"You shouldn't be out here," Mary chides her through the glass. She looks furtively to and fro, and her blonde hair bounces as she does, picked up by the breeze.
"And you shouldn't come in here," Anna says levelly from the back seat.
"It's John's car! And it's cramped." But Mary's climbing in, giggling.
"I've been in the back seat of this car before," Anna says. "There's plenty of room."
"Do I want to know?"
Anna reaches out for her. "Probably not."
Mary's still laughing as she slides into Anna's arms, as her mouth falls against Anna's mouth and the liquid music of her giggles slide in. Anna tastes her laughter and takes it in, transmutes it to moans and sighs, and looks up at this beautiful young future-mother and sees the same devil-may-care sexiness that her son once held.
For a moment, between the unclasping of bras and the slide of fingers between legs, Mary thinks she sees a whisper of sadness in the wayward angel's face. When her hand curls around Anna's shoulder, it's like she's trying to press hard enough to leave a mark.
"Is everything all right?" she whispers, pressing kisses to Anna's ear like they're a storm of stars.
"I wish I could do more for you," Anna says. Her hands cinch around Mary's waist and hold her fast. Red hair moves like a cloud as Anna cranes her neck upward to bury her face in Mary's slim shoulder. "I wish I could save you. I wish I could save them."
"Anna?" Mary wants to ask more, but then pink lips are against hers like a vise and slender thighs are pumping against hers. It's so easy to forget, then, and Mary has so much she wishes she could forget. She suspects Anna does, too. So as much as she might want to ask, she stays silent and gives Anna the luxury of oblivion.
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Date: 2011-07-01 08:14 pm (UTC)"And you shouldn't come in here," Anna says levelly from the back seat.
"It's John's car! And it's cramped." But Mary's climbing in, giggling.
"I've been in the back seat of this car before," Anna says. "There's plenty of room."
"Do I want to know?"
Anna reaches out for her. "Probably not."
Mary's still laughing as she slides into Anna's arms, as her mouth falls against Anna's mouth and the liquid music of her giggles slide in. Anna tastes her laughter and takes it in, transmutes it to moans and sighs, and looks up at this beautiful young future-mother and sees the same devil-may-care sexiness that her son once held.
For a moment, between the unclasping of bras and the slide of fingers between legs, Mary thinks she sees a whisper of sadness in the wayward angel's face. When her hand curls around Anna's shoulder, it's like she's trying to press hard enough to leave a mark.
"Is everything all right?" she whispers, pressing kisses to Anna's ear like they're a storm of stars.
"I wish I could do more for you," Anna says. Her hands cinch around Mary's waist and hold her fast. Red hair moves like a cloud as Anna cranes her neck upward to bury her face in Mary's slim shoulder. "I wish I could save you. I wish I could save them."
"Anna?" Mary wants to ask more, but then pink lips are against hers like a vise and slender thighs are pumping against hers. It's so easy to forget, then, and Mary has so much she wishes she could forget. She suspects Anna does, too. So as much as she might want to ask, she stays silent and gives Anna the luxury of oblivion.