JENNA & RORY’S APARTMENT
When the Pet Shop Girls burst into their apartment after a long night of highly illegal activity, the sun was coming up and Rory was punchy as hell, giggling with manic glee at the success of their endeavors.
“It all worked!” She tittered, “it all fuckin’ worked!”
“Did you – Did you not think it would?” She grins, just as pleased herself. “…I mean. I told you. They’re not nearly smart enough to I don’t know – just sleep somewhere else every night? This is not rocket surgery.”
“I mean sure but holy shit Pete’s probably awake by now, and halfway to California, I wish I could see the look on his face!”
“Probably borderline tears.” Jenna responded, a not-so-faint laugh in her words.
“Oh wow,” Rory bounded to the window to look at the rising sun, grinning ear to ear. “And that well. I can’t believe they never fuckin’ filled it in! Just sitting there with one wicked rotted piece a’ plywood!”
“I still think we shoulda put that big damn chunk of stone but I mean. You’re probably right that might be a little much.”
“Yeah don’t worry, Billy can’t climb for shit anyway. The noise he made when we dumped the water bottles and power bars on ‘im, though!”
Jenna takes a deep breath then emits a long, horribly pathetic whine, “omigaaaaawd what are you guys dooooing this isn’t fuunnnnnyyyy”
Rory started laughing, then something occurred to her. “Oh fuck, you know what—what I just realized. Little Billy. Is stuck in a well. And I threw him in there I’m REVERSE LASSIE”
Her laughter rattled the window as she stumbled away from it.
Jenna sounds like she is desperately trying to catch her breath, sputtering something about reverse lassies and little billies not in wells and please fix it.
Rory was laughing even harder, gasping for breath as the adrenaline and exhaustion and lightheadedness caught up with her and she threw her arm around Jenna and they both tumbled onto the couch—
And then Jenna wasn’t laughing anymore. Then Jenna wasn’t making many sounds at all. Now Jenna is an interesting shade of pink. Actually. That might be mauve. …Hm. How does one tell. “Um. Hi?”
“Um,” Rory was practically fuchsia. Also, partially on top of Jenna. Also, one of her boobs was smooshed against her roomie’s shoulder. “Hi.”
Does. Should she move? Oh god uh. She had not anticipated this. “…Wellll.” She says faintly, as though that is actually a good response.”
“Should,” Rory began, and then the rest of the sentence went missing. Its body would later be found in a well. She shifted her weight a little, as if thinking about getting up or rolling away, but she didn’t actually do it yet.
“Are. …. Are you–” Just like that, Jenna had no idea what to say, and it was fairly apparently. Was she going to ask if Rory was going to get up? If she could get up? Who knows.
“Do,” Rory murmured, then visibly thought better of whatever she was about to say and instead rolled to the side, removing her weight and body from Jenna’s and taking the seat next to her. Close… but no longer entangled with. “Uhm sorry bout that.”
Jenna looked – quite relieved, pushing herself into a sitting position. “Do? Before I forget?”
“Oh I was just gonna ask ifmaybeyouwanted[incoherent mumbling] but don’t worry about it I was just bein’ dumb.”
…She fussed with her tail. “Uh. Is this – … related to- To um. The ice cream. Shop.”
Rory nodded sheepishly.
“Do you – want to talk about it or?”
Blinking with confusion, Rory looked over at Jenna. “Do… do you? I don’t… I mean I sorta told you what… should we talk?”
She flushes. “Okay look – I don’t. Really. Know what I’m supposed to be saying or doing here.”
“Neither do I!” Rory blurted. “I like. Sorta already said stuff? I’m. I’m wicked into you! This is usually the part where the other person tells me where she’s at but it sounds like you kinda don’t… you don’t know? An’ like that’s okay but I don’t know what ta do with it neither.”
“Well -” She falters. “I…” She actually kind of flails a little. “I. Want to errr. Reciprocate? Like at least give you an honest shot but- that doesn’t sound fair?”
“What… whaddya mean?” Now she was even more confused.
“…Okay let me be frank.” Beat. “Yes, hi frank, okay, we got that out of our systems. – what I’m saying here is we could try but like. …I’m worried that I’ll find out that I don’t want what you do and that seems..” She trails off. “…in..considerate. … To say the very least.”
“Ain’t…” Squint. “Ain’t all relationships like that though? Y’can’t actually know everything about how yer gonna fit together goin’ in. It’s risky. That’s love, that’s life. Yeah? I mean, unless yer just tryna let me down easy, which… you really don’t gotta do.”
“The problem is I don’t know what i’m doing.” hey, honesty! “…Look just- …crap. I dunno.”
“Well. Right, okay,” Rory nodded, the gears in her head laboriously turning. “So, I guess neither of us really knows what the right call is here. So we got two options, yeah? One is that we put this away, we don’t think about it for a while, maybe we go back to it if things change. The other is that, uh. We kiss, and see what happens.”
“..which do you wanna do.” Jenna you lazy cuss.
“You fuckin’ well know which one I wanna do,” Rory smiled nervously.
“…Yes. I do.” She pauses. Hesitates, and then in a small voice that suits her not at all says, “…that- that was an invitation, Rory.”
And then there was a dog girl on top of her again and lips against hers, a hand pressing into the couch behind her head. The kiss was simple and plain and soft, but an urgency trembled in the frame that braced overtop her.
The part that confused Jenna the most was she hadn’t even noticed Rory moving. But – She can work with that, and she does, slinging her arms around Rory’s shoulders and holding her tightly while returning the kiss. … It’s. Perhaps surprisingly, a bit clumsy compared to Rory.
Rory’s weight shifted, one foot braced against the floor, one knee on the couch, both arms wrapping around Jenna’s shoulders and drawing her up into the kiss, a low, tiny growl in the back of her throat.
There’s a faint, squeaking, confused noise – but she doesn’t stop or even slow, just clings that little bit closer to Rory.
And probably whacks Rory with her tail. Just once, and it’s probably because she was surprised. She’s certainly not seeming to mind the rest. …because there’s only one explanation that makes sense for the rumbling sound.
There’s only so suave and commanding a dog girl can be, really, because soon Jenna realizes that the quick swinging motion she’s feeling in Rory’s embrace is her tail just wagging so damn hard, even more so upon getting an overt signal that Jenna is enjoying this.
Finally, she breaks the kiss, face flushed and heart beating fast.
“Um… dang. Hi.”
Jenna stares. “..Dang? Dang, hi?” She squints. “Why- .. What am I supposed to – take. From. That.”
“Well my tail’s still goin’, ain’t it?” Smirk. “Whaddya take from that, Miss Rumbles?”
“That you’re being a smartass, smartass.”
“You musta rubbed off on me some during that kiss, then,” Rory murmured, closing in again, lips hovering just over Jenna’s.
“That’s a little laz-” And then she cuts herself off, leaning up that fraction-of-an-inch and kissing Rory. Waiting is silly. And for other people.
Taking Jenna’s face in her hands, Rory returned the kiss enthusiastically. She brought her knee closer in, then shifted her weight and lifted the other knee onto the couch as well, now straddling the other girl as they kissed.
There’s a little laugh, and Jenna kind of murmurs “‘Atta girl,” because of course she does, it’s Rory and Rory listened. Or at least followed along without Jenna havin’ to say something.
There was that playful growl again, Rory’s tail still going a mile a minute as Jenna felt a big soft tongue play over her lips.
Oh. Oh my. She didn’t mind that, but there was a definite pause while she figured out what to do with it – as her lips parted, Rory probably immediately figured out why.
Oh god her tongue. It is scratchy.
That elicited a giggle-growl from the dog girl, and she hunkered down and wrapped her arms around Jenna’s midsection as they kissed.
A minute later, though, she broke the kiss again, giggling a little. “Tickles,” she said, but her grin was far more delight than reflex. “That was—that was nice. How’re you feelin’?”
“…Um.” She looked thoughtful. Then she blinks a few times. “That was nice. I feel okay. How about you?”
“I feel good,” Rory said, as her tail and smile corroborated the statement. “It’s. I’m good.”
“That’s- That’s good.” She still seemed to be working something out in her head.
“Wanna, um—whatcha thinking?”
“About feelings.” How um. Helpful, Jenna.
“Ok what about ’em?” Mercifully, Rory was persistent. Or unmercifully?
She still looked cheerful, but the tail? Stopped. “I won’t,” she said, and meant it.
“..I um. I can’t. Figure out if I liked that you were kissing me, or if I liked kissing you.” What. – Jenna. What is- The difference–
Blank stare. “What’s… what’s the difference.”
“One means I was excited because it was you doing it. The other one means I was excited because there was kissing.” She says this with a tone that suggests it is COMPLETELY obvious.
“Oh. Huh.” Rory turned this over in her brain a few times, evaluating it, tasting it. “Y’know, I’d obviously prefer the first one? But I think I could probs live with the second.”
“..I don’t know how to figure this out.” She frowns. Her tail twitches “…I mean. The answer seems to be yes but…”
Shrug. Smile. “Why’ncha go make out with somebody else and see if it feels any different?”
“That seems unfair, and also like – who.”
“Well I can’t do all the freakin’ legwork for you here.” Rory finally slung her leg over Jenna’s lap and flomped down onto the couch beside her. “Until then, I guess don’t worry about it? I ain’t gonna be offended if it turns out I’m just yer best friend who you kiss sometimes. Not like I actually date anybody no more.”
Ha ha oh yes. “Uh yeah! Not worrying. Yep. That is. The thing I will start doing.” … ha ha oh god no why. … It was a wonder that Jenna was not visibly sweating. Or somehow sweating noisily. — that is, no it wasn’t. Because she was definitely not worrying. Like it was suggested.
“You’re fuckin’ worrying already?” Rory sighed and petted Jenna’s arm. “Why, though? What’s to worry about?”
“…what have I been doing about you. Since I met you. Like. The day I met you.”
Auburn curls and floppy dog ears bounced as the girl shook her head. “I don’t get it. I’m a frickin’ grown woman, Jenna, an’ I get worryin’ about me if I get my ass beat again, but this? This is kissing. This is two people who care about each other doin’ a thing that’s nice.”
“…I dunno. It’s just – It’s different for me, I guess. I didn’t-” She waves her hand, dismissively, airily. “…I’m only really worried because. I mean. I don’t want to be stupid and wrong. What if I brought it up for nothing what if-”
Oh my God, Jenna.
“Oh! Hey!” Rory excitedly patted Jenna’s shoulder. “Oh I wanna do the thing! Where you’re fretting about stuff and then I shut you up by knockin’ you down and kissing you real good, can I do that” … ever the spirit of romanticism.
…well at least she asked. “Uh.” Blank stare. “…ye- .. yes?”
“Wait, hold up though,” Rory frowned, as though only just now processing what Jenna had been saying. “What… different how? Different from what? From me?”
She flushed, stared intently at her lap. “..I don’t kiss a lot of people. I don’t kiss people very often. It usually takes a while. …overimportance I guess, is what’s different I think I meant.”
“Ya worried that this was… too soon? Too cheap?”
“No, I’m basically arbitrarily finding a way to worry about it anyway after you gave me a good solid counterpoint.”
That’s. … Uh. “…well no. I suppose it’s more that I just. Feel like if I went off and kissed someone else then I’d be cheapening it.”
“If you don’t wanna cheapen it, doesn’t that sorta suggest that it already means somethin’?” There’s that disarming smile.
“…you mean something, so I mean..” She throws her hands up. “Why aren’t you making me shut up.”
She laughed. “Cuz you didn’t really get started again properly! You gotta build up a head of steam or else it doesn’t have the right effect.”
“Oh my God, Rory!” She throws her hands up again, and whines. “You are being so v—”
For a split second, Rory’s muscles tensed and then she was moving forward fast and then impact and weight and skin and Jenna was being kissed again, her head cradled in one of Rory’s big hands, the other hand bracing her weight against the arm of the couch but her torso and hips still pressing down and pinning her in place.
Geeze was that so hard, Rory. Jenna lets it happen, of course, because she’d all but insisted on it, after all. She clung to Rory and returned the kiss, fingers running through and alternately tangling in the pup-girl’s hair. Pause. … Scritch-scritch. What happens if you scratch behind Rory’s ears? More importantly, will she have other opportunities to find out?
Something between a growl and a moan, apparently, and a little bit more pressure from her hips. Rory’s tongue, too, evidently undaunted by the rough partner awaiting it.
Oh, neat. Jenna scritchies some more, clearly enamored with Rory’s response. There’s even a faint, muffled kind-of-snicker. … which is cut a bit short by Rory deciding to bump things up a bit.
Oh. It does that, too..
The noise Rory made into Jenna’s mouth was less a canine growl and much more a human moan. She shuddered, slightly, pressing her body against Jenna’s, then reached over, grabbed a wrist, and placed the other girl’s hand firmly on her own breast.
More muffled, amused sorts of sounds. She actually seems to debate for a moment – and then goes back to scratching behind Rory’s ears, before breaking the kiss. “Tiltcher head,” she murmurs. And funnily, she still seems a bit clumsy – though, maybe she just isn’t sure about what she’s doin’, for once, as she squeezes.
Rory obeyed immediately, tipping her head to the side, breathing hard and shallow, the hint of a whine at the back of her throat.
And Jenna nips along Rory’s neck – she’s … very ginger about it. She does have pointy, pointy cat teeth. And all the while, she keeps lightly squeezing Rory’s breast, not really in time with anything, a messy outpouring of affection.
Little whimper noises accompanied by fierce tail-wagging indicate that Jenna’s actions were working just fine for her roommate-turned-makeout-buddy. The hand that had been cradling Jenna’s head pressed flat against her stomach now, fingers curling slightly but not digging into the skin. The flesh of Rory’s neck was… soft, and lightly fuzzed like the rest of her, but past that first velvety layer of skin it was surprisingly tough. The light scoring from Jenna’s teeth produced pleasure but seemingly no harm.
Jenna actually flinches as Rory presses her hand flat. … Fortunately, she caught herself, and apparently, she really wasn’t kidding when she said to be careful about that. … But – no punch, no foul, yeah? She keeps biting, and despite how tough those lower layers seemed, she was still … perhaps frustratingly delicate.
“Hhh. Harder.” Rory growled it through her teeth, resisting the urge to grind a rhythm against Jenna. Bit early for that. Bit quick.
“What do you say,” she singsongs. Probably to be a jerk. It… it is Jenna. She nibbles a liiiitttle harder. But just barely.
Growl. “Harder! Please!”
“That’s much better.” She takes the request seriously, and she bites deep – she’s careful enough to avoid drawing blood (or much at least), but besides that, wow, her teeth are sharp. Scritch scritch.
Rory yelped, wrapping her fingers around Jenna’s side, squeezing and pulling her upwards as she pressed down against her thigh, allowing herself one long, hard, slooooow grind. “J-Jenna! Ah! Fuck. Yes. You got. Really nice teeth.”
“I know I do,” she says, all smugness. “…You need to stop, Rory?” There’s a faint note of concern, but it’s not hard to tell that her breathing has picked up, too. Or anything else like that.
“Heh,” Rory attempted a breathless laugh. “Not. Before… you actually bite me hard at least once.” Oh that was a challenge. That was definitely a challenge.
She quirks a brow. And then she bites down. Rory … is probably very fortunate she’s so durable, since: Yes. That was a challenge. And you may recall, Rory, that when told a gang was gunning for her and had sent her a message, she laughed.
She already has your neck in her jaws.
“HAAAaaaaaaAAA~” Rory’s grip tightened, she ground down hard, she pressed her forehead against the couch as she stifled a wail of happy pain. “Fuck! Fffffuck! Yes! NNnnnffhhrrfuck” What a mouth on that girl.
How profane, Rory! Jenna bites down one last time, then straightens up, peering at the mouthy hound. “…How’s that, sugar,” she asks with a little grin.
At first, there was no reply; Rory breathed hard and heavy, ignoring the blood running from the puncture marks on her shoulder. Then, lightning-quick, she pinned Jenna, holding down both of her arms over her head, and clamped her own jaws down on the catgirl’s shoulder.
She wasn’t biting nearly as hard, mind, but her teeth also weren’t as sharp. But oh, Jenna felt them. It wasn’t a pressure-bite, it was a solid, unbreakable clamp, a this-is-mine hold. It was a steel trap of a bite.
And with that, with that bite and clamping down … Rory received the simplest response possible. It probably took her a few seconds to figure out why she was shaking a little: Because Jenna was purring. That’s why.
A low growl, and a slight tightening of those jaws, just to remind her: I could bite harder, and Rory loosened her grip on Jenna’s arms enough to keep the pin comfortable. Rocked her hips slightly. Resettled. Growled.
She sounded kind of amused, and inquired, airily, and lazily, “Are you having fun yet, darling?” Her voice had a slight …. Strain to it.
“Eah. Rhy,” Jenna felt the voice through Rory’s teeth, digging into her skin, not breaking it. Not quite. “Arrngh eeu?“
“Mm-hmm,” she – well, purred. Apparently the teeth didn’t bother her terribly much. “Now are you gonna use those teeth or…”
Suddenly the pressure and pain of Rory’s bite intensified sharply, canines puncturing her skin, back teeth clamping her shoulder hard enough that they’d leave a heavy bruise later. If Jenna’s constitution were no more enhanced than that of a baseline human, she’d be seeing stars right now, possibly close to a blackout.
It was close enough. If not the same. Hard to tell, really. Subjectivity and all! But Jenna was most certainly seeing stars, and the purring became a bit less… constant. More stop-and-start, like she was forgetting to actually keep it up. “Mfh.”
Finally Rory let go, and shifted her weight, sitting up, straddling Jenna’s prone form with one knee on the couch, the other halfway on it and semi-braced with a foot on the ground. She rested both hands lightly on Jenna’s chest, then leaned over, grinned, and ran her big tongue over her bloodstained teeth. “Mm.”
Jenna was. Quiet for a second or two, then startled a little, blinking rapidly. Oh. Huh. Maybe do not jeer at Ro- ha yeah okay. Let’s not lie to ourselves, Jenna. “…Oh- oh my. It looks like you did.” She considers that for a moment. “…Well-” She exhales slowly. “…That was fun.”
“Uh-huh,” Rory growled cheerfully. Her grin and tail showed that she was very happy with how the morning had gone, and if Jenna were looking, she could notice at least one other sign that Rory had enjoyed herself (if an ominous portent that laundry day would come sooner this week).
Ear-scritchies. “…Now what then, sugar?” She…. decided against adding those last bits, and the things she noticed. It just seemed safer. A better plan, really.
“I… I dunno?” Rory blinked. “Not like… I planned for this. I feel like, y’know, it’s almost six in the mornin’ and we should sleep, but t’be honest I’m gonna need a round with hitachi-san before I’m gonna be able to get to sleep.” Christ, Rory.
Oh my God, Rory. Jenna kind of shrugged. “…Oh. I’m real tired all of a sudden. I s’pose I’ll just lay right here” A broad yawn. “…But uh. Y’all. Have fun?”
Rory blinked, still straddling her roomie. “… I feel like this is one of those times when yer tryna drop a hint and I’m too stupid to pick it up.”
Jenna raised one hand. Pushed her thumb and index finger almost together. Then dropped it and curled up. … inasmuch as heavy, Heavy Rory would allow.
That earned a pout. “Yanno, sometimes you’re kinda mean,” Rory huffed, “I already know I’m an idiot but you don’t gotta grind it in.”
“Point of fact: I must like it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t call you my big dumb idiot, now would I?”
Small smile. “Usually you don’t admit I’m your idiot. So, um. How ’bout. How ’bout one of us sleeps in the other’s bed tonight? I ain’t gotten to cuddle somebody to sleep in years.”
A green eye cracked open. Fixed on Rory. Stared. “…Hey. Rory? What’ve I been saying. For about five minutes now.”
“Th-that yer gonna go to sleep.”
“..what did you just suggest.”
“That I sleep with you.”
“Okay, see. You’re almost there.”
“So… yes? You coulda just said ‘yes’ yanno.”
“I’ve been telling you to do it for like five minutes now. How much more agreeable can I be?”
“Ugh you tellin’ me to do things is like solvin’ riddles,” Rory complained, but took her weight off of Jenna and the couch, then reached down and slung the other girl over her shoulder and carried her to Jenna’s bedroom.
Ow. “Ow,” she concluded. “…It’s really not that hard to figure out, sugar.” She sounded. … Tired. Drained. And probably a little more run-down than Rory was used to.
Jenna was deposited on the bed a bit more gingerly than she’d been picked up, and Rory disappeared for a few moments. When she returned, she had a fishing tacklebox in hand, which she set on the bed.
“One last thing before bed.” She opened the tacklebox, which didn’t contain any fishing tackle. Instead it was full of various medical supplies, obviously collected over years. Lots of gauze, lots of tape, several kinds of antiseptic. Certainly not as quality as what Jenna had, but significantly more quantity. “Let’s clean that bite wound, yeah?”
“I dunno didn’t you say somethin’ about dogs havin’ the cleanest mouth Jenna geeze – .. I mean. Yes. Yes, that’s a good idea.”
“We do have clean mouths,” Rory scowled as she soaked a cotton ball with bacitracin, “but we can’t just leave puncture wounds open. Also, shut up.” She delicately started tending to Jenna’s wound. “Sides, I gotta get used to this. We’re probably gonna get injured a lot doin’ superheroing.”
She opens her mouth. Looks like she may say something – And then closes it. “Yeah. Probably? …Prooobably,” is what she finally goes with.
“Besides,” she grinned. “Next time, I’m gonna bite ya more than once.”
Does- .. Should she admit that that would probably put her into sho- NOPE. Unthinkable. “Oh. Okay. That sounds nice~”
“Hey, uh,” she dressed the wound a lot better than she’d dressed her own, at least. “Thanks for takin’ a risk on somethin’ that made ya nervous.”
“I didn’t like it,” she says imperiously. “.. but I suppose I can let it go. This time.” she laughs, then yawns a little bit. “…Really. It’s fine. I’m sure I can find other things to not like.”
“An’ we can throw ’em in wells,” Rory said, then yawned wide as she taped down the gauze she’d placed. “Okay, that’s done. I’m kinda sleepy too, good timing. Unless you was hintin’ that you didn’t actually wanna sleep neither.”
“No. After blacking o-” … whoops. “Um. Going to sleep very suddenly..” REALLY, Jenna. “I figured sleep was a good idea. No euphemisms.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Rory yawned again, draping herself out on the bed. “Should probably…”
And she was out.
“I’m like majority cat and I can’t–”
Huh. Jenna actually snores sometimes. How about that.