at parties i point to my body and say this is where love comes to die » Karen/Grant. An AU set in the Grantverse. Episode 190, Lick the Clock. “I was pretty sure I didn’t have breast cancer [...] but scared the shit out of myself for, like, a good fourteen days waiting to find out if I did or not.” Karen and Grant during this ordeal. (This is unfinished and might never be finished, but here it is.)
This is for all the Karen/Georgia 'shippers who are lurking quietly. If you're there, this is part of a five times fic that it's taking me 8475 years to write.
the heart that's had enough stays shut
Karen/Georgia. Crossing lines, or the lack thereof.
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They are in Karen’s hotel room after one of their first live shows. It’s all fresh and new and exciting. Karen is getting back into the groove of being on stage and Georgia is just learning the ropes, and they are practically buzzing with adrenaline after every show.
This evening, they returned to Karen’s room late, laughing and singing and being silly. As soon as the door closes, Georgia backs Karen against a wall and catches her lips in a smudged kiss.
It’s euphoric and heady and as the air between them grows more fevered, Karen clutches Georgia’s lower back, desperately wanting to feel her closer.
Abruptly, Georgia pulls away and drops to her knees, and Karen grapples for her shoulders immediately.
“Wait, wait, no. Please. You shouldn’t–“ Karen says frantically.
“It’s okay. I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Georgia’s hands travel slowly up under the hem of Karen’s black dress.
This isn’t new for them, but kissing and fingering is as far as it’s ever gone. That’s as far as Karen will allow it to go. She has morals, for Christ’s sake, flexible though they may be right now.
“No, no, I can’t– We can’t do this.” Karen is pushing at Georgia’s shoulder, keeping her other hand between them, trying like hell to keep that tenuous boundary in place.
As much as she wants it, has wanted it for as long as they have been doing this, oral sex is crossing a line that she just isn’t comfortable crossing. It feels too much like cheating. She doesn’t want to do that to Vince, even if Georgia insists he won’t care.
“Please?” Georgia asks, sitting back on her haunches. Nimble fingers run up the backs of Karen’s thighs, stroking with feather-light touches.
Karen says nothing, just looks at Georgia for a long, quiet moment. Then she shakes her head and says, “I’m sorry, I can’t. I can’t let you do that to him–”
They both know she’s talking about Vince.
“He doesn’t care, I’ve told you that already, and–”
“I know, I know, but I just… It’s that thing of like, if we do that… It’s just the point of no return, it feels like. I’m sorry, but I can’t cross that line.”
Georgia stands up and presses herself into Karen’s body, captures her lips in another searing kiss. She wastes no time finding and cupping the juncture of Karen’s thighs. It’s familiar territory by now.
“But this…” Georgia’s fingers slip down into the waistband of Karen’s panties and Karen can’t help but spread her legs a little, habit and instinct taking over.
“This is still okay, right?” Georgia asks, cheek-to-cheek with Karen, mouth right by her ear.
Karen’s head tips back against the wall and she blows air slowly through her nose, trying to gather her resolve. It’s no easy feat because now Georgia’s fingers are slicking through her folds and it feels as amazing as it always does. She knows they should not be doing this, but she can never tell Georgia no.
She needs to work on that.
“It shouldn’t be, but–” Karen’s words falter on a gasp when Georgia starts rubbing her clit determinedly.
“‘But’ what?” Georgia teases with a smile, pulling back to watch Karen’s face.
It took Georgia exactly no time at all to learn exactly how Karen liked to be kissed, and not long after that, she could bring Karen to orgasm with such ease that she almost didn’t believe it. Neither of them did. She’s been absurdly proud of herself since.
“But I–” Karen gasps and reaches down to lightly encircle Georgia’s wrist with her hand. She gives up trying to protest and grinds down into Georgia’s palm. It feels too fucking good.
Georgia’s fingers slip inside to explore and she sounds pleased with Karen’s faint gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Georgia says huskily. She captures Karen’s lips again and then mumbles against them, “It’s hot as fuck.”
“Jesus Christ,” is the only thing Karen can manage to say.
Georgia refocuses her attention on Karen’s clit and smiles brightly at the sight of Karen’s eyes fluttering closed.
She asks knowingly, “Right there? Is that where you want me?”
An affirmative hum is all Karen can manage. Goddamn Georgia, anyway. It’s been years since someone has taken the time to learn her body so well. It feels too fucking good to say no.
“You’re sure I can’t eat you out right now?” Georgia asks. She always does this and it always sends Karen into a spiral.
Her eyes slide open, she finds Georgia’s gaze and holds it, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. She feels the orgasm building low in her belly. She grips Georgia’s wrist tighter and sucks in a breath.
“There we go,” Georgia says knowingly, recognizing the signs of Karen’s impending release. She can feel the muscles of Karen’s body becoming taut. It won’t be long now.
The finger on her clit flicks fast, hits a spot that causes an involuntary moan, and Karen’s knees go a little weak. Georgia presses into her, both of their bodies tense and trembling, sweat beading in the bends of their elbows and smalls of their backs.
“Are you close?” Georgia asks quietly. Her hand is getting tired and her arm is twisted at a weird angle, but she dares not stop.
Karen nods. “Yes. Yeah,” she breathes out.
Then there is the white-hot snap of release and she comes with a moan, her head falling forward onto Georgia’s shoulder, gasping into the fevered skin of her neck. Georgia keeps working her clit and Karen uses the hand on Georgia’s wrist to adjust the pressure, blissfully riding out her orgasm.
As she comes down, she tips her head back against the wall and looks at Georgia with gratitude.
“Thank you,” Karen says sincerely.
Georgia slips her hand out from between Karen’s legs and nods. “I wish you would let me–”
Karen stops her with a shake of her head. “Georgia, don’t–” She shifts her eyes to the ceiling in resignation and exasperation.
Georgia puts her hands up and takes a step back. “Okay, okay,” she concedes.
Karen takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, closing her eyes and counting to ten.
One, two, three.
She has to say no next time.
Four, five, six.
She knows it will be damn near impossible, but she has to.
i threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell » Karen/Grant. Karen gets jealous (kinda). She and Grant explore their relationship in a new way. (Unfortunately, this is unfinished and might forever remain so, but I got sick of sitting on it. So, here it is in all its WIP glory. ♥)
if you were church, i'd get on my knees » Karen/Grant. “It’ll never happen again because I’m an emotional lighthouse on the very tip of Maine and I’ll be there forever.” -Karen Kilgariff
This is old, but it's mine and I love it. I love them. ♥
