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six foot of bad behavior
Title: six foot of bad behavior
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): FemKcalb, Kcalb, GuyEtihw, Etihw
Pairing(s): Kcalb/FemKcalb, Etihw/Kcalb
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,690
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Tall, dark, and handsome. And also, her.
Notes: For the prompt "mirrors/doubles".
If Kcalb had to describe her ideal partner, she would probably say something like, “Someone tall and handsome. Reserved, but someone whose feelings you can read easily if you know them. That kind of person is just my type.”
That none of that describes Etihw, except arguably ‘handsome’ (Kcalb maintains that he might approach handsome if he didn’t dress as sloppily as he does) hasn’t escaped her notice. With Etihw, it’s not a matter of types, but of fate drawing two people together and permanently intertwining their lives. Etihw is her partner, as annoying as he is, and what Kcalb likes in general is less relevant.
That is, until she sees the Kcalb from another world.
The Etihws are chatting amiably, comparing notes about their worlds and the respective ways they tease their Kcalbs, and the other Kcalb is trying to ignore them and clearly failing, with the way he gets redder every time his Etihw says something.
He’s also looking her over, though like her he can’t meet her eyes directly. She looks him over too; he’s surprisingly thin, and tall enough that she has to crane her neck a little to look to the top of his horns. Tall, dark, and handsome. And also, her.
She buries her face in her hands. Next to her, she hears her Etihw say, “Aww, Kcalb, I didn’t mean anything by it-”
“I wasn’t listening,” she says, lifting her face and trying to will down the flush on her cheeks. It doesn’t work. “Can we talk for a second? Privately?”
Her Etihw looks to the other Etihw, who smiles wickedly and says, “Have as much private time as you want, I don’t mind.”
That doesn’t at all help her blushing as she grabs Etihw and drags him by the arm to the nearest hallway. “Eti,” she says, voice low, “this is terrible.”
He shrugs. “I know it’s a little weird, but ‘terrible’ is a strong word. They might be different from us but they’re still us, so they can’t be bad.”
“That’s not the problem,” she says. “Kcalb is just my type.”
“Oh. Oh!” Etihw grins. “That’s fine with me. You go have fun, now.”
“...you’re going to be watching, aren’t you, pervert.”
“You’re accusing me of things I haven’t actually admitted to yet,” he says, and doesn’t even flinch when Kcalb smacks him on the arm and stomps back toward the other two.
When she reaches Etihw and the other Kcalb, they look like they’ve just finished a conversation. Etihw smiles a sly smile she’s come to recognize on her own Etihw. “Just you, Kcalb? I’m sure the other me will be bored without someone to talk to. Keep her entertained for a while, won’t you, old man?”
“...Not old,” Kcalb complains weakly as his Etihw floats off past his other self and leaves them the only two in the room.
“...So, um.” Kcalb wrings her hands, trying to think of how to reduce the awkwardness. “What were you talking about?”
“Nothing,” he says, too quickly. “What were you talking about?”
“Nothing!” she says, too loudly.
The awkward silence reemerges.
She clears her throat first. “Kcalb… Can I ask you a stupid question?”
Not quite looking at her, he nods.
“What kind of person is your type?”
His face turns bright red. “...Someone smaller than me. Cute, and not as quiet as I am. Long hair is nice...”
She stares at the ground and runs a hair through her long hair self-consciously. “...My type is someone like you.”
Another long pause follows where all she can hear is the sound of her heartbeat in her ears and ‘stupid, stupid, stupid’ in her head.
Finally, he says, “...Can I kiss you?”
Her head snaps up at once and she meets his gaze for one moment before both of them look away. “That, that’d be nice,” she mumbles.
Rather than bend down to her level, Kcalb scoops her up in his arms. She wraps her arms around the back of his shoulders to steady herself, and leans in when he does.
She wonders distantly if her lips feel like this. Her other self is nervous at first, and so is she, but seconds pass and they neither cause a paradox nor bring down the wrath of God upon their heads, and so they continue with deeper kisses.
She’s lucky that he’s carrying her, because her legs are starting to tremble already. He’s steadier than her, not even beginning to buckle while she parts her mouth for him. He’s not a dominant person, but he’s at least more dominant than her.
When he pulls away from her to let them both catch her breath, she says, “If you’re getting tired of standing, my… I mean, my casket’s not good for sitting, but....”
She watches his face turn a brighter shade of red at the implication, but eventually he nods. He carries her to her room and deposits her, gently, on top of her casket. This time he kneels on the floor to get to her level.
“Sorry,” she says. She wishes she had a bed for this, but she isn’t nearly desperate enough to use Etihw’s room.
“It’s fine,” he says. “You’re beautiful.”
Kcalb wonders if he says that about the parts of her that are different from him: the longer hair, the more delicate features. She knows even the parts of them that are the same, the eyes, the pale skin, seem to suit him more, at least to her eyes.
“You’re the handsome one,” she says, and kisses him again before he can deny it.
Her body starts to heat up long before he slips her cape off. She does the same to his, and while undressing each other in tandem is difficult, it feels less embarrassing and more fair to her if they’re equally undressed. Appreciating his bare chest has only a little to do with it.
She covers her chest when her bra comes off. She’s stopped being self-conscious about her breasts with Etihw, who appreciates any size a little too much, but with someone new her nervousness is back. “I know they’re not…”
“They’re fine,” he says, putting a gentle hand on her arm. “They suit you.”
Kcalb doesn’t know what that means, exactly, but it gets her to uncover her chest. His hands on her make her whimper and gasp, and she notices with little surprise that she’s louder than him here, too.
Getting his pants off is less weird than she would have thought. Kcalb is her, but he looks and acts just different enough that what she finds, and gently wraps her hands around, after she pulls down underwear isn’t as strange to her. He’s her, but he’s also his own person.
This is way too philosophical for her to be getting while giving a handjob.
She chooses instead to focus on other things. He covers his mouth with one hand to hide his expression, like she does. She knows she rocks gently into Etihw’s touch like he’s rocking into hers now, not quite willing to demand pleasure but not able to resist it either.
She rubs her thighs together as she strokes him. Her own arousal needs to be taken care of, but she’s not willing to ask; luckily, he seems to notice, and holds her hand in place.
“Let me,” he says. Then, a bit more hesitantly, “...the wall?”
That’s not something she does often with Etihw. She finds herself nodding with more enthusiasm than she intended.
He picks her up again. Her back is pressed against the wall, her legs tight around him, her skirt hitched up and underwear pulled aside. He lines himself up against her, and very slowly pushes.
The size difference is obvious at once. All of him is big, in comparison to her. She gasps, shuts her eyes tight and wills herself to relax. He pauses at every inch, letting her get used to him.
It’s considerate of him. It’s also not quite what she wants right now. “I’m fine,” she says, taking in a deep breath. “Go.” He looks at her in surprise and she says, “I’m you. I can take whatever you give me.”
He smiles just a bit, pulls back some, and thrusts in, more quickly this time. A loud cry of “yes,” leaves her lips, and he repeats the motion. And again, and again, and again.
Etihw is never at all rough with her. She thinks they’ve forgotten exactly how tough she really is. Kcalb knows better than anyone how strong she can be, when she wants to be.
Being pinned like this, every hard thrust pressing her hard against the wall and rubbing deliciously inside her, makes her delirious with pleasure. Her moans are loud and constant; her own name drops off her tongue and she doesn’t have the presence of mind to consider it strange.
His voice is soft, but she picks up on the occasional groan or murmur of her name, and it makes her tighten her legs around him, trying to take him in deeper and harder. His pace increases when he notices.
One of her hands is holding onto him for stability. The other goes to rub at her clit, sending further shocks of pleasure throughout her body. She doesn’t know what she’s saying any longer: it could be their name, it could be “yes, yes, more, please,” or it could be anything,
Her climax hits her hard, and as she tightens around him she’s only barely aware of him groaning and spilling inside her. Once the aftershocks have passed through them both, he sets her down again and sits on the casket with her, breathing heavily.
Kcalb leans against her other self for support. “...That was… nice.”
He nods.
“We should do that again. Later.”
Another nod.
(Later, her Etihw will pout and say, “Why can’t you be that honest about what you want with me?”
“Because he’s not as annoying as you,” she’ll say, “did you really have to watch?”
“The other me and I watched together,” he’ll say. “It’s not just me who’s the pervert.”)
Fandom: The Gray Garden
Character(s): FemKcalb, Kcalb, GuyEtihw, Etihw
Pairing(s): Kcalb/FemKcalb, Etihw/Kcalb
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,690
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Tall, dark, and handsome. And also, her.
Notes: For the prompt "mirrors/doubles".
If Kcalb had to describe her ideal partner, she would probably say something like, “Someone tall and handsome. Reserved, but someone whose feelings you can read easily if you know them. That kind of person is just my type.”
That none of that describes Etihw, except arguably ‘handsome’ (Kcalb maintains that he might approach handsome if he didn’t dress as sloppily as he does) hasn’t escaped her notice. With Etihw, it’s not a matter of types, but of fate drawing two people together and permanently intertwining their lives. Etihw is her partner, as annoying as he is, and what Kcalb likes in general is less relevant.
That is, until she sees the Kcalb from another world.
The Etihws are chatting amiably, comparing notes about their worlds and the respective ways they tease their Kcalbs, and the other Kcalb is trying to ignore them and clearly failing, with the way he gets redder every time his Etihw says something.
He’s also looking her over, though like her he can’t meet her eyes directly. She looks him over too; he’s surprisingly thin, and tall enough that she has to crane her neck a little to look to the top of his horns. Tall, dark, and handsome. And also, her.
She buries her face in her hands. Next to her, she hears her Etihw say, “Aww, Kcalb, I didn’t mean anything by it-”
“I wasn’t listening,” she says, lifting her face and trying to will down the flush on her cheeks. It doesn’t work. “Can we talk for a second? Privately?”
Her Etihw looks to the other Etihw, who smiles wickedly and says, “Have as much private time as you want, I don’t mind.”
That doesn’t at all help her blushing as she grabs Etihw and drags him by the arm to the nearest hallway. “Eti,” she says, voice low, “this is terrible.”
He shrugs. “I know it’s a little weird, but ‘terrible’ is a strong word. They might be different from us but they’re still us, so they can’t be bad.”
“That’s not the problem,” she says. “Kcalb is just my type.”
“Oh. Oh!” Etihw grins. “That’s fine with me. You go have fun, now.”
“...you’re going to be watching, aren’t you, pervert.”
“You’re accusing me of things I haven’t actually admitted to yet,” he says, and doesn’t even flinch when Kcalb smacks him on the arm and stomps back toward the other two.
When she reaches Etihw and the other Kcalb, they look like they’ve just finished a conversation. Etihw smiles a sly smile she’s come to recognize on her own Etihw. “Just you, Kcalb? I’m sure the other me will be bored without someone to talk to. Keep her entertained for a while, won’t you, old man?”
“...Not old,” Kcalb complains weakly as his Etihw floats off past his other self and leaves them the only two in the room.
“...So, um.” Kcalb wrings her hands, trying to think of how to reduce the awkwardness. “What were you talking about?”
“Nothing,” he says, too quickly. “What were you talking about?”
“Nothing!” she says, too loudly.
The awkward silence reemerges.
She clears her throat first. “Kcalb… Can I ask you a stupid question?”
Not quite looking at her, he nods.
“What kind of person is your type?”
His face turns bright red. “...Someone smaller than me. Cute, and not as quiet as I am. Long hair is nice...”
She stares at the ground and runs a hair through her long hair self-consciously. “...My type is someone like you.”
Another long pause follows where all she can hear is the sound of her heartbeat in her ears and ‘stupid, stupid, stupid’ in her head.
Finally, he says, “...Can I kiss you?”
Her head snaps up at once and she meets his gaze for one moment before both of them look away. “That, that’d be nice,” she mumbles.
Rather than bend down to her level, Kcalb scoops her up in his arms. She wraps her arms around the back of his shoulders to steady herself, and leans in when he does.
She wonders distantly if her lips feel like this. Her other self is nervous at first, and so is she, but seconds pass and they neither cause a paradox nor bring down the wrath of God upon their heads, and so they continue with deeper kisses.
She’s lucky that he’s carrying her, because her legs are starting to tremble already. He’s steadier than her, not even beginning to buckle while she parts her mouth for him. He’s not a dominant person, but he’s at least more dominant than her.
When he pulls away from her to let them both catch her breath, she says, “If you’re getting tired of standing, my… I mean, my casket’s not good for sitting, but....”
She watches his face turn a brighter shade of red at the implication, but eventually he nods. He carries her to her room and deposits her, gently, on top of her casket. This time he kneels on the floor to get to her level.
“Sorry,” she says. She wishes she had a bed for this, but she isn’t nearly desperate enough to use Etihw’s room.
“It’s fine,” he says. “You’re beautiful.”
Kcalb wonders if he says that about the parts of her that are different from him: the longer hair, the more delicate features. She knows even the parts of them that are the same, the eyes, the pale skin, seem to suit him more, at least to her eyes.
“You’re the handsome one,” she says, and kisses him again before he can deny it.
Her body starts to heat up long before he slips her cape off. She does the same to his, and while undressing each other in tandem is difficult, it feels less embarrassing and more fair to her if they’re equally undressed. Appreciating his bare chest has only a little to do with it.
She covers her chest when her bra comes off. She’s stopped being self-conscious about her breasts with Etihw, who appreciates any size a little too much, but with someone new her nervousness is back. “I know they’re not…”
“They’re fine,” he says, putting a gentle hand on her arm. “They suit you.”
Kcalb doesn’t know what that means, exactly, but it gets her to uncover her chest. His hands on her make her whimper and gasp, and she notices with little surprise that she’s louder than him here, too.
Getting his pants off is less weird than she would have thought. Kcalb is her, but he looks and acts just different enough that what she finds, and gently wraps her hands around, after she pulls down underwear isn’t as strange to her. He’s her, but he’s also his own person.
This is way too philosophical for her to be getting while giving a handjob.
She chooses instead to focus on other things. He covers his mouth with one hand to hide his expression, like she does. She knows she rocks gently into Etihw’s touch like he’s rocking into hers now, not quite willing to demand pleasure but not able to resist it either.
She rubs her thighs together as she strokes him. Her own arousal needs to be taken care of, but she’s not willing to ask; luckily, he seems to notice, and holds her hand in place.
“Let me,” he says. Then, a bit more hesitantly, “...the wall?”
That’s not something she does often with Etihw. She finds herself nodding with more enthusiasm than she intended.
He picks her up again. Her back is pressed against the wall, her legs tight around him, her skirt hitched up and underwear pulled aside. He lines himself up against her, and very slowly pushes.
The size difference is obvious at once. All of him is big, in comparison to her. She gasps, shuts her eyes tight and wills herself to relax. He pauses at every inch, letting her get used to him.
It’s considerate of him. It’s also not quite what she wants right now. “I’m fine,” she says, taking in a deep breath. “Go.” He looks at her in surprise and she says, “I’m you. I can take whatever you give me.”
He smiles just a bit, pulls back some, and thrusts in, more quickly this time. A loud cry of “yes,” leaves her lips, and he repeats the motion. And again, and again, and again.
Etihw is never at all rough with her. She thinks they’ve forgotten exactly how tough she really is. Kcalb knows better than anyone how strong she can be, when she wants to be.
Being pinned like this, every hard thrust pressing her hard against the wall and rubbing deliciously inside her, makes her delirious with pleasure. Her moans are loud and constant; her own name drops off her tongue and she doesn’t have the presence of mind to consider it strange.
His voice is soft, but she picks up on the occasional groan or murmur of her name, and it makes her tighten her legs around him, trying to take him in deeper and harder. His pace increases when he notices.
One of her hands is holding onto him for stability. The other goes to rub at her clit, sending further shocks of pleasure throughout her body. She doesn’t know what she’s saying any longer: it could be their name, it could be “yes, yes, more, please,” or it could be anything,
Her climax hits her hard, and as she tightens around him she’s only barely aware of him groaning and spilling inside her. Once the aftershocks have passed through them both, he sets her down again and sits on the casket with her, breathing heavily.
Kcalb leans against her other self for support. “...That was… nice.”
He nods.
“We should do that again. Later.”
Another nod.
(Later, her Etihw will pout and say, “Why can’t you be that honest about what you want with me?”
“Because he’s not as annoying as you,” she’ll say, “did you really have to watch?”
“The other me and I watched together,” he’ll say. “It’s not just me who’s the pervert.”)