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ficlet: Twin Peaks, Stardusted, Audrey/Shelly, Rish
Disclaimer: not mine
Fandom: Twin Peaks
Set: post-episode one, alludes to events in that episode.
Pairing: Audrey/Shelly
Rating: ...PG13? R? I never know what to use anymore. There is sex, and girls kissing, but it's not really explicit (also, the aforementioned alluding to Bad Things)
Length: 540
notes: I blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prozacpark even if she hates this. (title is blamed on Belly's 'Dusted') I have no TP icon, you get Maggie/Diana instead.
Stardusted
by ALC Punk!
"He said he lost me years ago," Audrey says, mouth buried in the side of Shelly's neck. The words aren't sad, just matter-of-fact, as though they don't belong to anyone anymore.
Maybe they don't. Shelly doesn't remember why she came here, or if she was even thinking when she found Audrey in the dark, staring up at the stars and singing something weird under her breath. But Shelly laughs anyway, and doesn't answer, her hands stroking Audrey's sides lightly, gently. This isn't what she's used to, not the rough and tumble, shoving her around that never gets her off...
Her memory flashes to the sound of guitars and drums and she freezes, suddenly shaking.
Audrey lifts her head, "Hey..." her lips brush Shelly's cheek. "You're not allowed to think of other things when I'm here."
"I'll try not to," Shelly murmurs, tilting her head and kissing Audrey. They had come in out of the cold, stumbling up the stairs together as they talked (if it was talk; Shelly's mind only remembers Audrey suddenly kissing her, leaning against the wall, her lips still cold from the night air). Shelly remembers her hands going under Audrey's shirt, startled to find Audrey pressing into her hands.
"Do more than try," suggests Audrey, her hands suddenly hard, nails digging in too much to be pleasant.
For an instant, Shelly feels the urge to flee, to hide in a corner, to run. And then Audrey's fingers are gentle again, stroking up to her face, circling her cheeks and mouth.
"I'm doing more than trying," she whispers. Their clothes are strewn haphazardly, thrown in fits and starts while they giggled and kissed and groped--Audrey had done it with girls before, or seemed to know all the rules.
"Good girl."
The sex is gentle, good, passionate--Shelly didn't know she could sound like that, all twisted up around Audrey's fingers, her wrist over her mouth before she gets too-loud for the tiny room they're in. Don't want to disturb the guests...
It's a chance to get caught, one they both feel the edge of--and Audrey nearly steals Shelly's shirt before they run back to Audrey's room, shrieking like five-year-olds playing at hide and seek.
Tumbling into bed, Audrey beneath her, is a heady experience, and Shelly claims her mouth before she can object. It's easy to take the lead as Audrey shifts a little, but doesn't completely object. Hands tangled, Shelly slides down, teasing Audrey with her mouth until Audrey digs her heel into Shelly's back.
She knew Audrey could sound like this, a little. But the fake high moans give way to something else, something softer and almost sob-like until Shelly kisses the sides of Audrey's lips and settles back on her side, pleased.
Exhaustion claims them, Audrey drifting off to sleep behind her, their hands still tangled. It's the memory Shelly clings to, the moment she takes out when times are hard, shoring herself up against the sound of the radio and the uncertainty of bruises that don't show. Audrey, sex-drugged and sleepy, snuggling into Shelly's back, arm draped over her waist. As though she needs someone, too.
Shelly closes her eyes, wondering if Audrey might only ever need her, at least for now.
Fandom: Twin Peaks
Set: post-episode one, alludes to events in that episode.
Pairing: Audrey/Shelly
Rating: ...PG13? R? I never know what to use anymore. There is sex, and girls kissing, but it's not really explicit (also, the aforementioned alluding to Bad Things)
Length: 540
notes: I blame
prozacpark even if she hates this. (title is blamed on Belly's 'Dusted') I have no TP icon, you get Maggie/Diana instead.Stardusted
by ALC Punk!
"He said he lost me years ago," Audrey says, mouth buried in the side of Shelly's neck. The words aren't sad, just matter-of-fact, as though they don't belong to anyone anymore.
Maybe they don't. Shelly doesn't remember why she came here, or if she was even thinking when she found Audrey in the dark, staring up at the stars and singing something weird under her breath. But Shelly laughs anyway, and doesn't answer, her hands stroking Audrey's sides lightly, gently. This isn't what she's used to, not the rough and tumble, shoving her around that never gets her off...
Her memory flashes to the sound of guitars and drums and she freezes, suddenly shaking.
Audrey lifts her head, "Hey..." her lips brush Shelly's cheek. "You're not allowed to think of other things when I'm here."
"I'll try not to," Shelly murmurs, tilting her head and kissing Audrey. They had come in out of the cold, stumbling up the stairs together as they talked (if it was talk; Shelly's mind only remembers Audrey suddenly kissing her, leaning against the wall, her lips still cold from the night air). Shelly remembers her hands going under Audrey's shirt, startled to find Audrey pressing into her hands.
"Do more than try," suggests Audrey, her hands suddenly hard, nails digging in too much to be pleasant.
For an instant, Shelly feels the urge to flee, to hide in a corner, to run. And then Audrey's fingers are gentle again, stroking up to her face, circling her cheeks and mouth.
"I'm doing more than trying," she whispers. Their clothes are strewn haphazardly, thrown in fits and starts while they giggled and kissed and groped--Audrey had done it with girls before, or seemed to know all the rules.
"Good girl."
The sex is gentle, good, passionate--Shelly didn't know she could sound like that, all twisted up around Audrey's fingers, her wrist over her mouth before she gets too-loud for the tiny room they're in. Don't want to disturb the guests...
It's a chance to get caught, one they both feel the edge of--and Audrey nearly steals Shelly's shirt before they run back to Audrey's room, shrieking like five-year-olds playing at hide and seek.
Tumbling into bed, Audrey beneath her, is a heady experience, and Shelly claims her mouth before she can object. It's easy to take the lead as Audrey shifts a little, but doesn't completely object. Hands tangled, Shelly slides down, teasing Audrey with her mouth until Audrey digs her heel into Shelly's back.
She knew Audrey could sound like this, a little. But the fake high moans give way to something else, something softer and almost sob-like until Shelly kisses the sides of Audrey's lips and settles back on her side, pleased.
Exhaustion claims them, Audrey drifting off to sleep behind her, their hands still tangled. It's the memory Shelly clings to, the moment she takes out when times are hard, shoring herself up against the sound of the radio and the uncertainty of bruises that don't show. Audrey, sex-drugged and sleepy, snuggling into Shelly's back, arm draped over her waist. As though she needs someone, too.
Shelly closes her eyes, wondering if Audrey might only ever need her, at least for now.