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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Jennifer's_Body_(2009)
  Relationship:
      Jennifer_Check_&_Anita_"Needy"_Lesnicki
  Character:
      Jennifer_(Jennifer's_Body), Anita_"Needy"_Lesnicki, Colin_Gray, Chip_
      (Jennifer's_Body)
  Collections:
      Yuletide_2010
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-12-20 Words: 4871
****** tastes like teen spirit ******
by pesha
Summary
     Even the most beautiful girl in school needs someone to need her. A
     demon's eye view to life as the Snowflake Queen.
Notes
     This didn't turn out quite the way I'd planned, but that is typical
     for me. I hope you enjoy it! I had a blast playing with the crazy fun
     language of the film. Happy Yuletide!
They took turns with her. Stabbing her that was to say. None of them tried to
have sex with her or stick it anywhere or whatever and wasn’t that totally
fucked up? Guys had been trying to get it in her since she got boobs in sixth
grade; Jennifer Check was the kind of girl all guys wanted and these Satanic
poser pricks couldn’t even remember her name? She had never been with guys who
couldn’t remember her name.
Whatever. There was stabbing (her), laughing (them), crying (her), and some
kind of stupid chant (them); then Jennifer couldn’t breathe and she was so
sorry she hadn’t listened to Needy and so glad Needy was a total used tampon
who flushed home instead of going out with the completely evil band guys from
the city. Warmth wrapped around her as she sank into unconsciousness and when
she woke up? The warmth was fire; she was burning up and she had to get to
Needy to tell her...to tell her...something.
                                      ~*~
Sandbox love never dies.
Jennifer was four-years-old when her mother got into her head that they needed
to do Mommy-and-Me in the park. She said it was so Jenny could make friends
before starting school, but Jenny thought it was so Mommy could dress up. Her
mommy always dressed up for going out, even if it was just to the park to play,
and she always told Jenny to be careful not to get too dirty because she had to
look pretty. Nobody loved a dirty girl but everybody loved a pretty one and
didn’t she want to be the prettiest girl of all so that everybody loved her
most?
Mommies-and-Me wasn’t as much fun for Jennifer as it was for her mommy. There
were more boys than girls and the girls that were there all seemed to want to
stay with their own mommies more than the other girls.
She went for two whole weeks before she met Anita Lesnicki. She sure hadn’t
been clinging to her mommy. Her mommy yelled at her to be careful and Jennifer
thought she’d called her ‘Needy’ but she learned later it had been ‘Neety’ and
she had simply heard wrong.
Needy had thrown herself into the sandbox, bucket and tools clanging, seemingly
unaware that she shouldn’t be getting so dirty because nobody would love a
dirty girl. Jennifer had wandered over to her to tell her she should be more
careful, then she’d looked at Jennifer and, for the first time in her life,
Jennifer felt like she might just be the prettiest girl in the whole world.
Needy gave her that. Needy made her beautiful and...
                                      ~*~
...she was starving, burning alive and so hungry. It was an eternity, a
lifetime of memories before she got to Needy’s, but Needy didn’t answer the
door the way she always did. Where was she? Why wasn’t she there already?
Opening the door before Jennifer had to knock because Jennifer never had to
knock for Needy.
Hunger pangs doubled her over, sent her scrabbling at the door, a sharp rap of
curled fingers against the wood to ask Needy to please, please come open the
door. She would be okay if Needy would only open the door.
”You can always come to me, you know that, right? Anytime. The key’s under the
fake rock by the kitchen door. I’ll always be here for you, Jen.”
Jennifer staggered off the porch and around the back, hunched over, arms
hanging limp, desperate to get inside, to get…something. She got inside as she
heard Needy answer the front door and thought that wasn’t like her Needy, her
Needy never made her wait. She needed something. Jennifer’s thoughts were
skittering around inside, she touched her necklace and remembered she was in
Needy’s kitchen. She’d let herself in with the key under the fake rock.
…Needy was shaking and Jennifer’s mouth tasted like blood and something dark,
something foul. She was so hungry. Needy was saying…something. She said
Jennifer’s name, that was it, her name on Needy’s trembling little lips and she
smiled to show a mouth full of blood and teeth.
The fridge at Needy’s always had something to eat. Her mom was always buying
stupid things to help her diet, keep them healthy, or whatever. She once went
on a fast for The Lord where she ate nothing but fresh fish and “unleavened
bread” except they didn’t know what that was at ValuCity so they’d wound up
eating whole wheat pita pockets from the healthy choice section of the bakery.
The refrigerator door was open, but Jennifer’s arms wouldn’t work right, her
hands, her hands were like claws and her teeth were so sharp in her mouth.
A roaster chicken fell to the floor and Jennifer’s legs folded under her,
sinking her into an animalistic crouch where she couldn’t stop herself, Needy
was talking and talking and something about Boston Market? Who the f cared?
Jennifer clawed at the chicken, shoved it into her mouth, chewed at it with her
sharp, sharp teeth, and Needy wouldn’t stop talking and Jennifer wanted her to
be quiet because she was so hungry and she was choking.
She yelled at Needy to be quiet and it wasn’t her voice. The scary darkness
making her thoughts race was trying to come out her mouth, was coming out her
mouth, was all over everything, Needy, the floor, Jennifer, everything. The
flood of darkness stopped and Needy was running or was Jennifer running?
Something smelled good, good enough to eat, and that gave her strength to get
up from her crouch, to push Needy against the hallway wall and it was Needy.
Jennifer leaned in to Needy, her breasts only that little bit higher so that
they curved right above the swell of Needy’s, her hips high enough that her
belt was pressed into the v of Needy’s sex, her head ready to tilt exactly so
much to put her lips to Needy’s throat to taste that delicious scent with her
tongue. Needy was shaking hard enough to make her breath come out in pants; the
darkness inside her pushed through the racing of her thoughts to let her know
it was fear. The smell.
“Are you scared?”
She jerked hard against Jennifer; that was enough of an answer. A spicy scent
layered thick over the tasty smell of fear when Jennifer pressed closer still,
close enough that her lips brushed the soft skin of Needy’s neck but even that
whisper of a taste was enough to scald Jennifer’s mouth. Needy choked on a
broken sound and Jennifer remembered how Needy made her beautiful when all
she’d ever done was make her play ugly Ashley and never Perfect Prom Betty.
The smell was so rich, so good; Jennifer’s lips burned from something sickly
sweet on Needy’s skin. Flavored lotion? Perfume?
Innocence, the darkness inside her mind sneered through her tumbling, turning,
tossing thoughts. Fear and Innocence and what was the other thing? The spicy
thing?
The darkness answered back easier this time: hopelessness. It was as if it were
relaying a favorite flavor. The intoxicating scent of Needy was masking all the
other thoughts in her head. Jennifer’s eyes caught on the sparkle of Needy’s
BFF charm. They were biffs. This was Needy, Needy was always there for her,
Needy made her beautiful when before Jennifer had only been pretty. Jennifer’s
teeth were so sharp.
She jerked back from Needy, staggered, forced herself away from the burning
innocence and tasty fear-hopeless combo meal. Jennifer smiled in triumph while
the darkness inside roared in anger at being denied.
Needy yelled her name as she forced herself into a shuffling run out the door.
She was so hungry.
                                      ~*~
Jennifer was eight-years-old and Needy had never told about any of her numerous
pricks, cuts, scrapes, and bruises gathered while getting dirty in the
playground. Needy never told on her for anything.
They were at Girl Scout Camp, sleeping in twin bunks in a set of cookie-cutter
cabins in the woods. Their chaperone had already skipped out for the night to
meet her boyfriend and the girls had all been falling asleep after a round of
scary stories when the crazy crashing booms started up.
Needy had flung herself off the top bunk and scrambled into bed with Jennifer,
all knees and elbows and freezing bare feet. She had clung to Jennifer hard
enough that Jennifer could feel the hummingbird flutter of her heartbeat where
their chests pressed together. Jennifer had wrapped her arms around Needy tight
enough to blend their hearts together. She had felt invincible holding Needy,
keeping her safe.
She would have killed for Needy.
Jennifer would have killed for her Needy.
                                      ~*~
School was a total waste of face time. No one was even noticed that Jennifer
had never looked better. Needy would notice. Needy always noticed Jennifer.
...except Needy only wanted to talk about stupid dead people and who cared
about crispy fried losers when Jennifer was more scrumptious than devil’s food
cake?
Jennifer droned her out until she was waving her gore-tainted, dark-scented
fingers in her face, then she snapped out a reply her own darkness gave her to
keep Needy quiet, keep her in her same old Needy-place where Jennifer needed
her to be. She couldn’t understand what the trauma was about stupid Melody Lane
burning down. Who cared? It was a hole. And those deaths? Please. As if Needy
had ever said a word to Ahmet from India. It wasn’t like he’d mattered to her
before he was all dead and stuff.
Please. Jennifer looked too good to dwell. Needy could whine for the poor
unfortunate souls. Jennifer was going to find someone else to appreciate how
totally banging she looked.
                                      ~*~
Jennifer was sixteen-years-old and they’d named her the Snowflake Queen. All
the girls were in their best dresses, some of their mothers had paid hundreds
of dollars for their dresses, hair, and makeup so they could look good enough
to be in the court. Jennifer and Needy had bought their dresses at the thrift
store on Harmon because Needy didn’t have the money for a brand new dress and
Jennifer? She wanted to show she didn’t need to spend a ton of money to look
like a million bucks.
Needy wasn’t in the Snowflake Court, but she’d gone to everything with Jennifer
anyway. They hadn’t taken dates. Not real dates anyway. Stupid Roman had
escorted Jennifer because he was Snowflake King and all but that wasn’t the
point. The point was that she came with Needy and Needy looked at her as if she
was priceless: a diamond in a sea of CZ faketards.
“---and now, your Snowflake Queen, Jennifer Check!”
Everyone cheered while Roman walked her out. Jennifer smiled at them the way
they wanted, but saved her best smile for when they were all standing in
position and she was right in front of Needy. She waved to see Needy light up
like the Christmas trees everywhere and Jennifer knew she’d always save her
best smiles for Needy because Needy appreciated them best.
She was a queen for one stupid night at school.
For Needy, she was a queen all the time.
                                      ~*~
She was tired. She looked like shit. Not hot shit either but like stinky shit
that stank and Needy had called her on it and what kind of biff move was that?
Biffs should always lie when asking if each other looked like shit even when
they looked like stinky shit that stank.
Her mouth was dry. Jennifer tried to lick her lips but her tongue was as rough
as her old cat’s and her dry mouth cranked into a smile as she thought of
telling Needy she had pussy tongue. Needy always blushed everywhere when
Jennifer made lesbo statements and then she would spend literally days fixating
on Jennifer’s mouth and Jennifer would feel more powerful than Wonder Woman,
sexier than Brittney Spears pre-baby-days, and more valuable than that
Microsperm guy’s brain.
She was going to comment when that waste of space, emofail Colin showed up to
hit on her. Jennifer was doing a good job giving him the brush off –without
being a total cuntybitch either since Needy never liked that- when Needy
scolded her.
“Colin’s really nice.”
It wasn’t like she harshed on her but it felt like it. She was on fire again,
the darkness burning her up from the inside because Needy thought she looked
like shit and Colin Gray was really nice. Fuck that. Jennifer’s mouth wasn’t
dry anymore; no, not dry at all. Her mouth was literally watering to test out
how nice Colin tasted.
She asked him out with a smile sharp as a razor’s edge and Needy looked at her
as if she were back to being Perfect Prom Betty again.
                                      ~*~
Jennifer intended to eat the nice out of Colin Gray for daring to try to take
her Needy. Oh he could say he wasn’t trying that, no, it was all Jennifer he
wanted, always Jennifer, but words only counted for so much when a guy was
getting eaten, right? Besides, it wasn’t what he’d intended to do; it was what
he’d done.
He’d made Needy question her, made Needy think she was a bitch, made Needy
think about him and his stupid fingernail polished fingers and he had better
not have touched her! Jennifer was going to eat him for even making her think
he’d touched her Needy. She was going to eat him alive.
Colin had tasted richly of fear and maybe despair? He hadn’t made it to
hopelessness for some reason Jennifer couldn’t quite wrap her mixed-up thoughts
around. She was getting better at thinking through the darkness though. She was
getting better.
The darkness wanted to suck up Needy, drink her down, take in all her fear, her
hopelessness, and even her burning innocence which Jennifer wasn’t sure was
such a good idea since her mouth still burned when she thought about even
brushing it against Needy’s skin again…but. She wanted her. The darkness wanted
her. It seemed to think that it was important to have her, her and not some
random boy; Jennifer wondered if it was because the darkness thought Needy
would narc on her.
Them.
Whatever.
Biffs never narc. The darkness would just have to get told because Needy would
never tell on Jennifer.
Jennifer’s thoughts raced ahead of the creeping darkness and she knew suddenly
how to make it all okay again. She’d tell Needy. She’d tell her everything and
it would be fine. Better than fine even because Jennifer was a god now that she
was full up of Colin (who’d never get his badly mani’d fingers on her Needy)
and Needy would finally look at her and see how she’d never ever been better
than right now.
Needy had loved her before, wanted her, adored her. There was no way she could
resist her now. Not when she was so fucking scrumptious.
Jennifer ran on feet fleet from fear-filled blood so fast she may have even
flown at one point. She was at Needy’s. She was inside with the key from the
fake rock. She was upstairs. She was in Needy’s bedroom. She was smiling,
shining, her teeth were so sharp. She was in Needy’s bed and she was waiting.
                                      ~*~
Jennifer was twelve-years-old and she was sharing Needy’s bed. It was Friday
night and that meant sleepover for her which meant sharing the bed at Needy’s
because they didn’t have a spare bedroom much less a spare bed.
Needy was constantly shifting in the bed beside her. Her body wasn’t all bones
anymore and she couldn’t seem to figure out if she wanted the curve of her butt
to snuggle into Jennifer or if she wanted the swell of her breasts to press
against her. Jennifer giggled because she couldn’t help it; it wasn’t like she
didn’t know what Needy was thinking. She was totally obvious.
“Want to play a game?”
Needy hesitated before whispering back, “We have to be quiet. My mom will make
you sleep on the couch if we wake her up.”
Jennifer leaned closer to her, shifting her legs to slide into Needy’s. She
pressed her lips against Needy’s ear to whisper back, “I can be quiet if you
can.”
“What do you want to play?”
Her voice was shaking, her whole body shaking, and between the two of them, the
whole bed trembled. Jennifer smiled wide enough to show her teeth, bright in
the darkness.
“Boyfriend-and-girlfriend.”
Needy jerked, her knees hitting Jennifer’s hard enough to bruise, “I don’t
think we should. We’re too old now. It’d be...wrong.”
She pressed her lips back to Needy’s ear and wrapped a hand around the curve of
Needy’s hip, “Says who? Besides. Who’s going to tell? You wouldn’t tell on me
would you, Needy?”
“No!” Needy curled closer, close enough she had to wrap a leg over Jennifer’s
to get so close, “I never tell on you. I’ll never ever tell on you.”
Jennifer squirmed until the leg over her hip was wrapped all the way around her
waist. Needy’s body was straddling her own tight enough for her to feel how
thin Needy’s pj bottoms were and Jennifer had never been more aware of her own
skin.
Her breath came in pants and she whispered back, “Good. Then I’m the boyfriend
this time, alright?”
“Okay, Jennifer.”
Needy always wound up going along with what she wanted because Needy? Loved
Jennifer. Nobody loved Jennifer like Needy loved Jennifer. They were biffs.
                                      ~*~
Needy screamed and it wasn’t anything like Jennifer remembered. It was a
strangled, shrieking sound that grated on Jennifer’s ears and set the darkness
in her mind to swirling, stirring up all her thoughts. She forced a laugh and
scoffed at Needy.
“God, Needy! Enough with the screaming.”
The screaming stopped then as she’d asked; Needy was still in there, still her
Needy, still listening and that made Jennifer’s thoughts skitter back together,
slink in towards one another and force the darkness back.
Fear scented the air as thick as any perfume, but the hopelessness seemed to
have dissipated away. Jennifer was sad and happy about it all at once because
it meant Needy smelled better and worse at the same time. She didn’t want
to...do what the darkness wanted her to do to Needy. She should be totally
gladass happy over her biff losing the hopeless smell; Jennifer wondered once
more, briefly, what was wrong with her, but then Needy was staring at her mouth
as if she’d said something totally gaylord to her and she couldn’t remember why
she should care.
Needy’s mouth was so there and Jennifer couldn’t have stopped herself, couldn’t
have fought off the urge to taste it, couldn’t have done anything other than
what she did even if it had meant going through whatever major drama she’d gone
through in the woods all over again. She breathed Needy in, savored the smell-
taste combination of her fear, her spicy hints of dying hope, and the cloying
sweet smell of her lingering innocence. Jennifer wanted to taste her bad enough
that her mouth was watering, wanted to taste her lips bad enough that her
panties were quickly becoming soaked. Jennifer’s mouth burned briefly in
remembrance of her brush with Needy’s too-sweet, too-bright innocence, then she
was kissing her.
Soft lips, soft tongues, and it seemed as if even her teeth had gone soft for
Needy. Jennifer couldn’t remember a time when she’d not felt the sharpness of
her teeth, but her mouth was a softly welcoming wonderland for Needy. She
reached a hand up to palm the swell of Needy’s breast, her nipple burning a
bright spot in Jennifer’s palm, and Needy was on her, grinding against her,
gripping her hips, her arms, her breasts, panting and sucking at her mouth as
if the darkness had spread into Needy and was telling Needy she should eat
Jennifer up before Jennifer had the chance to do it to her.
Jennifer was reeling when Needy pulled back and practically shouted in her
face, “What the fuck is happening?”
The darkness had one thought –since when does darling Needy drop the F-bomb?-
but Jennifer forced it down. She shivered beneath Needy; for once, it wasn’t
Jennifer who was playing the field with a memorized play book. There were no
rehearsed plays for the game they were playing now. Jennifer wasn’t even sure
what was happening could be considered a game for anyone except the
questionable darkness inside her head.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Needy looked down at her as if she were a total sped case, “Jennifer,
seriously. I saw you. You---you---you were covered in blood! The hood of my
car! Jennifer!”
Jennifer closed her hands around Needy’s hips, shook her hard enough to snap
her head on her neck and flood the room with the scent of delicious fear all
over again. She wasn’t worried about the darkness taking control though because
she could feel a flood of something else from where Needy was straddling her
and that gave her the strength to push the darkness back, to say what she
wanted to say. No darkness was stronger than Jennifer when Needy was dripping
wet from how much she wanted Jennifer.
The darkness didn’t want her to tell but she did it. She did it anyway. She
told all about the knife and the stupid chanting and the Satan part and how she
had had to get to Needy but she couldn’t hurt her. She wouldn’t ever, not ever
ever ever, and Needy was shaking on top of her. When Jennifer mentioned Ahmet
from India, Needy folded down to press her chest against Jennifer’s and then it
was a different wetness entirely that was drenching Jennifer’s hair where Needy
had buried her face.
Her voice was a whisper when she finished into Needy’s ear. The words were
hardly the comforting ones of a lover, but Needy would understand. Needy always
understood. They were biffs since Mommy-and-Me in the park and sandbox love
never dies, right?
“Colin wasn’t good enough for you and besides, when I’m full? Like now? I’m
totally all unkillable and shit. It’s completely X-men. You love that stuff,
right?”
Jennifer was going to bite into her arm to show off her sharp, sharp teeth and
how fast her completely rocking skin healed, but her teeth still felt all soft
for Needy. She used a pen from Needy’s pocket for lack of anything cooler and
stabbed it in, dragged it down, let herself heal right up for Needy to see.
Fear tainted everything richer than ever when it was over. She wasn’t sure what
she was doing wrong, what she was saying wrong, but the darkness loved the
smell of Needy’s fear. That, more than anything, scared her. Jennifer didn’t
want to make the darkness happy. Not with Needy anyway. Needy was hers.
Jennifer wasn’t even willing to share her with the darkness.
“C’mon, Needy. Don’t be afraid. It’s me. Jennifer. Your biff, remember? You
never have to be afraid of me. I’m totally all lesbigay for you, right?”
Needy coughed out a laugh, her eyes huge and still intermittently sprinkling
tears, “No. No, that’s not right, Jennifer. I don’t know what is going on but
you can’t just eat people then kiss me then tell me you’re unkillable and
expect it to be okay. It’s not okay, Jennifer. It’s not okay!”
She was screaming again and Jennifer rolled her over, slapped a hand over her
mouth to shut her up before Jennifer’s teeth decided to sharpen up again. She
was strong. She was stronger than the darkness. As long as Needy was hers,
Jennifer was stronger. She needed Needy to be hers.
Jennifer rocked her hips into the damp apex of Needy’s thighs. Needy groaned
and banged her head against the bed like she was trying to make her own
thoughts stop skittering away from the darkness. Needy always understood
exactly what Jennifer was feeling. Yes. She was getting her back. Jennifer
ground into her, making Needy buck sharply once to meet her with a harsh groan.
Yes. She was stronger than the darkness; Needy knew she was stronger just for
her.
“C’mon, Needy. I want to tell you a secret. Don’t you want me to tell you my
secret?”
Needy jerked under her, “Jennifer! God! You’ve told me plenty, I think, but you
know I do. I want to know everything about you. There’s not supposed to be any
secrets for us. We’re biffs.”
She breathed in the scent of fear, the sweet smell of returning hope, and the
musky scent of sex that Jennifer Check certainly didn’t need the darkness to
identify for her. Jennifer’s teeth weren’t sharp but her mouth was plenty wet,
plenty wet like her panties. She smirked at her own cleverness before realizing
that she’d been all over Needy. All over her and not once had the fiery burning
hit her. The sex smell sharpened as she leaned down to lap at the sweat that
had trickled into the hollow of Needy’s neck; it wasn’t all for her. There was
a boy taste to it.
Oh, Chip. Chip, Chip, Chipper. Jennifer’s teeth sharpened so fast it was like
she’d dreamed they’d ever been any other way. The darkness chanted Needy’s
stupid boyfriend’s name in her head and Jennifer raised up her head before she
lost control and did exactly what the darkness wanted her to do to Needy’s
tender throat. She was going to eat Chip up for taking away Needy’s innocence,
for stripping off that protection from her. That wasn’t his choice to make. It
wasn’t his because Needy wasn’t his; Needy was hers and Chip was going to learn
that very soon.
Jennifer forced out a breath and offered, “I’m totally lesbigay for you. You
think I’m joking, but you remember how I used to always make you play
boyfriend-girlfriend but I always liked being the boyfriend? That’s because I
wanted to be your boyfriend. Your only boyfriend. You give me a wettie okay?”
Needy’s eyes had gone unfocused while Jennifer had been licking at her,
grinding against her, proving to her how much she needed her Needy. Her gaze
sharpened quick as Jennifer’s teeth when she realized what Jennifer was saying.
“You’re the one who wanted me to get a real boyfriend! You told me to go out
with Chip in the first place because you said it made me look like even more of
a loser if I didn’t have a guy of my own when we went out together!”
The words were an accusation but the tone was hurt. The smell was hurt.
Jennifer breathed it in, learned it as something savory and closed her eyes a
second to use the new smell as a balancing point to stave off the darkness’s
control.
“Please, Needy. You know how much of a loserface you have to be to go out alone
on a double date. You had to have a Chip if we were going to fit in.”
Needy asked softly, “So you don’t want to fit in anymore?”
That. That sound. That smell. That was what let Jennifer know that she had her
back. Fear mixed with hope instead of hopelessness. Fear mixed with hope and
tinged with love, pure love, and that was her Needy back.
“No. I think I’m done trying to fit in. I’m like, totally a god right now. I
don’t give a shit what some bumfucks think about me. I was the Snowflake Queen,
right? That should count for something.”
Needy laughed, “So I don’t need Chip anymore and you’re---you’re going to eat
people if they what? Piss you off?”
“Or if I’m hungry,” Jennifer nodded, she smiled a smile full of teeth, teeth
sharp for thoughts of Chip who certainly would not be needed anymore.
Needy shivered beneath her, her body shook hard enough to tremble the bed
underneath them. Jennifer went with it, rocked them both lightly and when that
didn’t stop the trembling, Jennifer wrapped her impossibly strong arms around
Needy until Needy wrapped her own arms around Jennifer. They clung to one
another and Jennifer forced the darkness back by thinking about Needy, how much
Needy needed her, how strong she could be, had to be for Needy.
She was thinking hard enough she didn’t realize they were floating until Needy
gasped into her neck, her lips wet and soft and there against Jennifer’s skin.
Jennifer was focusing on Needy’s mouth the way that she’d always laughed at
Needy for focusing on her own when Needy finally responded so quietly she
almost didn’t hear.
“...okay.”
“Okay?”
Needy nodded against Jennifer’s throat, arms around her tight enough to bruise,
clinging to her as if they were four or eight or twelve or, fuck, even sixteen
again and Jennifer had all the answers to all the questions Needy would ever
have to ask. She said it again for Jennifer, always for Jennifer, “Okay.”
Jennifer smiled, “Okay.”
                                      ~*~
Fuck you, Chip. Sandbox love never dies.
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