Fic: But Endure, Even This Grief
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prficathonsTitle: But Endure, Even This Grief
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y2jdingo
Writing forpockysquirrel
Filling prompt "Kim/Aisha - Shopping...at Victoria's Secret? (AKA the horrible prompt I came up with in that horrible meme that time)"
Summary: You'd think Kim and Aisha would enjoy Victoria's Secret. In the end, you'd be wrong.
Rating: Next above PG/heavy makeout ahead.
Notes: Kim/Aisha, which started as fluff, swerved towards PWP, and then pulled a U-turn into angst/wangst, depending on whether I pulled it off. The title is from a vague reference in one of Sappho's jealousy poems.
"I either have too much or too little boob for this bra," a muffled voice floated over the curtain.
Aisha blinked at her reflection in the mirror.
"That’s quite a pickle to have."
"Isn’t it just?" Kim sighed.
Aisha sized up the next scrap of fabric and wire Hurricane Kimberly had dropped into her shopping basket during their study of all Victoria's Secret had to offer. White, with dark gold spots. Alrighty.
The dark blue one she had on was pulled off, and she hesitated before dropping it in her NO pile. It was a very nice style, and she liked it. All except for the colour. Blue would show under yellow shirts like no one’s business. She fastened the next bra while staring at the blue one and double-guessing, until…
"Um…Aisha?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Can I grab you for a second?"
Aisha frowned. "Right now?"
"Yes. I need a hand."
Aisha twitched the curtain of her cubicle open, and spotted the lone shop assistant talking to another customer over on the far side of the store. If she was quick, no one would notice.
She darted around the thin wooden wall separating their changing rooms, thinking it wouldn’t take but a moment – and she got tangled in the roof-to-floor curtain of Kim’s cubicle. Flailing only got her stuck worse.
"You okay there?" Kim asked in amusement, gently pulling her free of the accursed curtain.
Aisha took one look at the expression on Kim’s face and couldn’t help but grin back. "Yep. You needed something?"
Kim turned to look in the mirror, presenting her back to Aisha. "I unhooked it, but it somehow re-hooked itself. Can you undo it?"
Aisha momentarily forgot to breathe as she took in Kim, all tanned skin and tight blue denim jeans. She looked…debauched, was the only word Aisha came up with. No top. The devil bra had the top row of hooks into the bottom row of receiving clasps, and it looked like she’d been surprised in the middle of a makeout session. Her hair framed her face, a tiny necklace shone and drew attention to soft skin above her breasts. And oh. Bra pushing breasts up to perfection.
She came back to herself with a few hard blinks, stepped forward automatically and reached for the back clasp and gently pulled the two sides together and apart. Tried not to think about how warm Kim’s back was.
"Thanks." Kim winked in the mirror, holding the bra against her chest.
And then Aisha turned her around and kissed her.
Heartbeat. Another. Another. Kim’s hand was in between them. And then it wasn’t, it was around Aisha’s bicep and Kim didn’t push her away. She pulled.
Kisses and tongue and filthy noises.
Aisha backed her against the wall. And Kim went, arching like a cat so their bellies touched together and how had she forgotten that there was just one and a half bras between them? And then pinning Kim against the cold hard mirror and pushing as far as she could wasn’t working and her hands dropped to the backs of Kim’s thighs and pulled up, and Kim jumped up and wrapped her legs around her waist. And they kept kissing.
Her hand flexed against Kim’s thigh, then moved until it curved around Kim’s back, brushing the top of her jeans. Then tightened, moving more of Kim’s weight forward onto Aisha and God how happy was she that Ranger strength stayed with them even unmorphed?
Kim’s breath hitched, a tiny noise that Aisha breathed in and swallowed and quickly developed a taste for. More little noises.
Aisha’s second hand skated the side of Kim’s stomach, brushed the side of her breast. Her thumb searched across the oddly-slack lace of the bra and found…yes. There. Another hitch.
Kim’s arms were tight around the back of her neck, heels dug in to the back of Aisha’s thighs.
Aisha pulled the bra down and that must have set off an alarm.
Kim pulled away from the kiss, her lips red and eyes unfocused. "No. No. I can’t."
And wasn’t that a water balloon full of ice water.
Kim blinked a couple of times and refocused. "I…I'm sorry."
Aisha searched Kim’s eyes and saw nothing encouraging. She could only imagine what Kim was seeing – image of a certain White Ranger in the mirror? Aisha silently dropped Kim back on her feet. Kim hesitated for a moment before turning to face the non-mirror wall and pulling off the unbought bra, and fiddling around with her own clothes. If she had looked debauched-sexy before, she looked debauched-regretful now.
Aisha figured that was a dismissal, and she exited into her own cubicle. Took off the white and yellow spotted lingerie robotically and pulled on her own, along with her shirt. Looked in the mirror and saw that her hair was coming free of her ponytail. Felt an ache around the back of her neck where Kim had been hanging on as they kissed.
"Shit," she whispered to herself. "Shit shit shit."
When she exited the changing room the curtain was pulled back on Kim’s cubicle. Her purse was gone. And the bra that had been the cause of the whole problem was wrinkled and abandoned on the floor.
Written by
y2jdingoWriting for
pockysquirrelFilling prompt "Kim/Aisha - Shopping...at Victoria's Secret? (AKA the horrible prompt I came up with in that horrible meme that time)"
Summary: You'd think Kim and Aisha would enjoy Victoria's Secret. In the end, you'd be wrong.
Rating: Next above PG/heavy makeout ahead.
Notes: Kim/Aisha, which started as fluff, swerved towards PWP, and then pulled a U-turn into angst/wangst, depending on whether I pulled it off. The title is from a vague reference in one of Sappho's jealousy poems.
"I either have too much or too little boob for this bra," a muffled voice floated over the curtain.
Aisha blinked at her reflection in the mirror.
"That’s quite a pickle to have."
"Isn’t it just?" Kim sighed.
Aisha sized up the next scrap of fabric and wire Hurricane Kimberly had dropped into her shopping basket during their study of all Victoria's Secret had to offer. White, with dark gold spots. Alrighty.
The dark blue one she had on was pulled off, and she hesitated before dropping it in her NO pile. It was a very nice style, and she liked it. All except for the colour. Blue would show under yellow shirts like no one’s business. She fastened the next bra while staring at the blue one and double-guessing, until…
"Um…Aisha?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Can I grab you for a second?"
Aisha frowned. "Right now?"
"Yes. I need a hand."
Aisha twitched the curtain of her cubicle open, and spotted the lone shop assistant talking to another customer over on the far side of the store. If she was quick, no one would notice.
She darted around the thin wooden wall separating their changing rooms, thinking it wouldn’t take but a moment – and she got tangled in the roof-to-floor curtain of Kim’s cubicle. Flailing only got her stuck worse.
"You okay there?" Kim asked in amusement, gently pulling her free of the accursed curtain.
Aisha took one look at the expression on Kim’s face and couldn’t help but grin back. "Yep. You needed something?"
Kim turned to look in the mirror, presenting her back to Aisha. "I unhooked it, but it somehow re-hooked itself. Can you undo it?"
Aisha momentarily forgot to breathe as she took in Kim, all tanned skin and tight blue denim jeans. She looked…debauched, was the only word Aisha came up with. No top. The devil bra had the top row of hooks into the bottom row of receiving clasps, and it looked like she’d been surprised in the middle of a makeout session. Her hair framed her face, a tiny necklace shone and drew attention to soft skin above her breasts. And oh. Bra pushing breasts up to perfection.
She came back to herself with a few hard blinks, stepped forward automatically and reached for the back clasp and gently pulled the two sides together and apart. Tried not to think about how warm Kim’s back was.
"Thanks." Kim winked in the mirror, holding the bra against her chest.
And then Aisha turned her around and kissed her.
Heartbeat. Another. Another. Kim’s hand was in between them. And then it wasn’t, it was around Aisha’s bicep and Kim didn’t push her away. She pulled.
Kisses and tongue and filthy noises.
Aisha backed her against the wall. And Kim went, arching like a cat so their bellies touched together and how had she forgotten that there was just one and a half bras between them? And then pinning Kim against the cold hard mirror and pushing as far as she could wasn’t working and her hands dropped to the backs of Kim’s thighs and pulled up, and Kim jumped up and wrapped her legs around her waist. And they kept kissing.
Her hand flexed against Kim’s thigh, then moved until it curved around Kim’s back, brushing the top of her jeans. Then tightened, moving more of Kim’s weight forward onto Aisha and God how happy was she that Ranger strength stayed with them even unmorphed?
Kim’s breath hitched, a tiny noise that Aisha breathed in and swallowed and quickly developed a taste for. More little noises.
Aisha’s second hand skated the side of Kim’s stomach, brushed the side of her breast. Her thumb searched across the oddly-slack lace of the bra and found…yes. There. Another hitch.
Kim’s arms were tight around the back of her neck, heels dug in to the back of Aisha’s thighs.
Aisha pulled the bra down and that must have set off an alarm.
Kim pulled away from the kiss, her lips red and eyes unfocused. "No. No. I can’t."
And wasn’t that a water balloon full of ice water.
Kim blinked a couple of times and refocused. "I…I'm sorry."
Aisha searched Kim’s eyes and saw nothing encouraging. She could only imagine what Kim was seeing – image of a certain White Ranger in the mirror? Aisha silently dropped Kim back on her feet. Kim hesitated for a moment before turning to face the non-mirror wall and pulling off the unbought bra, and fiddling around with her own clothes. If she had looked debauched-sexy before, she looked debauched-regretful now.
Aisha figured that was a dismissal, and she exited into her own cubicle. Took off the white and yellow spotted lingerie robotically and pulled on her own, along with her shirt. Looked in the mirror and saw that her hair was coming free of her ponytail. Felt an ache around the back of her neck where Kim had been hanging on as they kissed.
"Shit," she whispered to herself. "Shit shit shit."
When she exited the changing room the curtain was pulled back on Kim’s cubicle. Her purse was gone. And the bra that had been the cause of the whole problem was wrinkled and abandoned on the floor.