says it feels like heaven to him
Carter/Serena. 352 words. PG13.
Summary: Serena laughs at him, pressing her long fingers with their red nails against his lips, and she calls him a bad boy, says he wants to get caught.
Note: Orginally posted here.
Serena's white bikini has straps that crisscross her stomach and Carter makes a careful line of coke on the tan skin there, says there's nothing he likes better than getting high on her, and laughs. They're in Vegas this week and Carter feels obligated to fall off the wagon; he hasn't done coke since he got off it allegedly for good when he was nineteen but it looks so good on her, burns through him so perfectly. It was always his favorite.
Carter has spent this entire time acting like they're on the run from the law, and maybe they are. His is wired awake and unblinking, red-eyed like the only flights they catch, and his mouth tastes dry, so dry. Serena laughs at him, pressing her long fingers with their red nails against his lips, and she calls him a bad boy, says he wants to get caught.
"Only by you, beautiful," he says, making her laugh again as she turns away. Her hair has gotten so long that the ends brush her lower back when wet, this great mane of hair that she tosses in the harsh wind as they drive, drive, drive. Right now it lies heavy and damp over her shoulders and Carter thinks she looks like some kind of mermaid.
They're stopping in Vegas for the gambling and the drugs before they continue on into the desert in their beaten up off-white Mustang. It's Carter's pride and joy, that car, even though the top doesn't come up anymore and the damn thing's older than he is. He likes pulling it off to the side of the road and having Serena climb into his lap, likes that mane of hair around them and the sun behind her.
In Vegas she wears tiny cocktail dresses and cowboy boots; Carter goes all-denim. Someone thinks Serena's a hooker and Carter gets them thrown out of the casino due to the resulting fight. His lip is split open, red over his shirt and her hands. They kiss outside and it hurts fiercely, tastes like blood.
They win nothing, lose nothing. They drive.
Carter/Serena. 352 words. PG13.
Summary: Serena laughs at him, pressing her long fingers with their red nails against his lips, and she calls him a bad boy, says he wants to get caught.
Note: Orginally posted here.
Serena's white bikini has straps that crisscross her stomach and Carter makes a careful line of coke on the tan skin there, says there's nothing he likes better than getting high on her, and laughs. They're in Vegas this week and Carter feels obligated to fall off the wagon; he hasn't done coke since he got off it allegedly for good when he was nineteen but it looks so good on her, burns through him so perfectly. It was always his favorite.
Carter has spent this entire time acting like they're on the run from the law, and maybe they are. His is wired awake and unblinking, red-eyed like the only flights they catch, and his mouth tastes dry, so dry. Serena laughs at him, pressing her long fingers with their red nails against his lips, and she calls him a bad boy, says he wants to get caught.
"Only by you, beautiful," he says, making her laugh again as she turns away. Her hair has gotten so long that the ends brush her lower back when wet, this great mane of hair that she tosses in the harsh wind as they drive, drive, drive. Right now it lies heavy and damp over her shoulders and Carter thinks she looks like some kind of mermaid.
They're stopping in Vegas for the gambling and the drugs before they continue on into the desert in their beaten up off-white Mustang. It's Carter's pride and joy, that car, even though the top doesn't come up anymore and the damn thing's older than he is. He likes pulling it off to the side of the road and having Serena climb into his lap, likes that mane of hair around them and the sun behind her.
In Vegas she wears tiny cocktail dresses and cowboy boots; Carter goes all-denim. Someone thinks Serena's a hooker and Carter gets them thrown out of the casino due to the resulting fight. His lip is split open, red over his shirt and her hands. They kiss outside and it hurts fiercely, tastes like blood.
They win nothing, lose nothing. They drive.