"Quiet...you!" George snapped. She glared at...herself. Or Jack, maybe. Jack in her body! Logically it would be Jack, anyway, since she was in his. But logic clearly had fuck all to do with what was going on now.
"No need to panic--" Jack said. Yeah, it had to be Jack. He'd said he'd had compliments on his...equipment.
"Panic?" George demanded. "I'm not panicked--I'm pissed off!"
She kicked off the bedclothes and got to her knees on the mattress, glaring at Jack. "First we all lose our memories. Now this! Every time I sleep with you guys, something weird happens! Every. Fucking. Time. I..."
"Fuck?" Jack guessed. "Or at least fuck the three of us? Quite a coincidence I admit, but I'm pretty sure it's just a coincidence. In my experience, foursomes don't generally result in--"
Jack stopped talking as George covered her face with one hand. One big hand. Just for a moment George wished she would wake up and find that this was just some bizarre dream. But it wasn't.
George dropped her hand. "How can you be so calm about this?"
Jack shrugged. "Getting worked up over it doesn't help," he said simply.
"But what if it's permanent?"
"Then there's nothing we can do."
That was a showstopper. George wanted to argue, but--he was right. She was right, really, if it turned out to be something they couldn't change. (I'm not ready to be a man!)
As if he knew what George was thinking, Jack said, "But we don't know that, so let's not worry ourselves into a state over it. We can try to fix it later. But right now we have a unique opportunity."
That crooked smile did not look right on her face. It looked like Jack. So did the way Jack/George rose to her knees and leaned toward George. And ditto for the way her hands reached out caress and tease.
"But--" George said. Jack silenced her with a kiss. One hand slid around George's waist. The other took a gentle but unmistakable grip on...him. George could feel it. George could feel herself...himself responding.
George broke the kiss and leaned back, looking down. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this before, or touched it, or tasted it, or experienced great pleasure from it. But never...like this. George shivered as Jack fondled her erection.
George's hands fluttered in mid-air, fingers writhing. She didn't know what she should do, or if she should do anything. She stared down, feeling herself grow larger and hander.
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[George] That's just not right!
Date: 2007-05-23 04:41 am (UTC)"No need to panic--" Jack said. Yeah, it had to be Jack. He'd said he'd had compliments on his...equipment.
"Panic?" George demanded. "I'm not panicked--I'm pissed off!"
She kicked off the bedclothes and got to her knees on the mattress, glaring at Jack. "First we all lose our memories. Now this! Every time I sleep with you guys, something weird happens! Every. Fucking. Time. I..."
"Fuck?" Jack guessed. "Or at least fuck the three of us? Quite a coincidence I admit, but I'm pretty sure it's just a coincidence. In my experience, foursomes don't generally result in--"
Jack stopped talking as George covered her face with one hand. One big hand. Just for a moment George wished she would wake up and find that this was just some bizarre dream. But it wasn't.
George dropped her hand. "How can you be so calm about this?"
Jack shrugged. "Getting worked up over it doesn't help," he said simply.
"But what if it's permanent?"
"Then there's nothing we can do."
That was a showstopper. George wanted to argue, but--he was right. She was right, really, if it turned out to be something they couldn't change. (I'm not ready to be a man!)
As if he knew what George was thinking, Jack said, "But we don't know that, so let's not worry ourselves into a state over it. We can try to fix it later. But right now we have a unique opportunity."
That crooked smile did not look right on her face. It looked like Jack. So did the way Jack/George rose to her knees and leaned toward George. And ditto for the way her hands reached out caress and tease.
"But--" George said. Jack silenced her with a kiss. One hand slid around George's waist. The other took a gentle but unmistakable grip on...him. George could feel it. George could feel herself...himself responding.
George broke the kiss and leaned back, looking down. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this before, or touched it, or tasted it, or experienced great pleasure from it. But never...like this. George shivered as Jack fondled her erection.
George's hands fluttered in mid-air, fingers writhing. She didn't know what she should do, or if she should do anything. She stared down, feeling herself grow larger and hander.
"Oh, that's not right!"