Wild Things fic: Medea Was In Love Once
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seriousficTitle: Medea Was In Love Once
Fandom: Wild Things
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,563
Author’s Notes: Written for the porn battle, prompt: aunt
Characters/Pairings: Kelly/Suzie
Summary: Nobody sees Suzie’s real face. Not even when she looks in a mirror.
In the first draft of her plan (because that’s how Suzie thought of her plan, as one big novel she was writing. A revenge story.), Kelly didn’t have to die. Her editor insisted on changing that.
***
Suzie really did enjoy taking those pictures of Sam and Kelly. It was like she got to see the Kelly no one else did.
***
She really couldn’t bring herself to hate Kelly. Sure, Kelly was a drama queen about how much her mother was screwing her over, but she was also bold and confident and she’d actually gotten Sam Lombardo into bed like all the girls wanted to. Suzie envied her too much to hate her.
Suzie’s breasts were smaller and her smile wasn’t as bright and it was all too easy to play the scared little country mouse to Kelly’s cocky city mouse. It felt nice, letting her take charge. Like she had a big sister.
When she told Kelly about the plan, Kelly lit up slowly, her eyes getting more excited and wider like someone was eating her out. When Suzie explained the final twist, the part where they went to the tropics, Kelly’s eyes closed like she was picturing it. “You’d look good in a bikini,” she said orgasmically.
No one else would’ve thought that about Suzie, fish-belly pale, piercing in her belly button. She said so.
“So you’ll get a tan,” Kelly said. “And I like the piercing.”
Maybe she was doing it for validation. If someone could see past the bitchy/ditzy face she’d put on… it was probably asking too much of Kelly. Still, it would’ve been nice.
If Kelly had had any idea who she really was, she’d still be alive.
***
With Sam she had to be the mastermind, but with Kelly she could be something almost like herself. And if Kelly was scared by that, she didn’t let on. Maybe there was something more to her than big tits and a smile.
***
Kelly was a horrible actress. Suzie had to coach her on all the little things, how to lie, how to cry, how to tremble. It had to be just believable enough to make them want to believe, all the rich bitches who looked down on Sam anyway and all the cops who just needed an excuse. They spent long nights in the motel room where Sam and Kelly had used to fuck, the windows cracked to dissipate the humid swamp air, sweat chased off their bodies by an electric fan, lying on the bed in less and less as the night went on, quizzing each other on the plan, the plan, always the plan.
When Kelly insisted on Sam coming along instead of being ditched like all the other losers, Suzie felt a little part of herself that didn’t really know what it wanted be denied.
***
Suzie felt a little shy, a little awkward, taking off her shirt when Kelly was on the bed looking like a pin-up girl. First time that had happened. Kelly gave her a little golf clap at her bravado and they laid under the fan’s cooling stream again, talking. Kelly was smarter than Suzie had thought. She came up with Sam’s big one-liner, no little girl can make me come. It sounded to Suzie like the kind of thing he would say.
“I think we can actually pull it off,” Suzie said, and it wasn’t just the act talking.
“Let’s seal it with a kiss,” Kelly said, rolling on top of her.
“What are you doing?” Suzie asked, like a little virgin, even if it was perfectly obvious was Kelly was doing as she held Suzie’s hands down and rolled her breasts over Suzie’s face.
“What you won’t, little dyke. I’ve seen you looking at me. It’s okay. Everyone looks at me.”
Suzie gave in and discovered what girls were supposed to taste like.
***
Wasn’t even the first time Kelly had made it with a woman. She and Sam had hired a hooker for a threesome once. Sam had jerked off as Kelly went down on the other woman.
“She didn’t taste as good as you,” Kelly said as they laid together under the fan, naked, bedsheets crumpled next to the bed.
***
She didn’t think Kelly was as gay as she was. Kelly was hung up on Sam, not seeing how dime a dozen he was. He had to come into their scheming and ruin everything, but it wasn’t like Suzie could tell Kelly no… not at this stage of the plan.
He tasted bitter when he came in her mouth.
***
It felt weird, going without Kelly, like she was back in Camp Nine and hadn’t figured out how to get a fix yet. That was before she discovered how much of a narcotic outsmarting everyone was, and she needed her head mostly clear to do that. Kelly was almost as good. She was pliant and fun and so good, to bend, to move against, to force. Suzie really had no idea who she was with her, only that when Kelly slumped against her like a big puppy that wanted to be petted, she thought of the beach. The waves rolling in, the hot sand, and Kelly.
***
Duquette was a long chapter in her novel, the only thing she cared about when she left Blue Bay. She couldn’t live knowing he wouldn’t burn. And it was satisfying, knowing he was just as corrupt as she’d always thought. Made her feel vindicated when she thought of how he’d end up. They said drowning was a peaceful way to go, so she made sure there would be sharks in the waters they’d be sailing.
Still, he was right about one thing. Triangles didn’t last. She’d planned for Sam to go, but that didn’t work. So she sent him after Duquette, into the water. Apparently nothing lasted. Including love.
***
She took as much comfort as Kelly could give, liking that she could be that girl for once. The loving daughter, the caring sister, the adoring niece. Kelly’s pool whetted her appetite for the rich life and Kelly whetted her appetite for Kelly. But when Suzie was with Kelly, she didn’t know where one began and the other ended. If she was a Van Ryan or a Toller. She was screwing as many people over as old man Van Ryan ever did, and what did it matter if they deserved it? Everyone deserved it.
Everyone but Kelly.
***
Kelly thought she was in charge, stripping Suzie bare and holding her underwater before pulling her up into a life-giving kiss, but Suzie was acting. And when Kelly led her inside and helped her into the strap-on, those dark seductive eyes holding Suzie’s as she rubbed lube over the rubber cock, only turning away so she could bend over the bed and let Suzie have her turn on top… this wasn’t the plan. This was better.
Suzie liked using the strap-on. It was like punishing someone and fucking them all at once.
She wrote them a new ending, living happily ever after sipping Mai Tais on the beach and never having to be ruthless again. Once Duquette was dead. Once Kelly saw how much of a worm Sam was. Once upon a time.
***
On some level, they were the same. Call it the soul, call it blood, but Kelly scared Suzie sometimes. She had just as much darkness in her as Suzie. She’d just never wanted anything enough to tap into it.
***
They get wasted and go to a movie and soon, Suzie will have to tear her tooth out and people will have to start dying, but it seems so far away when Kelly’s hand is in hers, or her body under hers, or her smile aimed at her.
***
The thing with Sam, the tooth, the body… last-minute rewrite. She wanted Kelly to see who he was, to mourn her, to realize what was important.
Instead, Kelly kissed Sam. Told him she loved him.
Swamp trash. That was all she could ever be to a Van Ryan.
***
At the same time, she’d never been so proud of Kelly.
***
Suzie was scared of Duquette. Kelly wasn’t. It’s one of the things that gets her killed, circumstances piling up like weights until they tip over. Bury someone.
***
Suzie couldn’t save her. It stroked her hatred for Duquette hotter, like she was about to climax. God, Kelly had been so beautiful…
***
It was supposed to be Sam, it was always supposed to be Sam, he pretended to kill Suzie, then Duquette killed him, then he went in the ocean and they could be together, Suzie and Kelly. The Van Ryans. She wasn’t smart enough, she was swamp trash, and without Kelly to hold her up she was just a stupid little girl in over her head…
Suzie paced the confines of her hotel room, unable to eat or sleep. She was supposed to be dead, after all.
***
The sharks tore into Duquette like hands into warm bread, turning the water red. Sam turned away. Suzie watched every tooth sink in.
Then she killed Sam.
"Give my regards to Kelly," she told his dot on the horizon as she sailed away. If she sailed far enough, maybe she would forget where she came from.
Fandom: Wild Things
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,563
Author’s Notes: Written for the porn battle, prompt: aunt
Characters/Pairings: Kelly/Suzie
Summary: Nobody sees Suzie’s real face. Not even when she looks in a mirror.
In the first draft of her plan (because that’s how Suzie thought of her plan, as one big novel she was writing. A revenge story.), Kelly didn’t have to die. Her editor insisted on changing that.
***
Suzie really did enjoy taking those pictures of Sam and Kelly. It was like she got to see the Kelly no one else did.
***
She really couldn’t bring herself to hate Kelly. Sure, Kelly was a drama queen about how much her mother was screwing her over, but she was also bold and confident and she’d actually gotten Sam Lombardo into bed like all the girls wanted to. Suzie envied her too much to hate her.
Suzie’s breasts were smaller and her smile wasn’t as bright and it was all too easy to play the scared little country mouse to Kelly’s cocky city mouse. It felt nice, letting her take charge. Like she had a big sister.
When she told Kelly about the plan, Kelly lit up slowly, her eyes getting more excited and wider like someone was eating her out. When Suzie explained the final twist, the part where they went to the tropics, Kelly’s eyes closed like she was picturing it. “You’d look good in a bikini,” she said orgasmically.
No one else would’ve thought that about Suzie, fish-belly pale, piercing in her belly button. She said so.
“So you’ll get a tan,” Kelly said. “And I like the piercing.”
Maybe she was doing it for validation. If someone could see past the bitchy/ditzy face she’d put on… it was probably asking too much of Kelly. Still, it would’ve been nice.
If Kelly had had any idea who she really was, she’d still be alive.
***
With Sam she had to be the mastermind, but with Kelly she could be something almost like herself. And if Kelly was scared by that, she didn’t let on. Maybe there was something more to her than big tits and a smile.
***
Kelly was a horrible actress. Suzie had to coach her on all the little things, how to lie, how to cry, how to tremble. It had to be just believable enough to make them want to believe, all the rich bitches who looked down on Sam anyway and all the cops who just needed an excuse. They spent long nights in the motel room where Sam and Kelly had used to fuck, the windows cracked to dissipate the humid swamp air, sweat chased off their bodies by an electric fan, lying on the bed in less and less as the night went on, quizzing each other on the plan, the plan, always the plan.
When Kelly insisted on Sam coming along instead of being ditched like all the other losers, Suzie felt a little part of herself that didn’t really know what it wanted be denied.
***
Suzie felt a little shy, a little awkward, taking off her shirt when Kelly was on the bed looking like a pin-up girl. First time that had happened. Kelly gave her a little golf clap at her bravado and they laid under the fan’s cooling stream again, talking. Kelly was smarter than Suzie had thought. She came up with Sam’s big one-liner, no little girl can make me come. It sounded to Suzie like the kind of thing he would say.
“I think we can actually pull it off,” Suzie said, and it wasn’t just the act talking.
“Let’s seal it with a kiss,” Kelly said, rolling on top of her.
“What are you doing?” Suzie asked, like a little virgin, even if it was perfectly obvious was Kelly was doing as she held Suzie’s hands down and rolled her breasts over Suzie’s face.
“What you won’t, little dyke. I’ve seen you looking at me. It’s okay. Everyone looks at me.”
Suzie gave in and discovered what girls were supposed to taste like.
***
Wasn’t even the first time Kelly had made it with a woman. She and Sam had hired a hooker for a threesome once. Sam had jerked off as Kelly went down on the other woman.
“She didn’t taste as good as you,” Kelly said as they laid together under the fan, naked, bedsheets crumpled next to the bed.
***
She didn’t think Kelly was as gay as she was. Kelly was hung up on Sam, not seeing how dime a dozen he was. He had to come into their scheming and ruin everything, but it wasn’t like Suzie could tell Kelly no… not at this stage of the plan.
He tasted bitter when he came in her mouth.
***
It felt weird, going without Kelly, like she was back in Camp Nine and hadn’t figured out how to get a fix yet. That was before she discovered how much of a narcotic outsmarting everyone was, and she needed her head mostly clear to do that. Kelly was almost as good. She was pliant and fun and so good, to bend, to move against, to force. Suzie really had no idea who she was with her, only that when Kelly slumped against her like a big puppy that wanted to be petted, she thought of the beach. The waves rolling in, the hot sand, and Kelly.
***
Duquette was a long chapter in her novel, the only thing she cared about when she left Blue Bay. She couldn’t live knowing he wouldn’t burn. And it was satisfying, knowing he was just as corrupt as she’d always thought. Made her feel vindicated when she thought of how he’d end up. They said drowning was a peaceful way to go, so she made sure there would be sharks in the waters they’d be sailing.
Still, he was right about one thing. Triangles didn’t last. She’d planned for Sam to go, but that didn’t work. So she sent him after Duquette, into the water. Apparently nothing lasted. Including love.
***
She took as much comfort as Kelly could give, liking that she could be that girl for once. The loving daughter, the caring sister, the adoring niece. Kelly’s pool whetted her appetite for the rich life and Kelly whetted her appetite for Kelly. But when Suzie was with Kelly, she didn’t know where one began and the other ended. If she was a Van Ryan or a Toller. She was screwing as many people over as old man Van Ryan ever did, and what did it matter if they deserved it? Everyone deserved it.
Everyone but Kelly.
***
Kelly thought she was in charge, stripping Suzie bare and holding her underwater before pulling her up into a life-giving kiss, but Suzie was acting. And when Kelly led her inside and helped her into the strap-on, those dark seductive eyes holding Suzie’s as she rubbed lube over the rubber cock, only turning away so she could bend over the bed and let Suzie have her turn on top… this wasn’t the plan. This was better.
Suzie liked using the strap-on. It was like punishing someone and fucking them all at once.
She wrote them a new ending, living happily ever after sipping Mai Tais on the beach and never having to be ruthless again. Once Duquette was dead. Once Kelly saw how much of a worm Sam was. Once upon a time.
***
On some level, they were the same. Call it the soul, call it blood, but Kelly scared Suzie sometimes. She had just as much darkness in her as Suzie. She’d just never wanted anything enough to tap into it.
***
They get wasted and go to a movie and soon, Suzie will have to tear her tooth out and people will have to start dying, but it seems so far away when Kelly’s hand is in hers, or her body under hers, or her smile aimed at her.
***
The thing with Sam, the tooth, the body… last-minute rewrite. She wanted Kelly to see who he was, to mourn her, to realize what was important.
Instead, Kelly kissed Sam. Told him she loved him.
Swamp trash. That was all she could ever be to a Van Ryan.
***
At the same time, she’d never been so proud of Kelly.
***
Suzie was scared of Duquette. Kelly wasn’t. It’s one of the things that gets her killed, circumstances piling up like weights until they tip over. Bury someone.
***
Suzie couldn’t save her. It stroked her hatred for Duquette hotter, like she was about to climax. God, Kelly had been so beautiful…
***
It was supposed to be Sam, it was always supposed to be Sam, he pretended to kill Suzie, then Duquette killed him, then he went in the ocean and they could be together, Suzie and Kelly. The Van Ryans. She wasn’t smart enough, she was swamp trash, and without Kelly to hold her up she was just a stupid little girl in over her head…
Suzie paced the confines of her hotel room, unable to eat or sleep. She was supposed to be dead, after all.
***
The sharks tore into Duquette like hands into warm bread, turning the water red. Sam turned away. Suzie watched every tooth sink in.
Then she killed Sam.
"Give my regards to Kelly," she told his dot on the horizon as she sailed away. If she sailed far enough, maybe she would forget where she came from.
