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muserevival2015-04-28 04:50 pm
notnaturenotnurture) wrote in muserevival2015-04-28 04:50 pm
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091.1 Lyrics
"Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together now
I feel so strong that I can't disguise (oh my)
Let's spend the night together
But I just can't apologize (oh no)."
• Let's Spend The Night Together, The Rolling Stones
If anyone had told Fiona Gallagher that this was where she’d end up – in bed with her brother’s ex-boyfriend’s wife/baby mama – she probably would’ve given them the most epic fuck-off face she could muster. It had been a weird turn of events that had brought this all about in the first place, and Fiona still wasn’t quite believing that she was here. Mickey was out on the road, not that he would’ve cared in the first place, and Yevgeny was asleep… and this was happening.
The last couple of hours had been a pretty serious blur. The last thing that happened that actually made sense in the grand scheme of her life was the part where she went to blow off steam to V about what a horrible mess she seemed to manage to keep getting herself into with men lately. And even then, lately might have been giving herself too much leeway… She’d been getting herself into trouble with men since she became aware of how good sex could feel, and that, while she might not have considered herself the prettiest girl around, she was pretty enough to get sex when she wanted it. V shook her head and gave Fiona a look across the counter she was wiping down. “Maybe you should give up on men and be a lesbian,” she said with a joking laugh and a shrug. “I mean, I’ve always been 100% about dick, but, girl, everybody has that moment in life that makes them question that. And when Svetlana did the wifely duties thing? It was almost good enough to make a bitch question.”
She would never know exactly how she ended up getting more or less talked into it, and Fiona had certainly never paid for sex before, but somehow she ended up in one of the bedrooms at the Milkovich place with Svetlana doing something with her tongue that made it very clear how she managed to do this for a living and when that was all said and done, they just lay there side by side in the quiet of the room. Yev was fast asleep, and the only sounds were those of Fiona and Svetlana panting for breath. “Holy shit,” Fiona gasped, shaking her head in disbelief before she inadvertently let out a loud laugh. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, rolling her head back into the pillow in an attempt to get more comfortable.
“Same shit,” Svetlana replied with a shrug as the blankets rested across her waist, leaving her chest bare. “Tongue is same, man or woman. No difference.”
Fiona reached over to the bedside table where she’d stashed her cigarettes, and brought one to her lips, lighting it up to take a long drag. “I gotta say I disagree,” she replied, ashing the cigarette into an ashtray on the table. “I’ve had men go down on me… And I’m pretty sure that’s the best I’ve ever had. Holy shit.” She pulled the blankets up a little against the chill when the slightly cool air hit the sheen of sweat on her skin, and grabbed the ashtray, turning to put it between her and Svetlana so that she could lie on her side.
Another long drag, and without even realizing it, her eyes were tracing the hooker’s body, taking in the unfamiliar shape of the body of another woman… a woman’s body that wasn’t her own. There was something incredibly sexy about that, maybe because it was so far outwith the realms of things she’d done before, and by the time her eyes had found their way back to Svetlana’s face, the Russian woman was smirking at her. “You like what you see?” she asked, eyebrow arched playfully. “Is okay if you touch. I only bite if you like bite.”
Fiona, not having realized that she, too, was being watched, nearly jumped out of her skin when the other woman spoke. “I… Shit… No, I wasn’t… I was just… um…”
“Looking at my tits? Yes, I know,” Svetlana replied, still smirking at her. She took the cigarette from Fiona’s fingers and stubbed it out on the bottom of the ash tray, moving it to the bedside table again before shifting to push the other woman back onto her back. She took one of Fiona’s hands and pressed it to her breast with a soft squeeze, and Fiona really wasn’t sure what to do here, but she wasn’t exactly opposed either.
“I um… I should probably pay you,” Fiona stammered, trying to find a way to get her mind back on the whole point of showing up here in the first place.
“I get paid for sucking dick… jerking dick off,” Svetlana replied with a shrug, letting her own hand trace down over Fiona’s breasts to her stomach and still lower yet, finding her target with expert precision, as evidenced by the soft sigh that fell from Fiona’s lips. “Pussy? I eat for fun.”
Fiona Gallagher || Shameless (US)
Now I need you more than ever
Let's spend the night together now
I feel so strong that I can't disguise (oh my)
Let's spend the night together
But I just can't apologize (oh no)."
• Let's Spend The Night Together, The Rolling Stones
If anyone had told Fiona Gallagher that this was where she’d end up – in bed with her brother’s ex-boyfriend’s wife/baby mama – she probably would’ve given them the most epic fuck-off face she could muster. It had been a weird turn of events that had brought this all about in the first place, and Fiona still wasn’t quite believing that she was here. Mickey was out on the road, not that he would’ve cared in the first place, and Yevgeny was asleep… and this was happening.
The last couple of hours had been a pretty serious blur. The last thing that happened that actually made sense in the grand scheme of her life was the part where she went to blow off steam to V about what a horrible mess she seemed to manage to keep getting herself into with men lately. And even then, lately might have been giving herself too much leeway… She’d been getting herself into trouble with men since she became aware of how good sex could feel, and that, while she might not have considered herself the prettiest girl around, she was pretty enough to get sex when she wanted it. V shook her head and gave Fiona a look across the counter she was wiping down. “Maybe you should give up on men and be a lesbian,” she said with a joking laugh and a shrug. “I mean, I’ve always been 100% about dick, but, girl, everybody has that moment in life that makes them question that. And when Svetlana did the wifely duties thing? It was almost good enough to make a bitch question.”
She would never know exactly how she ended up getting more or less talked into it, and Fiona had certainly never paid for sex before, but somehow she ended up in one of the bedrooms at the Milkovich place with Svetlana doing something with her tongue that made it very clear how she managed to do this for a living and when that was all said and done, they just lay there side by side in the quiet of the room. Yev was fast asleep, and the only sounds were those of Fiona and Svetlana panting for breath. “Holy shit,” Fiona gasped, shaking her head in disbelief before she inadvertently let out a loud laugh. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, rolling her head back into the pillow in an attempt to get more comfortable.
“Same shit,” Svetlana replied with a shrug as the blankets rested across her waist, leaving her chest bare. “Tongue is same, man or woman. No difference.”
Fiona reached over to the bedside table where she’d stashed her cigarettes, and brought one to her lips, lighting it up to take a long drag. “I gotta say I disagree,” she replied, ashing the cigarette into an ashtray on the table. “I’ve had men go down on me… And I’m pretty sure that’s the best I’ve ever had. Holy shit.” She pulled the blankets up a little against the chill when the slightly cool air hit the sheen of sweat on her skin, and grabbed the ashtray, turning to put it between her and Svetlana so that she could lie on her side.
Another long drag, and without even realizing it, her eyes were tracing the hooker’s body, taking in the unfamiliar shape of the body of another woman… a woman’s body that wasn’t her own. There was something incredibly sexy about that, maybe because it was so far outwith the realms of things she’d done before, and by the time her eyes had found their way back to Svetlana’s face, the Russian woman was smirking at her. “You like what you see?” she asked, eyebrow arched playfully. “Is okay if you touch. I only bite if you like bite.”
Fiona, not having realized that she, too, was being watched, nearly jumped out of her skin when the other woman spoke. “I… Shit… No, I wasn’t… I was just… um…”
“Looking at my tits? Yes, I know,” Svetlana replied, still smirking at her. She took the cigarette from Fiona’s fingers and stubbed it out on the bottom of the ash tray, moving it to the bedside table again before shifting to push the other woman back onto her back. She took one of Fiona’s hands and pressed it to her breast with a soft squeeze, and Fiona really wasn’t sure what to do here, but she wasn’t exactly opposed either.
“I um… I should probably pay you,” Fiona stammered, trying to find a way to get her mind back on the whole point of showing up here in the first place.
“I get paid for sucking dick… jerking dick off,” Svetlana replied with a shrug, letting her own hand trace down over Fiona’s breasts to her stomach and still lower yet, finding her target with expert precision, as evidenced by the soft sigh that fell from Fiona’s lips. “Pussy? I eat for fun.”
Fiona Gallagher || Shameless (US)