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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Ghostbusters_(2016)
  Relationship:
      Jillian_Holtzmann/Reader
  Character:
      Jillian_Holtzmann, You
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content, Lab_Partners, Teenagers
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-17 Words: 2599
****** Cliff's Edge ******
by holtzingyou
Summary
     Songfic: Teen AU where your first love is your lab partner: Jillian
     Holtzmann. Somehow a study session turns into her taking your hand
     and demanding adventure. Your destination: Cliff’s Edge.
Notes
     Inspired by the song 'Cliff's Edge', by Hayley Kiyoko.
     Alternative title: From Science to Sex Real Quick.
When Holtzmann dances, it’s all in her hips. You sit - stiff but amused - on
the edge of your bed, watching her celebratory body rolls. You love that her
joy is always so exuberant. At the bemused and impressed look on your physics
teacher’s face today, she’d gleefully kicked a chair clear across the
classroom. Science project title: Scientific Illusions. Holtz’s idea: ‘can hot
water freeze faster than cold water?’ Grade: A*. Your personal understanding of
the sorcery Holtz pulled: 0%.
What you do understand is that all Holtzmann’s hard work resulted in an A* on
your record, so when she grabs your hands and pulls you up to dance with her,
you can’t refuse. You let her lead you in some form of Holtz-ified waltz, your
music being your classmate singing a song whose lyrics were limited to ‘I’m a
genius’, for longer than you should, before reverting back to being the voice
of reason.
“We still have to study, Holtzmann.”
Your words do not put a stopper on her dancing. “For what?”
“For the test tomorrow!” You squeal, digging around in your desk draw for your
physics textbook.
“Pfffft.” She waves a dismissive hand in front of her face. “Studying is for
boys and babies.”
“Holtzmann!”
“Finish the sentence: Every action has an equal and…” She gestures towards you
dramatically, her lips curving into an open, anticipatory smile.
“…opposite reaction.”
“Ding ding ding!We have a winner! Congratulations, you are officially a
scientist! Ma’am, how does it feel to have earned a PhD in Newton’s Third Law?”
She holds out an invisible microphone to you.
“Not that great, considering that’s not even what the test is about.”
She grabs your face with both hands, and touches her forehead to yours.
“Studying. Is. For. Boys. And. Babies. Let’s go out.”
“Newton’s Third Law is for boys and babies.” You mutter as she grabs your hands
again, chuckling, and pulls you out of your bedroom, down the stairs, out the
front door, and into her car.
And now she’s driving, her fingerless gloves pressed against the steering
wheel, her curls bouncing with every bump and pothole in the road. Evening
paints the horizon pink and gold, and those colours are the perfect combination
to give her skin an ethereal glow. A seed was planted when you had been
introduced to Holtzmann and all her brilliance after being assigned as her lab
partner. In this moment, simple as it is, that seed blossoms into something you
can no longer control: a painfully desperate crush. We’re talking ‘holy shit,
do me now’proportions of desperate. If it isn’t her insane intelligence turning
you on, it’s definitely the exposed dip in her waist where her crop top ends
and her dungarees don’t yet begin.
She’s humming along to the radio, head bobbing. You have no idea where she’s
taking you, but you know exactly where you want to go. Speaking in terms of
bases, of course. You wonder what she’d make of your feelings. A majority of
the conversations the two of you’d had were about science. She’d given away
snippets of personal information, but for all her extroverted antics she seemed
at heart a private person. She was, however, very flirty, and you hadn’t yet
worked out if she was like that with everyone, or if she gave you a little
extra.
“Holtzmann.” You say, barely realising you’ve even said it, and struggling to
gather your thoughts into a coherent and non-creepy sentence.
“The Earth orbits the sun in a circular path.”
“False.”
“You little genius, you.” She smirks, her eyes never once leaving the road.
“You’re questions are too easy, I’m gonna fail.” You frown, momentarily side-
tracked from your previous train of thought.
“A diode only allows current to flow one way in a circuit. Due to the
sensitivity of a diode it must be protected by a resistor and so current stays
constant until about +0.7V, where current flow increases rapidly. However, if
the voltage is reversed and is raised to a high enough value, current will flow
in the opposite direction. What is this value known as?”
“What?”
“PhD revoked. Hoo boy, you aregonna fail that test tomorrow.”
“Holtzmann!”
She grins as she glances at you, no doubt preparing for another quick remark,
but you must look flustered, or have some trace of desire still on your face
because her jaw, ever so subtly, goes slack, and her eyes don’t go back to the
road.
“You good?” She asks you, voice hoarse, and you have to suppress a bubble of
laughter because judging by the way she shifts in her seat you ought to ask her
the same.
You’re hit with a wave of boldness, so instead of answering her you pry her
white-knuckled grip from the wheel and lace your fingers together. She swallows
and looks back to the road in time to notice she’s run a red light. You don’t
give her time to think about that before you pull her hand between your legs.
You’re wearing shorts, and the skin of her fingers feels like electric against
your thighs.
She takes a sharp turn onto a backroad, and you swear she’s stepped on the
peddle because your heart rate and the speed of the car seem to be increasing
at the same rate. She’s untangled her fingers from yours and is palming you
through your denim, but the way she’s biting her lip is preventing her from
saying anything. You physically can’tsay anything because there’s sweat pooling
at the back of your knees, and something else pooling in your panties.
She pulls over, hard, and the warmth of her hand at your core is gone. She
slams the door upon exiting her car. You worry for a moment, but then she’s
there, opening the passenger side for you and helping you out. She squeezes
your waist, and as she takes a moment to rest her head on the back of your
shoulder, audibly groaning, you take in your surroundings and recognise the
trees flanking the road as a pathway to the local lake.
“Holtzmann, where… why…” You let that sorry excuse for a sentence trail off as
she slips her fingers under the hem of your shirt.
“Y/N.” She sighs, and then she turns you and pushes you against the car until
you have no choice but to hop up onto the bonnet. She stands between your legs
and rests one hand behind you, and the other goes straight beneath your
underwear. She locks eyes with you as her fingers tease your entrance and her
thumb brushes your clit, and she’s fucking smirking as if she has you right
where she wants you – right where she’s wanted you all along.
You can’t deal with that look on her face right now, so you wrap your arms
around her neck, and she wastes no time pressing kisses to yours. Through
hooded eyes you note that the horizon is burning red as the sun dips ever
lower. Holtzmann’s teeth graze your ear, and your hips buck against her hand,
willing her to touch you harder and faster, but too nervous to ask for it. Her
fingers have curled inside you, her thumb still pressing your nub, and you feel
that it’s all too soon when you tense, and gasp, and feel, for the first time
in your life, the release of orgasm. The red of the sky stays when you close
your eyes, and Holtzmann is laughing.
“Too easy, babe.” She pats your knee, and kisses the tip of your nose, and when
you open your eyes, you see that she’s stepped away from you to do a series of
victorious fist-pumps. “Come on, baby, that was merely the aperitif.” She’s
beckoning for you to follow her as she heads towards the trees. You step down
from the bonnet on shaky legs, and reach for her outstretched hand.
“How long?” She asks, as the two of you match stride in the forest.
“Huh?” You’re a million miles away, still lost in the explosion of stars that
was your first orgasm.
“How long have you…” she gives you a mischievous smile that brings you back to
Earth, and grinds her hips, “…wanted my bod-ay.” She enunciates, and you have
to suppress the girliest giggle your body has ever produced at her comical
tone.
“I…” You shrug and go shy. “I don’t know. I think you’re… cool.”
“You let everyone you think is cool touch you like that?”
You blush. “Just you. ‘Cause I also think you’re hot – no – beautiful, and
funny, and really, really smart, and… just… super interesting…” You look at
her, hoping she’s not freaked out by your declaration. She’s looking down at
her feet, and not smiling anymore, but her grip on your hand has tightened.
You’re struck with a jolt of anger that makes you want to knock out anyone and
everyone who has ever made her feel less than, because it’s clear now from the
nervous set of her jaw (that’s prodding her dimples into place) that she is a
private person because she’s insecure. Just when you form the gall to say
something heartfelt, and inspirational, her amused smirk snaps back into place.
“Sounds like you’ve been falling in love with me for quite some time now then,
huh?” She winks.
“Holtz-!” You’re cut off as she pulls you close for a kiss. It’s deep, and her
body is pressed to yours from chest to pelvis. She’s kissing you as if she’s
willing the two of you to merge into a single person. You’re kissing her back
as if the science test tomorrow is going to be about her anatomy. Just when you
decide your sole purpose in life is to kiss Jillian Holtzmann, and that you
don’t wanna spend any time doing anything other than that, she pulls away. The
air seems grey, and it might be because the sun has finally gone down, but you
think it’s because you and Holtzmann aren’t touching anymore.
You follow her until there’s a small break in the trees, the width of which
only allowing single file. The path leads to a setting straight out of a movie:
an alcove of trees, decorated with boulders and rocks that lead to the edge of
the lake. She sits, and, dazzled, you sit next to her. When she tucks your hair
behind your ear the colour comes back; the water is so dark it’s almost black,
but it shimmers as a gentle breeze forms tiny waves, and the deep blue night
yields a fat yellow moon.
You shift onto your knees to kiss her again, with just as much ferocity as the
last time. Your knee scrapes against something rough, perhaps an exposed tree
root, and though it hurts, and you think it might be bleeding, nothing could
make you want to pull away from her. She’s taken her gloves off, to better feel
you, you hope, and her hands are in your hair.
“Do you want me to-”
“Yes.” You breathe, not waiting for the end of the question because whatever
she wants to do to you, you want her to do to you.
Her hands slide down to you shorts and she undoes the button, and slowly –
tantalisingly slow – loosens your zipper. You wiggle your hips to help her
remove the garment. The motion makes you fall back. You both laugh, and you
take the opportunity to lay yourself down. Once your shorts are gone, she
hovers over you, her hips pressing into yours. You want her to kiss you again,
but she hooks an arm behind your back, lifting you enough to tug your top over
your head. Then, she stops, taking in the sight of you, sighing in appraisal as
her eyes raise goosebumps wherever they look. You reach for her hips, and she
grabs both your wrists.
“You’re new to this, aren’t you?” She says, in a way that suggests she’s not.
The thought only turns you on more. As you nod, you hook a leg around her
torso, trying to gain enough purchase to pull her too you. She lets go of your
wrists to slide her hands down your thighs. “Well then, allow me, madam.”
Her lips graze yours, fleetingly, before she trails kisses along your jaw, nips
at your earlobe, bites your neck, and then soothes the pain with her tongue.
She kisses your shoulder, your collar bone, the dip between your breasts, and
then she’s kissing a uniform line from the bottom of your bra to the top of
your panties. She hooks her fingers in your underwear, then pauses to look at
you for approval. You nod, already breathing heavily and aching for her. She
removes them, taking her time sliding them off your legs – which are shaking
again. She notes this, and pauses again.
“Are you nervous?” She asks, eyebrows quirked. You nod, and her hand goes to
your navel, strokes downwards. “Don’t be.” She whispers. “It’s only me.”
You want to grab her then, and scream at her that the only ‘only’ she could
ever be described with is ‘theonly one you want to touch you like this’.You do
grab her, fingernails digging welts into her shoulders, because her teeth are
pinching your thigh. And then her mouth is on you, and her tongue strokes
tantalising delineations between your legs, and her hands are smoothing over
every inch of you she can reach. You impulsively tug at her hair, because it’s
nothing like you’ve ever felt before, and she hums in appreciation.
She slides her arms underneath you to rest your legs on her shoulders, allowing
for a deeper and more extensive reach. Your feel helpless, your back gathering
dry earth, your hair tangling with broken twigs, and your eyes searching the
inky leaves that quiver above you. You’re lost in sensations – Holtzmann’s
tongue, her lips and her fingers, the weight of her arms over you, her curls
tickling your inner thighs, and it feels as though the night breeze is
caressing your skin as lovingly as she is. You imagine yourself replaying this
setup in your mind for many nights to come – many yearseven, because you can’t
imagine this moment ever leaving you. Though helpless, and unable to move aside
from the occasional twitch and squirm of your hips, you also feel safe, because
it’s Holtzmann, and she’s got you, and holy shit you’re on the edge, and holy
fucking shitthis climax is even better than the last one; your toes curl, and
your fists clench, and you really do see stars this time. You think you
might’ve whined her name, but you’re not sure until you see the look of pure
satisfaction on her face.
“Was the main course to your liking, madam?” Her grin is truly shit-eating.
“I don’t know, Holtz, ‘cause you did all the eating.”
She throws her head back to laugh, and it’s hearty, and you all but melt
because she looks gorgeous silhouetted by the moonlight. You sit up, reach for
her, and she meets you half away. She rests her forehead against yours, this
time touching her nose to yours.
“I, uh,” she sighs “I really like you. Quite… quite a fair amount.”
“I like you quite a fair amount too, Holtzmann.” You tell her.
“Do you wanna be… more than lab partners? By any chance?”
You really can’t help but kiss her, quick and gentle.
“Holtz. I’m yours.”
"Mine.” She repeats, and squeezes the breath out of you.
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