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tassiaTitle: It's Not A Game We Play
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Katie/Effy
Rating: Teen, swearing
Summary: Nothing is easy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. Someone else does.
Author's Note: In the Brighter Than Sunshine continuity, set sometime after Rock, Paper, Scissors. This was going to be a bit more cheeky in tone, but it really wasn't working at all. So you get a more angsty slant. XD
There’s only one rule when they start dating; well, spoken anyhow. The rest are taken as self evident.
“Don’t tell me not to cry when you break my heart.”
And Effy’s heart always echoes half a beat later, “Don’t break me.” Nothing will ever be the same after Katie Fitch, she knows that.
Rumours swirl around about them. They have since they started college last year. Effy is used to being talked about; there have always been rumours about her. Katie is used to being the one doing the talking. It doesn’t help that Emily is gay, out, obvious; it breeds speculation. Katie can never quite escape being Emily Fitch’s sister, twin. It doesn’t help that Katie is obvious, they’re obvious. That they dance when they’re out with their friends, and they wander off together. That Katie gives her the other half of her sandwich at lunch. That Effy smiles without realizing it until half a second too late. She says nothing, she lets Katie talk it all out ad nauseum until she isn’t sure whether she wants to kiss the girl stupid or box her ears; or both.
Now there’s a fucking plethora of rules. Don’t sit too close, stare too long, touch too often, smile too wide; Katie always has a new one. Just stop it. Save it for later, babe. Effy suffocates. She’s always been scrutinized and stared at; this is different. She has someone to answer to. She doesn’t bother to tell Katie it’s no good anyway, they’re obvious; either too cautious and or too unconsciously intimate. She can’t pretend she doesn’t know every slope, dip and curve of Katie’s back. She can’t pretend she doesn’t want to lick her way up Katie’s spine in one slow, languid swipe. And no one pretends not to see it.
Katie flirts with boys. She always has, but this is different. Effy’s heart chokes and stutters, it rubs painfully against her ribs until the friction sets her whole chest on fire; she wonders if that’s what dying feels like. She’s not allowed to be jealous. She’s only allowed to keep away, watching from a distance. Fucking silly twat. Doesn’t she know? Can’t she see? No, she can’t. Too caught up, too busy; what the fuck ever, Effy is tired. She can’t pull Katie along, kicking and screaming, this time.
She stands Katie up. She ignores the texts and calls and angry messages. She lays curled up on her bed, staring at the stars on the wall. Let Katie wonder, let Katie hurt. Let Katie carry all of this. But she knows. She would give the girl anything at all, all she has to do is ask. All Katie has to do is ask.
She falls asleep, eventually, after her eyes dry up. When she wakes, familiar snores echo through the quiet; it’s dark still. Katie’s arms tangled around her, legs intertwined with hers; hot breaths spill over her neck, and the simple murmurs course through her. She freezes, she doesn’t dare move. Despite everything she wants this. Despite everything she needs this. Effy’s used to breaking hearts, she does it without trying; she breathes and people crumble. This time; this time it’s different. It isn’t fair. They’re supposed to be giving it a go. Instead, they’re back to hiding in the dark, living in a bubble; except now it’s too small to fit the both of them.
Sometimes it feels like a fairytale. One of the old versions; maybe written down by the Grimm brothers or made up by Andersen. She isn’t sure which of them is the princess waiting to be rescued; she isn’t sure which of them is meant to do the rescuing. They’re both terrible at it. Sometimes, it’s like she’s still out there wandering through the woods with bloody hands; and she can’t remember. She can’t remember ever leaving. She can’t remember anything.
She wakes again, it’s sunny this time. Katie’s hand runs along her back; she’s still curled up on her side facing the wall. They stay like that, as long as they can. She’ll take what she can get, and she hates herself for it. And when they can’t stay there any longer, Katie kisses her shoulder and whispers.
“I’m sorry.”
And she believes it.
But it doesn’t really sink in. Not until Katie is there, sitting on a table with their friends when she steps into the common for lunch. Not until their eyes catch. Katie chats with Emily, laughs at something Emily says, but her eyes focus on Effy’s. Their gaze mingles. She smirks, and Katie smiles that smug, flirtatious smile of hers. And Effy knows exactly what this means, and it’s about time.
She’s almost forgotten the most important thing. Katie is hers.
She’s across the room before anyone really knows what’s happening. She grabs a handful of red hair and kisses her; teeth, lips, tongue all clashing as Katie’s hands clutch at her shirt and pull her closer. They fight until they melt into it. When they part, she licks her way up Katie’s neck for good measure, smiling as the girl whimpers softly, and whispers in her ear.
“Okay?”
Katie nods, dazed and fervent. Her girl slips down from the table and tugs her along by the hand out of the room. She’s going to get laid; about fucking time.
Cook’s voice echoes in their wake and breaks up the stunned silence.
“Fucking A! I love it when they do that!”
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Katie/Effy
Rating: Teen, swearing
Summary: Nothing is easy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. Someone else does.
Author's Note: In the Brighter Than Sunshine continuity, set sometime after Rock, Paper, Scissors. This was going to be a bit more cheeky in tone, but it really wasn't working at all. So you get a more angsty slant. XD
There’s only one rule when they start dating; well, spoken anyhow. The rest are taken as self evident.
“Don’t tell me not to cry when you break my heart.”
And Effy’s heart always echoes half a beat later, “Don’t break me.” Nothing will ever be the same after Katie Fitch, she knows that.
Rumours swirl around about them. They have since they started college last year. Effy is used to being talked about; there have always been rumours about her. Katie is used to being the one doing the talking. It doesn’t help that Emily is gay, out, obvious; it breeds speculation. Katie can never quite escape being Emily Fitch’s sister, twin. It doesn’t help that Katie is obvious, they’re obvious. That they dance when they’re out with their friends, and they wander off together. That Katie gives her the other half of her sandwich at lunch. That Effy smiles without realizing it until half a second too late. She says nothing, she lets Katie talk it all out ad nauseum until she isn’t sure whether she wants to kiss the girl stupid or box her ears; or both.
Now there’s a fucking plethora of rules. Don’t sit too close, stare too long, touch too often, smile too wide; Katie always has a new one. Just stop it. Save it for later, babe. Effy suffocates. She’s always been scrutinized and stared at; this is different. She has someone to answer to. She doesn’t bother to tell Katie it’s no good anyway, they’re obvious; either too cautious and or too unconsciously intimate. She can’t pretend she doesn’t know every slope, dip and curve of Katie’s back. She can’t pretend she doesn’t want to lick her way up Katie’s spine in one slow, languid swipe. And no one pretends not to see it.
Katie flirts with boys. She always has, but this is different. Effy’s heart chokes and stutters, it rubs painfully against her ribs until the friction sets her whole chest on fire; she wonders if that’s what dying feels like. She’s not allowed to be jealous. She’s only allowed to keep away, watching from a distance. Fucking silly twat. Doesn’t she know? Can’t she see? No, she can’t. Too caught up, too busy; what the fuck ever, Effy is tired. She can’t pull Katie along, kicking and screaming, this time.
She stands Katie up. She ignores the texts and calls and angry messages. She lays curled up on her bed, staring at the stars on the wall. Let Katie wonder, let Katie hurt. Let Katie carry all of this. But she knows. She would give the girl anything at all, all she has to do is ask. All Katie has to do is ask.
She falls asleep, eventually, after her eyes dry up. When she wakes, familiar snores echo through the quiet; it’s dark still. Katie’s arms tangled around her, legs intertwined with hers; hot breaths spill over her neck, and the simple murmurs course through her. She freezes, she doesn’t dare move. Despite everything she wants this. Despite everything she needs this. Effy’s used to breaking hearts, she does it without trying; she breathes and people crumble. This time; this time it’s different. It isn’t fair. They’re supposed to be giving it a go. Instead, they’re back to hiding in the dark, living in a bubble; except now it’s too small to fit the both of them.
Sometimes it feels like a fairytale. One of the old versions; maybe written down by the Grimm brothers or made up by Andersen. She isn’t sure which of them is the princess waiting to be rescued; she isn’t sure which of them is meant to do the rescuing. They’re both terrible at it. Sometimes, it’s like she’s still out there wandering through the woods with bloody hands; and she can’t remember. She can’t remember ever leaving. She can’t remember anything.
She wakes again, it’s sunny this time. Katie’s hand runs along her back; she’s still curled up on her side facing the wall. They stay like that, as long as they can. She’ll take what she can get, and she hates herself for it. And when they can’t stay there any longer, Katie kisses her shoulder and whispers.
“I’m sorry.”
And she believes it.
But it doesn’t really sink in. Not until Katie is there, sitting on a table with their friends when she steps into the common for lunch. Not until their eyes catch. Katie chats with Emily, laughs at something Emily says, but her eyes focus on Effy’s. Their gaze mingles. She smirks, and Katie smiles that smug, flirtatious smile of hers. And Effy knows exactly what this means, and it’s about time.
She’s almost forgotten the most important thing. Katie is hers.
She’s across the room before anyone really knows what’s happening. She grabs a handful of red hair and kisses her; teeth, lips, tongue all clashing as Katie’s hands clutch at her shirt and pull her closer. They fight until they melt into it. When they part, she licks her way up Katie’s neck for good measure, smiling as the girl whimpers softly, and whispers in her ear.
“Okay?”
Katie nods, dazed and fervent. Her girl slips down from the table and tugs her along by the hand out of the room. She’s going to get laid; about fucking time.
Cook’s voice echoes in their wake and breaks up the stunned silence.
“Fucking A! I love it when they do that!”