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Getting Nailed
Title: Getting Nailed
Prompt: Nail(s)
Length: Short oneshot - 1684 characters
Warnings - Humor, F/F, NoSex
Fandom - Original
Pairing - Margo/Melody
Rain was as common to Washington dwellers as the sun was to Californians. Margo had lived her whole life within the ’Evergreen State’ so she knew how to put up with a gloomy day. However, the brunette she was currently stuck in a hotel with was not coping well.
“How can you just lay there and- and- do nothing!” Margo lazily turned her gaze towards the other female and admired her pretty skin tone, the way she played with her hair when she rambled. She realized belatedly that Melody was still talking and had taken to pacing the room.
“Babe,” Melody stopped short, her medusa green eyes snapping in Margo’s direction, awaiting her words with a child-like attentiveness, “Chill out.” Pushing herself up into a sitting position on the king sized bed, Margo crossed her legs Indian style and ignored the indignant noise Melody made.
“How can you stand being cooped up in here? We’re in Seattle!! Not in the middle of nowhere, but a street corner away from a dozen things to do on a rainy day!” Melody came from money. As an only child to a successful business man with deep pockets and no backbone when it came to the women in his life, Melody had to merely ask to receive.
Margo was completely different. An orphan who had been taken in by a old man who didn’t have much to his name, but an infinitely kind heart. She’d grown up surrounded by the Pack, who had all dealt with her prickliness and accepted her for herself. A rainy day meant catching up on chores or reading a good book. Not movie theaters, shopping sprees, and spa treatments.
“If you’re that antsy, we can go to the pool.” Margo tried to ignore the puppy-dog look her girlfriend sent her, glancing into her lap and picking at her jeans with false interest. Melody’s hands came into view as they took hold of hers, “Please can we go out? I promise to be on my best behav- Wow, your cuticles are awful. Oh! That’s it!”
Margo dropped her hands back into her lap and watched suspiciously as Melody spun in a circle with a giggle. What devious girly rich-girl activity did she have in mind? “Why didn’t I think of it sooner? Let’s go get a mani!” Dear Lord. “I know this great place-” No Way. “-I always get the-” Nails. “-Stephy says that-” She wanted to get their nails done.
“Hold it, Mel. We‘re not going to a Nail Salon.” Melody’s lips formed into a practiced pout so good she could have won awards with it. But Margo was not pushover ’Daddy’ nor the type to be led around by the dick, figuratively. “Come on, M! Please, I’ll do anything!” At that, the wheels in Margo’s head began turning. This was one of those perfect opportunities to trade off on something she wanted, that the brunette would usually refuse in turn.
Silence filled the room, which usually only happened when Mel was too lazy from sex to make noise, or when the emerald eyed girl was asleep. White teeth attacked her lower lip, which Margo knew to mean she was struggling to not speak. The blonde let her eyes travel over her lover’s slender form, and a bit past breast-level an idea hit her.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, M beckoned to Mel to step in between her legs, “What is it?” Without speaking, Margo used her fingers to push up the flimsy tank top covering her target and pressed her palms against the smooth skin of Melody’s stomach. She beamed up at her girlfriend and said in the naughtiest voice she could,
“I’ll get nailed, if you do.”
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Two blocks away, Top Notch Nails and Emerald City Ink stood side-by-side, just as Margo and Melody did beneath their umbrella. “So what’s the deal?” Mel sounded hesitant, but the straight set to her shoulders said she meant business. Margo pointed to the salon first,
“I’ll go in there and get an abominable manicure, if” and here she paused, moving her arm so that her finger now pointed to the parlor, “you go in there and get your belly button pierced.” Margo had never been overly obsessed with boobs. She was more into the lower regions; hips, legs, ass. And she had definitely wondered what her girlfriend would look like with a pierced navel.
Right now, said female was sputtering incoherently. “You want me to what?!” Melody took a sudden step back, accidentally leaving the cover of the umbrella for a moment, before M tugged her back under by the arm. They stood so close, they were breathing each other’s air.
“How is getting a mani a fair trade for punching a hole in my body.” Mel’s eyes were sparkling like hot gems. The blonde heaved a sigh, silently admitting that it wasn’t fair. “Okay, how about this; I’ll get mani’s with you, once a month until the end of summer. And in exchange, you get a sexy little accessory that you can show off with a bikini and I get a new toy for my tongue to play with.” At the last comment, a lovely red spread over Melody’s face.
It wasn’t always easy to tell when she was blushing, but Margo delighted in the fact that she could make it happen. Her lover had inherited a mix of her mother’s Native American beauty and her father’s Greek heritage. She was drop dead gorgeous. It was her attitude that threw people off, but Margo had gotten used to it. “One a month, until we go back home at the end of August?” Margo nodded.
It was currently March, the month of Spring Break for many people. The couple were staying in Seattle for six months to spend time with Mel’s family. “And I get to pick where we go, and what color we get?“ Another nod. “And you won’t change your mind or be difficult about it?” A nod and a raised eyebrow. “The hole is forever, you know. I-”
M decided to silence Mel with her mouth, sealing the deal with a kiss.
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One piercing, twelve manicures, and months of ‘meet the parents’ later, Margo was ready to go home. She missed the smell of the forest, the quiet evenings, the familiar faces of her Pack. It wasn’t bad to explore bigger, busier places -like Seattle- especially with the one she loved at her side. But the blonde didn’t think she could call a city of concrete home.
The last dinner Melody and Margo spent with Mr. and Mrs. Niarchos was pleasant. The older couple was very accepting of their daughter’s choice in companion, and it warmed a spot deep inside the orphan. Once dessert had come and gone, the group drifted to the entrance hall of the stunning mansion. During the exchange of goodbyes, Mel’s mother softly chimed in,
“Wouldn’t it be lovely if you two married sometime down the road, like your father and I? My, how I would love to have a big beautiful wedding.” Her eyes misted over and Mr. Niarchos lovingly wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Margo about swallowed her tongue. Get married? She was only 21, and begrudged the fact that Mel was older than her at 22.
The two made it out the door and on their way back to the hotel without too much fuss over the topic. They weren’t staying at the mansion because Margo had insisted that if they did, Mel wouldn’t get any extra special loving while they were all under the same roof.
“Married? Can you imagine us getting married, babe?” Margo laughed once they were in bed, shaking her head. Arms wrapped around her from behind, her girlfriend’s soft voice mumbling into her shoulder. “What’s that?” Mel tightened her hold and turned her head to the side, “I said, I wouldn’t say no to marrying you.”
“Really? I never saw myself getting married.” M made a face and a funny noise, the latter causing Mel to laugh. She could do so now without any discomfort from the piercing. It had healed nicely, and Margo was looking forward to enjoying it up close and personal very soon. Right then, a plot was forming in her head. “We could make another deal.” A grin twisted her lips at the suggestion.
“What kind of deal? The last one put a hole in me.” Mel liked to carry on about the piercing, but M knew that the brunette secretly liked it. She turned in Melody’s arms so that they were facing one another, each on their side. “Let me use the phrase; I’ll get nailed, if you do. And this time, I don‘t mean a piercing or manicures.”
“Explain.” Melody’s expression was the cutest. A mix of interest yet hesitation, her teeth pulling on her lower lip again. “I promise that we’ll get hitched. Nailed on a whole ‘nother level. And when we do, I’ll let you do whatever you want. The whole shebang! I’ll even let your mother drag me to dress fittings, cake tastings, and dancing lessons.” That drew another peal of laughter from Mel, “And?”
Margo rolled on top of the goddess-like-girl that was all hers, bracing herself with a hand on either side of Melody’s head. “Well, I’ve always wanted to try something.” Her blue eyes danced with mischief as she leaned down and whispered in her lover’s ear.
“What?!”
“It‘s good, trust me!”
“It is? Wait, how would you know?”
“Uhm, experimental phase?”
“You did- uhm- Had some- gah!”
“Yeah I did.”
“Ohmygosh”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t with a guy.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better!?”
“Come on, babe. Please?”
“And in exchange for- For- that, we get married? That’s the deal?”
“Well, I’d let you do it to me too. If you want.”
“You would?”
“Of course! It‘s only fair. Plus I like it.”
“Uhm, okay.”
“Seriously? Yes! On your back, sunshine. I’ll get the lube.”
“Lube?”
“Yup. I wanna play with your hot piercing first, then your ass is mine!”
THE END
A/N: So ends another prompt oneshot, and this little glimpse into the life of Margo and Melody. They are OCs from my fic Eden’s Eclipse, and my first time ever writing anything F/F related. I recently made friends (offline, in person!) with a great girl who is also a writer on AFF! It’s got me inspired to write again. So look for more! Thanks for reading, forgive any minor typos. (Note: EE has supernatural creatures in it, hence ‘Pack’ refers to the werewolves Margo lives with, though she is human.)
Prompt: Nail(s)
Length: Short oneshot - 1684 characters
Warnings - Humor, F/F, NoSex
Fandom - Original
Pairing - Margo/Melody
Rain was as common to Washington dwellers as the sun was to Californians. Margo had lived her whole life within the ’Evergreen State’ so she knew how to put up with a gloomy day. However, the brunette she was currently stuck in a hotel with was not coping well.
“How can you just lay there and- and- do nothing!” Margo lazily turned her gaze towards the other female and admired her pretty skin tone, the way she played with her hair when she rambled. She realized belatedly that Melody was still talking and had taken to pacing the room.
“Babe,” Melody stopped short, her medusa green eyes snapping in Margo’s direction, awaiting her words with a child-like attentiveness, “Chill out.” Pushing herself up into a sitting position on the king sized bed, Margo crossed her legs Indian style and ignored the indignant noise Melody made.
“How can you stand being cooped up in here? We’re in Seattle!! Not in the middle of nowhere, but a street corner away from a dozen things to do on a rainy day!” Melody came from money. As an only child to a successful business man with deep pockets and no backbone when it came to the women in his life, Melody had to merely ask to receive.
Margo was completely different. An orphan who had been taken in by a old man who didn’t have much to his name, but an infinitely kind heart. She’d grown up surrounded by the Pack, who had all dealt with her prickliness and accepted her for herself. A rainy day meant catching up on chores or reading a good book. Not movie theaters, shopping sprees, and spa treatments.
“If you’re that antsy, we can go to the pool.” Margo tried to ignore the puppy-dog look her girlfriend sent her, glancing into her lap and picking at her jeans with false interest. Melody’s hands came into view as they took hold of hers, “Please can we go out? I promise to be on my best behav- Wow, your cuticles are awful. Oh! That’s it!”
Margo dropped her hands back into her lap and watched suspiciously as Melody spun in a circle with a giggle. What devious girly rich-girl activity did she have in mind? “Why didn’t I think of it sooner? Let’s go get a mani!” Dear Lord. “I know this great place-” No Way. “-I always get the-” Nails. “-Stephy says that-” She wanted to get their nails done.
“Hold it, Mel. We‘re not going to a Nail Salon.” Melody’s lips formed into a practiced pout so good she could have won awards with it. But Margo was not pushover ’Daddy’ nor the type to be led around by the dick, figuratively. “Come on, M! Please, I’ll do anything!” At that, the wheels in Margo’s head began turning. This was one of those perfect opportunities to trade off on something she wanted, that the brunette would usually refuse in turn.
Silence filled the room, which usually only happened when Mel was too lazy from sex to make noise, or when the emerald eyed girl was asleep. White teeth attacked her lower lip, which Margo knew to mean she was struggling to not speak. The blonde let her eyes travel over her lover’s slender form, and a bit past breast-level an idea hit her.
Scooting to the edge of the bed, M beckoned to Mel to step in between her legs, “What is it?” Without speaking, Margo used her fingers to push up the flimsy tank top covering her target and pressed her palms against the smooth skin of Melody’s stomach. She beamed up at her girlfriend and said in the naughtiest voice she could,
“I’ll get nailed, if you do.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two blocks away, Top Notch Nails and Emerald City Ink stood side-by-side, just as Margo and Melody did beneath their umbrella. “So what’s the deal?” Mel sounded hesitant, but the straight set to her shoulders said she meant business. Margo pointed to the salon first,
“I’ll go in there and get an abominable manicure, if” and here she paused, moving her arm so that her finger now pointed to the parlor, “you go in there and get your belly button pierced.” Margo had never been overly obsessed with boobs. She was more into the lower regions; hips, legs, ass. And she had definitely wondered what her girlfriend would look like with a pierced navel.
Right now, said female was sputtering incoherently. “You want me to what?!” Melody took a sudden step back, accidentally leaving the cover of the umbrella for a moment, before M tugged her back under by the arm. They stood so close, they were breathing each other’s air.
“How is getting a mani a fair trade for punching a hole in my body.” Mel’s eyes were sparkling like hot gems. The blonde heaved a sigh, silently admitting that it wasn’t fair. “Okay, how about this; I’ll get mani’s with you, once a month until the end of summer. And in exchange, you get a sexy little accessory that you can show off with a bikini and I get a new toy for my tongue to play with.” At the last comment, a lovely red spread over Melody’s face.
It wasn’t always easy to tell when she was blushing, but Margo delighted in the fact that she could make it happen. Her lover had inherited a mix of her mother’s Native American beauty and her father’s Greek heritage. She was drop dead gorgeous. It was her attitude that threw people off, but Margo had gotten used to it. “One a month, until we go back home at the end of August?” Margo nodded.
It was currently March, the month of Spring Break for many people. The couple were staying in Seattle for six months to spend time with Mel’s family. “And I get to pick where we go, and what color we get?“ Another nod. “And you won’t change your mind or be difficult about it?” A nod and a raised eyebrow. “The hole is forever, you know. I-”
M decided to silence Mel with her mouth, sealing the deal with a kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One piercing, twelve manicures, and months of ‘meet the parents’ later, Margo was ready to go home. She missed the smell of the forest, the quiet evenings, the familiar faces of her Pack. It wasn’t bad to explore bigger, busier places -like Seattle- especially with the one she loved at her side. But the blonde didn’t think she could call a city of concrete home.
The last dinner Melody and Margo spent with Mr. and Mrs. Niarchos was pleasant. The older couple was very accepting of their daughter’s choice in companion, and it warmed a spot deep inside the orphan. Once dessert had come and gone, the group drifted to the entrance hall of the stunning mansion. During the exchange of goodbyes, Mel’s mother softly chimed in,
“Wouldn’t it be lovely if you two married sometime down the road, like your father and I? My, how I would love to have a big beautiful wedding.” Her eyes misted over and Mr. Niarchos lovingly wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Margo about swallowed her tongue. Get married? She was only 21, and begrudged the fact that Mel was older than her at 22.
The two made it out the door and on their way back to the hotel without too much fuss over the topic. They weren’t staying at the mansion because Margo had insisted that if they did, Mel wouldn’t get any extra special loving while they were all under the same roof.
“Married? Can you imagine us getting married, babe?” Margo laughed once they were in bed, shaking her head. Arms wrapped around her from behind, her girlfriend’s soft voice mumbling into her shoulder. “What’s that?” Mel tightened her hold and turned her head to the side, “I said, I wouldn’t say no to marrying you.”
“Really? I never saw myself getting married.” M made a face and a funny noise, the latter causing Mel to laugh. She could do so now without any discomfort from the piercing. It had healed nicely, and Margo was looking forward to enjoying it up close and personal very soon. Right then, a plot was forming in her head. “We could make another deal.” A grin twisted her lips at the suggestion.
“What kind of deal? The last one put a hole in me.” Mel liked to carry on about the piercing, but M knew that the brunette secretly liked it. She turned in Melody’s arms so that they were facing one another, each on their side. “Let me use the phrase; I’ll get nailed, if you do. And this time, I don‘t mean a piercing or manicures.”
“Explain.” Melody’s expression was the cutest. A mix of interest yet hesitation, her teeth pulling on her lower lip again. “I promise that we’ll get hitched. Nailed on a whole ‘nother level. And when we do, I’ll let you do whatever you want. The whole shebang! I’ll even let your mother drag me to dress fittings, cake tastings, and dancing lessons.” That drew another peal of laughter from Mel, “And?”
Margo rolled on top of the goddess-like-girl that was all hers, bracing herself with a hand on either side of Melody’s head. “Well, I’ve always wanted to try something.” Her blue eyes danced with mischief as she leaned down and whispered in her lover’s ear.
“What?!”
“It‘s good, trust me!”
“It is? Wait, how would you know?”
“Uhm, experimental phase?”
“You did- uhm- Had some- gah!”
“Yeah I did.”
“Ohmygosh”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t with a guy.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better!?”
“Come on, babe. Please?”
“And in exchange for- For- that, we get married? That’s the deal?”
“Well, I’d let you do it to me too. If you want.”
“You would?”
“Of course! It‘s only fair. Plus I like it.”
“Uhm, okay.”
“Seriously? Yes! On your back, sunshine. I’ll get the lube.”
“Lube?”
“Yup. I wanna play with your hot piercing first, then your ass is mine!”
THE END
A/N: So ends another prompt oneshot, and this little glimpse into the life of Margo and Melody. They are OCs from my fic Eden’s Eclipse, and my first time ever writing anything F/F related. I recently made friends (offline, in person!) with a great girl who is also a writer on AFF! It’s got me inspired to write again. So look for more! Thanks for reading, forgive any minor typos. (Note: EE has supernatural creatures in it, hence ‘Pack’ refers to the werewolves Margo lives with, though she is human.)