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Who: Eve and Shaundra.
What: Post coitus panic.
When: 2025, panty-verse.
Prompt: Just for the sake of it.
Prompted by:ladyorla, whose characters will all end up being super gay with my characters. Definitely.
So, I also wrote like two more of these, but I think I'm going to do some major editing and maybe squash them into one. You might get to see it/them eventually. Maybe.
It was warm in the bed. It should have been comfortable, but instead it was tense. There was the sense that as soon as one of them moved, the curtain would fall and they’d be back to playing their own roles. So they were still. Perfectly. Totally. Still.
It was still light out, so it seemed silly to stay. Lunch had turned to arguing, which had turned to kissing, which had turned to... well. Now Shaundra was in Eve’s bed at four in the afternoon. Neither was particularly sleepy, and both had places that they probably ought to be, but it was difficult to move. Why should the moment have to end?
From somewhere inside a pile of clothes, a flown beeped. The spell was broken.
“I need to go. My mum will be expecting me.” Shaundra said this as though she wasn’t entirely sure it was true. Eve couldn’t decide if she wanted her to stay or go, but her hands decided for her.
She grabbed Shaundra’s wrist as she began to stand. “Wait! I mean. Wait. Can’t you just...” just what, Evelyn? Stay? Here? Like that was going to happen.
The farther Shaundra got from the bed, the higher her panic mounted. “No. I have to go. This shouldn’t have happened.” She gathered her clothes and attempted to be as modest as possible, letting out an exasperated “Don’t look!” in Eve’s general direction.
Of course, Eve looked. She’d never liked girls. Girls were just... girls. People always thought she liked them, but that was purely speculation. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just that everyone else could see what she’d been too blind to see herself. All at once, there was a thought that had never occurred to her before. She liked Shaundra. She liked her cardigans and the way she was always on the defensive. She liked the small of her back and the soft curve of her stomach. She liked her wrists and her ankles, and the funny way her hair fell when it was ruffled.
There was nothing to do but speak up.
“Is this really such a big deal? I mean. I’d like for you to stay. I’d like to talk this over. Maybe I can make you dinner? Tea? Anything?”
“No. It’s not going to happen. Sorry.” She grabbed a teeshirt and a pair of underpants off the floor and threw it on the bed. “Put something on, I need you to let me out.” No one could really leave Eve’s flat on their own because ‘the door sticks funny, so you have to kick it just right.’ The hallway to the exit was uncomfortably small. Shaundra was close behind Eve, as though crowding the door would make it open faster. When the door finally came loose, Shaundra pushed past Eve without saying goodbye.
Eve touched her arm softly as she passed and she turned. “Hey. Sorry.”
Shaundra shook her head and left. She was unreadable. Was she mad? Upset? Would she ever speak to Eve again?
Eve side and swung the door shut. She passed the mirror in the hallway and paused, slighty amused. She was wearing the shirt and knickers Shaundra had tossed at her.
But the knickers...
They weren’t hers.
What: Post coitus panic.
When: 2025, panty-verse.
Prompt: Just for the sake of it.
Prompted by:
ladyorla, whose characters will all end up being super gay with my characters. Definitely.So, I also wrote like two more of these, but I think I'm going to do some major editing and maybe squash them into one. You might get to see it/them eventually. Maybe.
It was warm in the bed. It should have been comfortable, but instead it was tense. There was the sense that as soon as one of them moved, the curtain would fall and they’d be back to playing their own roles. So they were still. Perfectly. Totally. Still.
It was still light out, so it seemed silly to stay. Lunch had turned to arguing, which had turned to kissing, which had turned to... well. Now Shaundra was in Eve’s bed at four in the afternoon. Neither was particularly sleepy, and both had places that they probably ought to be, but it was difficult to move. Why should the moment have to end?
From somewhere inside a pile of clothes, a flown beeped. The spell was broken.
“I need to go. My mum will be expecting me.” Shaundra said this as though she wasn’t entirely sure it was true. Eve couldn’t decide if she wanted her to stay or go, but her hands decided for her.
She grabbed Shaundra’s wrist as she began to stand. “Wait! I mean. Wait. Can’t you just...” just what, Evelyn? Stay? Here? Like that was going to happen.
The farther Shaundra got from the bed, the higher her panic mounted. “No. I have to go. This shouldn’t have happened.” She gathered her clothes and attempted to be as modest as possible, letting out an exasperated “Don’t look!” in Eve’s general direction.
Of course, Eve looked. She’d never liked girls. Girls were just... girls. People always thought she liked them, but that was purely speculation. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just that everyone else could see what she’d been too blind to see herself. All at once, there was a thought that had never occurred to her before. She liked Shaundra. She liked her cardigans and the way she was always on the defensive. She liked the small of her back and the soft curve of her stomach. She liked her wrists and her ankles, and the funny way her hair fell when it was ruffled.
There was nothing to do but speak up.
“Is this really such a big deal? I mean. I’d like for you to stay. I’d like to talk this over. Maybe I can make you dinner? Tea? Anything?”
“No. It’s not going to happen. Sorry.” She grabbed a teeshirt and a pair of underpants off the floor and threw it on the bed. “Put something on, I need you to let me out.” No one could really leave Eve’s flat on their own because ‘the door sticks funny, so you have to kick it just right.’ The hallway to the exit was uncomfortably small. Shaundra was close behind Eve, as though crowding the door would make it open faster. When the door finally came loose, Shaundra pushed past Eve without saying goodbye.
Eve touched her arm softly as she passed and she turned. “Hey. Sorry.”
Shaundra shook her head and left. She was unreadable. Was she mad? Upset? Would she ever speak to Eve again?
Eve side and swung the door shut. She passed the mirror in the hallway and paused, slighty amused. She was wearing the shirt and knickers Shaundra had tossed at her.
But the knickers...
They weren’t hers.