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works/548833.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Pan-Fandom_Frottage_Fest, Frottage, Scissoring, Sleepovers, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-29 Words: 754
****** Keep It Down ******
by Gorgeous_Nerd_(gorgeousnerd)
Summary
     In which Lydia learns the real point of slumber parties.
Notes
     For the prompt "slumber party keeping quiet" on The_Pan-Fandom
     Frotting_Fest. (Also on DW and LJ.)
Allison's tickling the back of Lydia's knee with her foot. Lydia chokes on a
giggle, bats at her, and whispers, "Stop. Slumber party, remember?"
They're on the floor of Lydia's bedroom in a pile of pillows. Normally, she'd
prefer to set up cots or air mattresses, but Scott, Stiles, and Danny had all
passed out on Lydia's bed before they could help her pull them out. If the
choice is between lying on top of a bunch of zonked-out boys and sharing a
comfortable comforter with Allison, well. It doesn't take keen analytical
powers to pick the better scenario.
Also, Lydia just likes the way Allison smells. It's the mix of a fruity kind of
product and sweat; Allison isn't the type of girl to sit around all day.
"I thought the point of slumber parties," Allison says quietly, creeping her
leg up and up until she's brushing the edge of Lydia's short nightdress, "was
that you didn't actually sleep."
She has a point. Allison's lying with her head by Lydia's feet so they can see
each other comfortably while they talk. If they'd really wanted to sleep, going
back-to-back would have been a lot more conducive to that end.
Still, Lydia says, "Maybe you don't", and she chokes back another giggle as
Allison's toes draw a pattern on her bare thigh. She's breaking out in
goosebumps.
They both freeze as Stiles snorts loudly from the bed. Scott wriggles in place
before settling. Danny, at least, seems like he's out like a light.
"Quiet," Allison whispers, eyes wide and innocent. "You're sharing a room with
a werewolf. They can hear really, really well."
"It's your fault, not–"
Lydia breaks off with a broken gasp. That's Allison's foot brushing...well,
somewhere she doesn't usually have feet brushing. She goggles down at Allison,
who bats her eyelashes.
"What?" she asks. "You've never fooled around at a sleepover before?"
"Only...oh, only when that was the point."
Allison slips her foot around a couple more times before sliding her whole body
up a little. Lydia frowns until Allison taps her right leg; Lydia's lying on
her side.
"Up," Allison says.
Lydia giggles a little - from nerves, not because she's being tickled - and
lifts it. Allison slides between them, pushing her pussy firmly against
Lydia's. The only reason Lydia's squeak doesn't make it past the two of them is
because Allison covers Lydia's mouth with her hand.
"You don't want them to wake up, do you?"
After Lydia shakes her head hard enough to get her curls flopping, Allison
grins and slips the top of Lydia's nightgown down. She starts rubbing her
nipples as she moves her hips. Lydia bites on Allison's hands and arches up to
meet her movements.
It's probably for the best that they can't talk. She'd probably say something
embarrassing about the way Allison's hair looks in the darkness, about how she
wants to see her watching Lydia, about how amazing the slide of their wet
panties feels together. She wants Allison's deft fingers inside of her, she
wants her kneading her ass and eating her out, she wants...
But this is really good, actually. Almost better because they're skin-to-skin,
closer than they could really be in any other scenario, close enough that when
Allison moves her hand away from Lydia's mouth, it's really easy to kiss and
for Allison to swallow the little noises coming from Lydia's mouth. And vice
versa: the closer they get, the more Allison's sighs get drawn out. There's
also the little smacking noises their lips make, twice as loud in the quiet
room, louder than the breathing on the bed to Lydia's ears.
God, she never wants it to stop.
But inevitably, it does. Allison comes first, jerking a couple of times and
really slamming against Lydia. Lydia clings, and then, when Allison's done,
squeezes her eyes and mouth shut and really works herself. Her hips are
thumping against the pillow and the floor, and she's huffing moaning breaths,
but Allison's return movements are nearly as loud.
Lydia arches back, lets go, and floats away for a minute.
When she floats back, Allison's laid them both down. But instead of going back
to back or lying opposite, Allison's breasts are pressing into Lydia's back,
and she has an arm slung around her stomach, keeping her close.
As Lydia hums contentedly and burrows against her pillow, eyelids heavy, she
counts three separate snores from the bed. Best show on Earth, and they were
out the entire time.
Their loss.
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