lollipop fic (and some other cheesecake stuff)

[ultraviolet9a]

I'm in a writing frenzy lately. Don't know why. 

Also, I'm tired of my layout. One of these days I might have to do something about it. *yawn*

And I made cheesecake today. (No joke, kroki_refur, I actually made cheesecake and I didn't think anything of it until it was done and I REALIZED THAT I MADE CHEESECAKE. My subconscious is obviously having a blast.)

Extra hugs to hiyacynth  today (just because) *sends her lots of cheesecake and ice cream and hugs and naked Sammylove*

Also, here's my drabble for the spn_het_lovechallenge.

>> lollipop

 

TITLE: lollipop

AUTHOR: ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: none

GENRE: het

CHARACTERS: Jo/Ash

SUMMARY: short drabble on the said pairing. And lollipops.
RATING: PG-16

FEEDBACK: Dude…duh. 
DISCLAIMER: Don’t make profit, don’t sue.

NOTE: 15 min Saturday surprise challenge in spn_het_love. (Took me 15 minutes. Maybe a few more seconds, but who can be that accurate, huh?)

 

Mouth sticky, corner harsh against her back as she’s pushed on the pool table. Not sure she wants this, the sugar and the artificial fruity splash in her mouth, and underneath it the taste of beer and late nights up, smell of smoke (and grease) and sweat, and his hair tickling her and the balls (both his and the pool table’s) rubbing against her and it’s dawn and most things are quiet and her mother is sleeping upstairs and they might just get caught and oh god, she’s not sure she wants this, but she’s having it anyway, because this isn’t just a nameless face/body, this is him, and it’s her birthday and she wants to be done with it, wants to know what it feels like and it won’t be some nameless jog or freak or whatever, not even George she’s got this big crush on cuz he’d never look her way and even if he did he’d just cheapen everything anyway and make her feel like a scared rabbit, not like now, now it’s alright because she trusts him, trusts him with everything she has and oh she knows it will hurt and it does but she trusts him, loves him, but then pain goes numb and turns sweet and she muffles her mouth on his shoulder because mom mustn’t hear and oh god now she gets what the whole fuss is about and underneath the fruity sugar taste and the beer now she can only taste him, essence of him, man genius badass best friend forever and oh my god where did he learn to do that and oh my god oh my god mustn’t yell mustn’t cry.

 

Ash pants, slides away, leans beside her. Then he reaches over and takes the half-finished lollipop lying there in its own sugary near-death experience. He takes a long suck at it, then takes it out with a plop.

 

“Happy birthday, kid,” he says and then Jo grins and guides the lollipop to her mouth.

 

She already feels older.

 

-The End.

 

SIDENOTE: Go me. Deflowering fics are fun. (For Dean’s deflowering go here.)

Comments

[ultraviolet9a.livejournal.com]

Wait, they did what with that lollipop? *gasp* ;) I let that part vague on purpose. *manic grin*

And well, my flist's been generally spoiling me too, so I thought I'd return the favour! *huuuugs*