Prompt #42: Lower
Warren/ Freeze Girl
Word Count: 268
Rating: M
Warning(s): None
Magenta was making the problem worse and Dolores was too happy to have someone trying anything to say otherwise. Every so often her eyebrows drew together and the spot on her cheek bunched as she bit the inside of her mouth.
"You're doing it too high."
"Shut the fuck up, Warren. And you stop squirming. I told you to not sit like that at the laptop for that long."
"I'm dying, so you shut the fuck up. I need someone to crack it for me."
Warren pushed Magenta in the shoulder away from where she rubbed the other girl's back. He sat next to Lo's prone form and ground the heel of his hand between the dimples between her hips. "You don't need it cracked. You have to go between lumbar four and five, Magenta was between two and three."
Her hips canted back and he tried not to watch, Magenta was already raising her eyebrows with a meaning that was obvious.
"Gaaaawd. I think I just fell in love."
"Sorry Lo, that hand is only into self love."
"Magenta don't make me smack you," he warned.
Lo cracked her eyes open to stare back at his hand and then cast Magenta a glance that seemed entirely too mean to have anything nice come from it.
"Wrong hand, Magenta. Warren's a rightie, not a leftie. And since it's his left he's using right now I won't be getting two-timed by his cock."
Magenta stopped breathing and Warren couldn't stop his mouth from parting the slightest of bits in shock.
"Don't even comment, that came out wrong," Lo growled.