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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Kali
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub_Undertones, Not_Wearing_Underwear
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-07 Words: 1107
****** I'll Be, I'll Be Your Cure ******
by FreshBrains
Summary
     Allison felt like she was slowly destroying herself, going mad with
     the anticipation of her next visit with Kali, the health office door
     locked safely behind them. (SchoolNurse!Kali AU).
Notes
     Inspired by this graphic by allyargent on Tumblr: http://
     allyargent.tumblr.com/post/52203778689/allison-this-is-the-third-
     time-this-week-youve
     I didn't work the quote into it, but I couldn't pass up the amazing
     fic possibilities.
See the end of the work for more notes
“I just…some ice…I just need some ice…” Allison gasped, choking on each word as
she twisted her sweaty, shaking fingers in Kali’s hair and rolled her hips down
so hard an ache settled in her lower back. Kali’s left hand was wrapped around
Allison’s hip, thumb digging into the soft flesh above her hipbone, and her
right hand rode up Allison’s thigh, nearing the hem of her skirt.
“You’re fucking melting for me, baby,” Kali crooned, voice wrecked and husky in
Allison’s ear. “You don’t need ice, you need to be fucked.”
Allison’s elbow still throbbed from where she completely accidentally brought
her arm down too fast onto the hard-bound cover of her geometry textbook three
times, a purple bruise blossoming to the skin. She was running out of excuses
to visit the office—there was the open art room door that knocked her in the
hip, the basketball that Stiles threw at her head (accidentally, but still),
the menstrual cramps after composition. She would have to get more creative
with her excuses unless she wanted to start giving herself more bumps and
bruises.
But as Kali kept whispering filth into her ear, holding Allison’s small body
tight onto her lap like she’d never let her go, Allison grinned and brought her
elbow down hard on Kali’s shoulder, letting the dull ache wash through her
already-liquid muscles.
Kali jumped, startling a little at the pain. “I wouldn't bite the hand that
feeds you,” Kali smirked, and hitched Allison’s skirt up higher, letting the
fabric flutter around her forearms. Kali growled in delight, looking up at
Allison with surprise in her dark brown eyes. “Oh my fucking god, you actually
listened to me.”
Allison smiled shyly, her nose crinkled like a bunny rabbit as she ducked to
kiss Kali on the jaw. “You asked me to, didn't you?”
Allison had to keep herself focused throughout the day, constantly worried that
she’d think about her next trip to the nurse’s office and it would somehow
show, like it would drip down her legs or pool in her chair, that clear
stickiness that was only for Kali. The cold press of the school desk chair
through the thin fabric was enough to keep her calm for most of the day, but by
the time she was ready to walk to the health office, her skirt was a humid
cave, hot and sweet-smelling, her thighs already slick without the cotton
barrier of underwear. It was easily the dirtiest thing she’d ever done, and it
wasn't even sex—it was just her and her thoughts. She felt like she was slowly
destroying herself, going mad with the anticipation of her next visit with
Kali, the health office door locked safely behind them.
Kali nodded slowly, moving on the curtained-off cot so her own strong, muscled
thigh was positioned between Allison’s legs, giving her something to grind
against. “I bet everyone could fucking smell you walking down that hallway. You
smell like you’re being mounted on the regular.”
Sometimes the werewolf vernacular confused Allison, even though she was around
it so often—bitch in heat, half-moon itch, your eyes are showing, fanging out.
It was all so foreign and oftentimes comical, the way Scott and Isaac used it
like their first language. But she knew very well what Kali meant; she didn't
have to ask what a wolf smelled like when they were being mounted.
She thought Allison smelled like a slut.
And Allison burned, her stomach turned in shame, but she fucking loved it.
(Lydia claimed the word, used it for herself, because she loved sex and was
proud of sex, she ate her men like candy and felt good and Allison was so
jealous because sex never felt like that for her, it was scripted, serious,
harried, it was never a fun activity, it was a blueprint, an idea of pleasure
that was always nervous and afraid, until Kali).
“Scott and Isaac have class across campus, and the twins aren't even here
today,” Allison keened, squirming against Kali’s leg. “You’re the only one.”
Kali grasped Allison’s hair, pulling her head back to bite a small, human-
toothed kiss at the base of her throat. “I made them stay home. If a wolf is
going to smell you, it’ll be me.”
Allison groaned, an almost frantic whining as her body heat spiked. Nobody ever
coveted her like that before, and it was supposed to be that way—Allison’s body
was her own, the smell and touch and taste of her skin, it was all her own.
Kali had no right to claim it. But as Kali gently traced the pink, tender skin
of her cunt, just the very top, feather-light and not enough, Allison was ready
to give it all up just so Kali could make her come.
“Spread your legs wider, let me smell how wet you are,” Kali ordered firmly,
and Allison’s legs fell apart as if on cue, knees digging into the sticky vinyl
of the cot. She looked down and groaned, letting her head drop back to look at
the foam ceiling tiles.
She had left a wet patch on Kali’s purple scrubs, right on her thigh. It was
like a claim; a brand to show Kali was hers just as much as she was Kali’s.
“God, that’s perfect,” Kali breathed, and pressed her thumb right to Allison’s
clit, dragging it down in an achingly smooth motion but not letting it slip
inside of her yet. Allison squeezed her thighs around Kali, aching for
friction, her cunt like wet pink velvet begging to let Kali in.
Kali lifted her thumb to her mouth and licked Allison’s scent away, eyes
burning a deep crimson. “You’re the sweetest I've ever had,” she said, and
roughly grabbed Allison’s hand. “Touch me, and maybe I’ll get you off.”
Allison knew Kali would get her off anyways (or at least she hoped), but she
wormed her hand up Kali’s shirt, searching for the soft curve of her breast.
She squeezed gently—the weight of another woman’s breast was so different than
hers, the size and shape new, and it sent a dirty thrill down her spine. She
ran her thumb firmly over Kali’s hard nipple until Kali arched into her touch.
“Good girl,” Kali hissed, and slid two fingers right inside Allison, smooth and
slow, and Allison sobbed with relief, a shudder racking her entire body.
“You always know how to make me feel better,” Allison whispered, voice sweet
and nasty at the same time, blunt nails digging into Kali’s shoulders.
The bruise on her elbow ached, but Allison never felt better.
End Notes
     Title from "Doctor" by Cute Is What We Aim For. Yep, I'm bringing
     that shitty band back. With F/F PWP no less.
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