lying in the grass, blades itching at their arms and the backs of necks, uniforms wrinkled and stained with the sharp-smelling juices of crushed plants, eyes turned to a cloudless blue.
"You could get expelled for doing that."
"Screw them. I don't want to be here anyway."
"You're just saying that."
"I don't think I'll go back."
"All your stuff's in your room."
"Screw my stuff."
"…"
"Can I have some of that?"
"No." Cassidy blows smoke gently from her nose. She's rather proud of that. She can do most anything with a cigarette now. "If you start smoking, you'll never get a boyfriend."
"You would know."
"Who says I want one?"
Jessie rolls over onto her side, fingers absently picking at a scab on her knee. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Never mind. It's not important."
"Maybe you'd rather have a girlfriend."
It isn't quite a question- a statement hovering on the borders of teasing, waiting to see if maybe there could be something serious behind this. A hint of tension, the momentary stillness of the fingers, a little catch of breath before it passes over the lips.
Cassidy scowls at Jessie's temple, not quite meeting her cerulean eyes. "Please. You just wish I wanted you. Bitch."
Jessie looks back towards the sky, fingers trailing against rough earth. Mission accomplished. Test taken, friendship intact. Another teenage worry sent to the grave.
When Cassidy moves, it shocks them both. A rough scramble with skin on skin and painful accidental pressure, an elbow slipping and cracking against the other girl's shoulder blade. Rapid breathing- Jessie's shocked, Cassidy's angry- eyes bold now, raking over the other girl's face with a kind of frightened determination. Their chests are too tight, too painful. And under all, the warm, hidden subtext of tangled legs and rearranged uniforms, unacknowledged but ever present, the dictating force.
"Do you know why they sent me here?" Cassidy growls. "My parents. They hated me. They caught me kissing." Who she kissed is irrelevant, a name her friend wouldn't know, a face she can't remember except for the wetness of the mouth. Demonstration is easier, with Jessie's lips this close, open in shock.
There is a moment when, despite everything, it could become beautiful. A delicate touch, dry and gentle. Then Cassidy asserts herself, tongue burning in the other girl's mouth, scraping over teeth. Their eyes are open, their bodies uncomfortably close.
The blonde pulls away, taught arms holding her away from the ground, away from the shaking, gasping young woman on the ground. "Little girls don't kiss other little girls, Jessie." She whispers, breath warm and coated with the taste of saliva. She pushes herself away.
Jessie waits until she's gone down the hill, back to the school. She doesn't know what to feel. Can't even remember exactly what it was like, now that her breath is slowing and her eyes focused. In the end, she looks at the sky again. Cassidy tasted like smoke.
Owari.
Lodestar.