The girl who's kicking the coke machine
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Title: Still feels wet [Ref to my first P/T =D]
Author: Ayries
Pairing: Pearl/Trucy
Word Count: 508 [Is that OK for here?]
Challenge: None
Author's Notes: The prompt on the kink meme was '16 year-old Pearl and Trucy try to make out with each other, but without Phoenix or Maya finding out. So, they find various places in Fey Manor to get busy. Bonus points if Phoenix and Maya DO find them making out." Well, I live to serve! The title is a ref. to the first P/T I wrote- also for the kink meme!
Mentions teen homosexuality, kissing, etc. You WUSSES =D
This is a special fic, not one of the 50 themes. =)
One, small, very well known spoiler concerning her family [4-1]
"We can't use the summoning room!"
"Oh, come ooon! You said there aren't any channelings booked today; no one will look in there!"
"But- but- it's not right! Not in there!"
After these words had been spoken, there followed an intense staring competition between the two girls. It was full of meaningful eye twitches and fantastically angry scowls. Who said Pearl Fey looked sweet again?
"OK. OK. Fine. So, where do you suggest we go, then?"
"Well... there's the winding way... it's kind of open for- erm- that-" She blushed here, much to Trucy's amusement. "But, well, it's not really used this time of day. And there's the spare room, as well... There's no one staying there right now..."
"You know, if we really wanted to be cliché, we could use a closet. Is there one?"
"T-Trucy!" She got a smack for that, but it was worth it.
"Fine, we'll use the spare room then. It's freezing out! Come on, you're going to have to show me the way... I don't know the place well enough."
Pearl, still faintly blushing, sighed and grabbed her wrist, setting off towards the manor, Trucy following with a grin like the Cheshire Cat.
^v^v
Of course, when they got there, it was wondrously awkward to start with. The two girls, even at sixteen, weren't very experienced in the politics of dating. Plus, even with the screens closed, there was so much light and space in the room they felt exposed.
After a couple of minutes of tentative attempts, they heard someone whistling outside.
They broke apart, stared at each other, and dived underneath a blanket each until she'd left the yard.
"...Right, yeah, not working..."
"Pearl, your skills of observation astound me."
"Well... I suppose we could try the larder?"
"...What?"
"Well, you're the one who suggested a closet!"
^v^v
After a moment's contemplation, Trucy had found herself unable to fault Pearl's logic, so the girls had snuck past the couple of women in the hall to get to the larder. Admittedly it was kind of cold, but oh well. Better than nothing. And at least it was dark in here.
The two were much less self conscious than they had been before, and so were really quite enjoying themselves. It was still weird (and, Trucy noted, still felt wet. And a bit sloppy.) but in a nice way- even if they were lent awkwardly against the shelves and their backs were hurting.
Of course, this meant that when the footsteps down the hall started, they were far too busy to consider pretending they were just getting something to eat.
And when the door opened, they didn't even bother acknowledging it until they heard a throat being cleared. At which point Pearl fell over and Trucy very nearly followed.
"Girls..."
"O-oh! Hi... Hi, Daddy! Um... um... hi?"
"...Pearly?"
"Mystic Maya! U-um, well, you see, we were just... just... getting... something to eat!"
"..."
"..."
Eventually, they got sick of this, and just pushed past them and ran down the hall, blushing furiously.