When was the last time I posted fic, guys? Hereâs a thing from my folders, that ideally Iâd have waited until Iâd finished writing some more in-between story. Still, I hope itâs some good.
Roderick comes out after her, whichâof course he does. If thereâs anything Roderick can be counted on forâand thereâs so, so much Roderick can be counted on for, dear reliable Roderickâitâs this; seeking people out even when there are better things to be done, making sure theyâre safe and happy and cared for.
âYou okay?â
Kittyâs hair is loose, draping past her shoulders. It would be easy, she thinks, to duck her head and hide behind it. She doesnât, thoughâsheâs not the kind of person who hides.
âFine,â she says. Roderick looks doubtful.
âItâs just, you havenât really been yourself all night, not since me and Lor made the announcement.â He pauses. âThis isnâtâitâs not about⌠high school, is it?â
Heâs turning a little pink, somewhere around his ears and cheeks, and Kitty knows what heâs getting at. Roderick never has been the best at facing things head on.
âAm I still in love with you, you mean?â She laughs, but itâs easy and light and lacking in cruelty. The kind of guileless laugh that she never thought sheâd be capable of producing. âOh, get over yourself. I mean you are a catchâŚâ she adds, to watch the pink blush deepen to red, and leans over to bump him with her shoulder. âYou sure youâre ready to come off the market already?â
Roderick ducks his head and doesnât dignify the teasing with an answer. The day he stops tripping up over praise will be the day he dies, Kitty thinks, and she thinks sheâs okay with that.
She could be in love with him, she thinks. She knows how easy it would beâthe softness of his voice and the way he holds fragile things in his hands and the way she had never been too sharp or too loud or too cold for him, the way heâd never tried to shrink her into a mould, clashed against her rough edges without trying to file them away or to make her easier to love, showed her that she could make things grow and she didnât have to turn into something she wasnât to do it. But heâs happy now, the soaring, boundless kind of happiness that heâs always thought is for other people, and just seeing him this way is enough.
She thinks it is, at least.
âItâs just, youâre getting married, you know? You and Lor, youâre getting married.â Sheâs pretty sure sheâs happy for them, and that itâs showing in her voice; Roderick takes a breath next to her and itâs somehow a happy breath and Kitty thinks maybe sheâs never loved him more. âAnd thatâs a thing people our age do now, whichâAnd the breakup with Steve was pretty rough. I guess Iâm still coming down from it.â
âYeah.â Roderick says, sort of pained. He doesnât know all the details, but he knows how hard Kitty took it. Itâs still a fresh wound. âDo you want to talk about it?â
Kitty shakes her head, scrunching up her nose with her smile. âIâll be okay.â she says. âAnd Roderick?â
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Kitty and Roderick have a tumultuous relationship.
AO3
A year from now, weâll all be gone, all our friends will move away.
And theyâre going to better places,
But our friends will be gone away.
_
Theyâre 18 years old, and Kittyâs just sent him a text saying sheâs outside. And Kitty hates driving, especially at night, and itâs cold enough at this hour for there to be a fine mist everywhere, but when he opens the door sheâs there in her coat, her car parked on the curb and her arms wrapped around herself.
âDo you want to come in?â Roderick offers, but before heâs even got the question out sheâs cut him off with a sharp shake of her head. She stands there, unhappy, obviously cold, and doesnât speak for a while.
âIâm going to NYU.â she says. âI got accepted and itâs everything I want in a program, so by the fall Iâm going to be up in New York.â
Roderick pushes back by reflex the spike of jealousy that rises when he thinks of his classmates all moving on to university. He canât afford to; even if they were in any position to pay tuition costs, he knows well enough that his mom canât support his brother and sister the way they deserve to be supported without Roderick bringing in an income.
âThatâs great!â Roderick says, even before heâs finished working through all this in his head. Still, the words coming out of her mouth donât quite match up with the misery in her expression, the fact that she drove over at midnight to speak to him. He figures it out before she can tell him, and says it so she wonât have to.
âYou came over here to break up with me.â
Her fingers dig a little tighter into her coat sleeves, and she nods. âWhatever it is weâve been doing these past few months,â she says, âI think itâs best if we make a clean break before I go off to New York. Iâve seen enough long distance things in my time to know they get messy fast.â
Roderick canât fault her for her logic, but he doesnât know what to say, either. They stand there on the doorstep, neither of them moving, for a long time before Kitty speaks again, softly enough that Roderick has to lean in to hear her.
âI just donât want to hurt you.â
_
Theyâre 20 years old, and Roderick is only one year into his undergrad degree where Kitty is three years into hers. He comes home to the apartment theyâve been sharing and Kitty is sitting on the floor of the living room, notes from her econ class abandoned to one side and her laptop in front of her, playing Netflix while she does her level best to drink a whole bottle of cheap wine.
âWhat are we watching?â he asks, settling down next to her on the floor as easy as breathing. She offers him a sip from her glass.
âProject Runway.â she says. âThis guy thinks heâs going to sew Christmas lights into a dress, itâs a train wreck.â Now that Roderick is here, she curls up into his shoulder. âAre you gonna cook tonight or should I just order a pizza now?â
âPizza.â
âGood choice.â
_
Theyâre 23 years old, and theyâre in that long moment of anticipation, everyone holding someoneâs hand staring at Kurt and Blaineâs TV screen. Roderick has a well-documented tendency to fidget, so much so that Kitty doesnât even need to glance across to know that heâs bouncing his leg, muttering âcome on come on come on come onâ under his breath too softly for her to hear. Someone else in the room is saying it too, loud enough to be heard around the room, and itâs not like everyone there isnât thinking it.
She and Roderick are not together right now, and maybe theyâll hear about it later, but the announcer says âMs Rachel Berry!â and thereâs no pair of arms Kitty would rather throw herself into than Roderickâs.
_
Theyâre 24 years old, and Kittyâs own predictability almost makes her laugh sometimes- itâs the reason why, when Marley lets herself into Kittyâs apartment and hears âBack to Decemberâ blaring at full volume off her laptop, she doesnât have to ask whatâs happened.
âOh, no.â she says, when sheâs made her way up to the bedroom and Kitty doesnât even look up from where sheâs lying on the bed, soaking in the music. âDo you need anything?â
âHow many times can we screw this one thing up?â Kitty asks, in lieu of answering the question. âI mean, itâs me, itâs Roderick; itâs supposed to be easy.â
And Kitty hasnât asked her to, but Marley is slipping off her jacket and her shoes and sliding into bed next to her, where they stare at the ceiling together. âMy mom always says,â Marley begins, and then lets out a brief, self-conscious laugh. âEvery mom in the world always says,â she amends, âif you love something, you let it go.â
âAnd then it comes back to you.â Kitty says; whether itâs to herself or to Marley or to the ceiling, she isnât sure. âAnd then it goes, and it comes back, and it goes again.â
The song has ended and started over again.
âIf itâs meant to be, itâll work out.â Marley says. âYouâll see.â
_
Theyâre 26 years old, and theyâre friendly exes but tumultuous lovers, or so Jane has pointed out to them a number of times. Theyâre at one of Kittyâs post-Thanksgiving get togethers and when Kitty pointedly finds a place as far away from Roderick as possible to stand, she tries her best to ignore the way Janeâs eyes follow her.
âWipe that smug look off your face.â she says, without even having to look to know itâs there, and Jane, bless her heart, does her best to obey.
_
Theyâre 28 years old, and theyâre lying in bed, Roderick tracing Kittyâs collarbone absently with his thumb. Kitty has made fun of him for this before, the fact that he lies down and looks at her like this, because his glasses are off and heâs very farsighted and the overall effect is sort of a blurry blob, but of all of the blurry blobs in the world, sheâs the one heâd pick.
âWhat if we got married?â he whispers. Just so itâs out there.
Kitty makes a soft, affectionate noise in her throat. Roderickâs heard this noise before, and he knows the smile that goes with it, gentle and a pinch patronising, eyes half lidded with sleep. âThat something youâve been thinking about?â she asks.
Roderick doesnât answer yes or no, because that would seem to imply an intention one way or the other. âWhat if we did?â
She shuffles a little under the blanket, slips one hand under her pillow the way she always does, hums. âThen youâd have to do a lot better than proposing to me in bed, lover boy.â
If Roderick wants to pursue it further, he doesnât get the chance to, because by the time he thinks of anything else to say sheâs already asleep.
_
Theyâre 30 years old, and Roderick is walking with her to her gate in the airport. Itâs nothing they havenât done before, but itâs also uncharted territory.
In one hand she has her one way ticket to London. In the other is Roderickâs hand, warm and solid and steady as itâs always been.
Thereâs a long, disoriented moment where Kitty canât remember which one she needs to let go of.
âTheyâre calling for your flight.â Roderick says, nodding towards the departure gate. âYouâd better go.â
He hands her carry on over to her, slowly and a little pained. The longer Kitty looks at Roderick, the more she feels like saying screw the job, the excitement, the opportunity, the city sheâs always wanted to live in, and getting back into Roderickâs car and having him drive her back down to his apartment. Just staying with him forever.
Forever. Huh.
âThis isnât goodbye.â she says, because if she says it out loud enough times itâs bound to be true. Right? âLife will bring us together again.â
Roderick smiles, and Kitty tries to absorb the warmth of it, so sheâll have something to hold onto for the long plane ride. âOf course it will.â he says. âIt always does, with us.â
And then thereâs nothing else to say, so Kitty wraps her arms around his neck and Roderick wraps his arms around her waist and he holds her, for a long, too-short moment. And wiping her eyes would be admitting that there are tears there, which Kitty doesnât want to do, but itâs going to smudge her makeup in a second so when she pulls away, she dabs at her eyes with the back of her hand and smiles at him.
âSee you around.â she says, because âgoodbyeâ seems too final.
âSee you around.â Roderick says.
She steps through the gate, and Roderick stands right in that spot until Kitty canât see him anymore.
_
âRivers and roads, rivers and roads, rivers till I reach youâŚ
Rivers and roads, rivers and road, rivers till I reach you.â
âHow can you just stand there and be so calm about this? How can you just give up so easily?â
âThe thing is, Katherine, I do not see this as giving up.â Roderick breathed out, his voice stale and emotionless. He watched as his girlfriend flinched under him using her full first name, her eyes narrowing in response. âIâm not the one whoâs ashamed of anything, you are. And frankly, itâs becoming exhausting.â he said with a shrug of his shoulderâs. âItâs not giving up, itâs me becoming fed up...â
Kitty shifted from foot to foot, her face distorting into a mix of emotions before she feebly stated, âI thought you understood...â. Looking down and shaking her head, she added âI thought you understood how I canât just... I canât ruin all of the hard work that I put into who I am. The dent I took when I dated the kid in the wheel chair was so difficult to recover from. The way the school is set up now, that Sue has it set up, Iâd be subject to more than just ridicule. You know you, you get it every day.âÂ
âYes, but Iâd be there to help you deal with it. All of us would, you have a whole club of people who would. Kits, I canât and wonât be some skeleton in someoneâs closet. Iâm sorry.â Roderick replied, sounding somewhat dejected. He looked at Kitty once more before going to walked past her when there was no reply. Kitty stayed where she was, head hung and half ready to cry. As much as she wanted to stop what just happened, she couldnât. Or maybe she didnât want to.
A complete smutfic that I canât believe I actually wrote - rated R for blatant, somewhat graphic oral sex. Potentially a bit kinky. TW for dubious consent just to be safe; everything is consensual but lack of consent and unequal power dynamics in sex are discussed as a theme.
Roderick Meeks is a virgin. Funny how those obvious truths can slap you in the face sometimes.
Kitty knew he had to be a virgin, of course, because everybody knows everything in this school, and she, in particular, really knows everything. Sheâs just never actually thought about it before, and now that she does, itâs kind of⌠jarring. Because obviously sheâs no angel herself, and Jane and Mason have certainly been up to something; Madisonâs various conquests are legendary in the girlsâ locker room, God knows Spencerâs screwing his hippie boyfriend until he screams the theme to Portlandia, and the Warblers are all boning each other just as nature intended. So aside from Myron, Roderick Meeks is literally the only virgin in the New Directions, and Kittyâs pretty sure the only reason that horny little mongoose Myron is still on that list is his balls havenât dropped. Things look grim.
She becomes alerted as to the situation in a dance rehearsal, when she chides him for needing to loosen up. âWe really need to get you laid, Meeks,â she says, offhand.
Roderick, par for the course, goes absolutely scarlet and manages to trip over the piano bench. Stellar work.
But Kittyâs trying to be less of a bitch to these kids. She likes them. So she approaches him at his locker the next day with a crooked little I-fucked-up smile, the closest thing anyone will ever get to an apology out of her. Sheâs used up all her apologies for this lifetime.
âIf I embarrassed you the other day, I wasnât trying to.â
âItâs fine,â says Roderick, a bit too tightly to mean it.
âI just figured it would be obvious.â
âGee, thanks.â
âHey.â Heâs acting pissy, and she doesnât totally blame him, but she also wonât have it. Because sheâs trying to help here, dammit, and her charitable moments are too rare to be cast aside. Kitty plants herself directly in his path, squaring her shoulders. Sheâs about a third his size, but he looks daunted.Â
âI know people here havenât been that nice to you but thatâs no excuse to deliberately assume the worst of everything I say.â
God, Roderickâs easy to guilt trip. He shuts his mouth, lets her speak.
âWhat I meant was itâs obvious you havenât done the dirty, not that itâs obvious youâd never get the chance. Because actually, you totally could. You just havenât. Happy?â
âNot particularly.â Roderickâs fiddling with his backpack strap, trying to look occupied. His words come out hard and bitter. âItâs a little hard to take that at face value when I know for a fact nobody at this school would fuck me if I was the last man on earth.â
It takes Kitty a second to register his answer. Sheâs distracted by his hands, working the strap of his backpack as if by touch he could memorize its every detail. Heâs said heâs not a physical person, his shrugging explanation for being lost on the dance floor, but Kitty doesnât really think thatâs true. Heâs very tactile. She has to mentally slap herself back into the conversation. âHave you asked them all? Actually, scratch that, have you asked any of them?â
âDo I need to?â
âI have literally no time for your self-effacing bullshit, Stay-Puft. You know what the single most attractive quality in a man is? Confidence.â
Roderick rolls his eyes. âGreat, Iâll get back to you when I have a reason to be sexually confident. Especially in this ocean of toxic testosterone that calls itself a school. Like itâs kinda hard when every guy in the grade feels the need to brag about their âconquestsâ in public - why arenât guys allowed to express doubt about this kind of thing? Whyâs it got to be all hyping yourself up all the time?â
Kitty gives this a moment of though. It deserves one. âSo⌠you have doubts?â
âWell⌠yeah.â
He says it as if it ought to be obvious, and yet she knows heâs never actually admitted to it before. He seems to find it a relief. Itâs the sort of thing a guy like Puck or Jake would have bitten off his own tongue before admitting. Maybe even Artie, once heâd left Lima and gotten cocky. The honesty is refreshing. Kitty gives him a look that is both appraising and approving.
Roderick colours, and jumps to explain himself. âIâm not just concerned for my own ego, Iâm not stupid enough to just not have sex because I couldnât handle being bad at it or whatever⌠I donât want to be someone the girl regrets.â
âYou know itâs something you get better at, right? Nobody has a good experience their first time.â The words leave a bitter taste in Kittyâs mouth, and she forces herself not to think of what sheâs thinking about. Maybe, at this point, sheâd tell him â and the rest of the Glee Club â if they asked, if they needed to know. But they donât. She hates pity.
âIâve heard it hurts for the girl,â said Roderick, quietly.
Kitty shrugs. Her tone is offhand. She has to be careful not to allow herself to feel. âSometimes. Depends. But if youâre that worried, thereâs all kinds of things you can do that donât hurt â that any girl would thank you for doing.â
Roderick looks confused.
âCertain services,â Kitty elaborates.
The other shoe drops. âOh,â he replies, his eyes wide as dinner plates.
She canât witness this much longer. Heâs completely lost. And she can see why itâs been hard for him to find his way through the maze of high school sex, because who else is going to tell him these things?
Screw it, Kitty thinks. ââŚUgh, I canât believe itâs come to this but this is just too sad â I may be able to teach you about these services.â
-
It takes him about four hours to change his mind, as she knew it would. When her phone chimes that evening she has no doubt of who it is. Heâs sheepish. Embarrassed beyond belief. Kitty remains bossy and businesslike, laying down the law.
âWe can use my room. My parents are never home, we really donât need your mom walking in and I respect myself just a little too much to try this in a car. But first: ground rules.â
He nods. Heâs taking it more seriously than sheâs ever seen him take anything in his life.
âOne: You keep your clothes on. Sorry, hon, there are probably people in this world whoâre into the whole âone too many snickers bars or maybe a thousandâ thing, but Iâm not one of them.â
A wince. She wonders if sheâs going too far. But sheâs harsh, he knows sheâs harsh, and falling back on harshness feels so easy right now. Her reliable old armor.
âRule two: You do what I tell you to do and nothing more. Donât go exploring unless I say so.â
âI wouldnât,â he objects, turning red. âI would never.â And heâs one of the few boys on earth she actually believes.
âAnd now you double would never, because Iâll kick your ass and call the cops. Rule three: You have to commit. This requires practice and finesse. Donât think you can learn it in one afternoon. Iâm a busy bitch, so get your ass over here whenever I can schedule you in until youâre good at it.â
A dutiful nod.
âRule four: The safe word is red.â
âSafe word?â
âPeople get up to things that arenât comfortable, that can hurt. If something crosses the line, for either of us, we use the safe word.â
He seems to get that, and take some comfort in it.
âRule five, and this is the most important rule. This isnât personal. Itâs lessons. Iâm doing this because I canât stand watching you mope around Forever Aloneville anymore and am fucking nice, not for any other reason. Iâm not into you. Keep that straight. Okay?â
He nods again, more steadily than before.
âGood,â says Kitty, feeling reassured. And yet⌠oddly hollow. Probably just because heâs not the only one with a residence in Aloneville, even if his is a more permanent one. Yeah, definitely that. Artie can go to hell. She grabs Roderickâs arm and marches him to her computer. âTime for some anatomy lessons.â
-
Kitty lies on her back in panties and a t-shirt, arms loose at her sides.
Roderick blinks at her.
âGo to the foot of the bed,â Kitty commands. Her skin feels cool, half-clothed in the open air of the room. Itâs almost uncomfortable, a faint frisson that raises the flesh of her arms just slightly.
Roderick obeys. Heâs without his glasses, eyes wide.
âFind a comfortable position, but your face has to be between my legs.â
He settles himself between her knees. All she can see of him from this angle is his head and shoulders. Clinically, she decides this is acceptable â his shoulders are a good feature, broad and powerful. He could be a bodybuilder from this angle, albeit one with a very smooth, rounded face.
Well, no time like the present. âKiss your way up my thighs.â
He bows his head. Feather-touches move across her inner thighs, soft, warm, too hesitant. More. âLike you mean it, Meeks. You can use your tongue a little.â
Now itâs a wet pressure, still a little lost.
âLess than that. Youâre not a dog. Lips, tongue and breath. Use all three.â
The meandering warm wetness becomes a cascade of sensation, hot breath turning cool as the moisture on her skin evaporates. She feels the faint scratchiness of a half-dayâs stubble, and shivers.
Nothing emotional to it, of course. Itâs raw physiological sensation, thatâs all.
âGood. Work your way up.â
âThis isnât so hard,â Roderick murmurs into the softness of her inner thigh.
âNow pull off my panties with your teeth.â
He stops dead, looking up at her with huge brown eyes. âWhat?â
Kitty feels a thrill of control. She was hoping for that reaction, just that look of stunned surprise. Her voice grows firmer. âDo it. Fast and a little rough.â
He cannot do it a little rough. Thatâs a word that is not in his vocabulary. But when he slides her panties down her knees with a look of deep concentration and a gentleness she can only describe as tender, Kitty decides to permit it.
The panties fall forgotten at the foot of the bed. His brown eyes widen. Strange, how, exposed as she is, Kitty doesnât feel vulnerable. She feels powerful. Her vulnerability has become her power.
âStart with your mouth. Iâll make you use your hands later, but it has to be as wet as possible or you can do damage.â Sheâs damp already, but does not expect it to be enough.
Roderick bows his head again. Kitty feels hot breath, then wetness, and a warm motion against her vulva. She exhales, sharply, involuntarily.
He raises his head again, thinking heâs hurt her somehow. âSorry- was that-â
âDonât stop,â Kitty snaps.
He tries his tongue, and the force that made her gasp flows into a warmth that fills her pelvis. All Kitty can see are her bare, smooth knees and his bulky shoulders moving under the embroidered pattern of his shirt, his dark hair, the well-groomed blonde curls between her legs. She wants to play with his hair. She doesnât let herself. She shouldnât want that.
Kitty doesnât think she could possibly be more wet. Sheâs aching.
âNow. Your hand.â
She expects him to be good at this, the way he touches everything as if to caress it. Sheâs not wrong. His fingers explore her. She can feel the curiosity in his motions, and the naivety of it is equal parts calming and frustrating; it feels good, but it winds the coil of tension in her hips, tighter and tighter with each wasted second. âHigher. The round thing at the top â yes.â His fingers brush her clit. She shivers.
Then he catches her by surprise. He uses his mouth again. Tongue and fingers and lips and breath in succession. Kitty wonders dimly if heâs thinking to keep her wet, scared of causing her discomfort â or if heâs going off books, finally acting on instinct.
The thought is gone as soon as it arrives. Thereâs an intense tension building inside her, vibrating in her limbs. âNow,â she gasps. âTwo â two fingers. Donât stop with your mouth.â
He pushes inside her. Theyâve talked about this part, used technical terms for this and that, but now all of that is gone. She has no idea what heâs doing. Only that it feels good. A little bulky, rough in texture (guitaristâs hands, she thinks), but good. Kitty quiets, taking it in.
After a few minutes Roderick raises his head. Again the wide eyes framed in a round face. His look begs a question. What now? Is this okay?
This time, Kitty addresses him with tenderness. âNow use your tongue for that,â she says, reaching out to stroke his cheek.
He does. Kittyâs eyes roll back in her head; her breath comes in short gasps. A slow warm wave rolls over her.
Sheâs orgasmed more intensely before, but this - this is good. It feels needed.
She waits until she can tell heâs flagging, breathing hard. Then she strokes his head to signal he can come up for breath. âThatâs enough.â
The warm heat leaves her with a dull glow. Roderick, completely flattened, rolls off to one side and onto the floor with a thump. Kitty gets to her feet, all business once again, finds her panties and pulls them on, followed by a pair of pajama bottoms. âNot bad for a first try,â she says matter-of-factly. âTechnique shows a lot of promise. You need to work on endurance.â
Roderick looks stunned by what heâs just done. She hands him a water bottle from the bedside table and watches him gulp half of it down, his chest heaving.
-
After a few runs he can keep going longer. Kitty snaps at him if he tries to stop too early. He gets a kicked-puppy look about him, apologetic and eager to please. She teaches him to use his hands and mouth and even his voice. Kitty gets accustomed to spending many of her nights with a loose satisfaction in every limb. Brown eyes enter her dreams.
Nobody at school has a clue about her new servant, and like a good servant he understands discretion. Sheâs harder on him than she ever was before, to bury the evidence. He pretends to feel every verbal jab, never acknowledging their secret.
-
On the eighth night of the lessons she lets him into the house with the same businesslike manner as ever, leads him up to her room and closes the door. She lies down. Roderick takes up his usual place at the foot of the bed. Kitty shakes her head at him. âNot this time.â
Roderick looks up at her, obviously confused. ââŚSomething else this time?â
âOn the bed.â
Thereâs apprehension in his eyes, but he obeys.
âUnbutton your shirt.â
Itâs the same reaction as when she first told him to take off her panties with his teeth, but amplified, and tinged, now, with fear. âBut- rule number one-â
âFuck rule number one. I made the rules, I can change them.â
âI donât-â
Kitty shakes her head at him. âToo bad. Do it.â
The look he gives her is so readable that she gives in, just a little. âYouâre going to have to get used to this sooner or later,â says Kitty, a touch more gently. âCall it the next lesson. You need to be naked for it to work. And I canât tolerate one more second near those horrible cowboy shirts. Câmon, hurry up. Clothes off.â
He shuffles out of his button-up and the white t-shirt he wears underneath it. His jeans and boxers fall in a pile on her floor.
âLie down,â commands Kitty.
She looks at him. She makes a point of it, guarding her expression for a long moment.
Heâs broad and very pale, enough that she doubts the skin of his chest has seen the sun in years. His chest and upper arms are thick and soft. Wide hips support a protruding belly lined with what Kitty thinks must be stretch marks. Dark hair forms a tidy diamond shape on his chest and another between his legs. The overall impression is one of softness and vulnerability.
While Kitty takes all this in, Roderick watches her with a frozen expression. Every muscle in his body is taut under the fat. He looks like heâs an inch away from bolting. But heâs also hard, something far more obvious now than it ever has been in these lessons.
A crooked smile tugs at Kittyâs lips.
ââŚCan you please just do whatever youâre going to do and get it over with?â he asks, through gritted teeth.
âFeeling exposed?â she asks him, teasingly.
âKittyâŚâ
âI was exposed earlier. Fair is fair, Meeks.â
He has no response for that, and stares balefully up at her.
âNow itâs my turn,â says Kitty.
A small part of her wonders why sheâs doing this. Maybe itâs charity, like she told him; maybe this is the best thing for him. Sheâs grown⌠fond of him, after all. But there is a thrill of energy that runs down her smile when she seems him like this,  vulnerable and luscious and exposed, and she canât explain that with fondness. Itâs darker and sweeter than that. She climbs into the bed, on top of him.
Kitty starts at his shoulders and moves up and down his body. She pokes and prods and kisses and bites at every inch of him in turn, cruel one minute and kind the next. Her teeth leave faint red marks in thighs so white and soft that they are almost creamy. She grabs his ass, feeling evil satisfaction at how it is so much more than a handful. She kisses his arms and his large hands. She nuzzles against the strong line of his collarbone. His terrified silence begins to yield to twitches and moans as slowly his whole body relaxes. Until she runs a hand down his stomach, and he flinches.
âWhat are you so afraid of?â Kitty asks him, crossing her arms.
âPeopleâve made cracks about my weight since day one,â says Roderick, wincing, screwing up his face painfully. âYouâve made cracks about my weight since day one. And now youâre breaking your own rules and Iâm⌠waiting for it all to turn into a joke, or something.â
Kitty sucks in a breath. She thought the fear in his eyes would fade quickly, but it hasnât.
She lowers her eyes and gets off him, clambering away to sit at the edge of the bed. âI shouldnât have done this,â she blurts.
Even hard as a rock and with every nerve on overdrive, Roderick seems to perceive something is wrong. He moves closer and reaches out a hand. âWait, whatâs wrong?â
âYou donât like this,â Kitty finds herself saying. âYouâre not comfortable. I shouldnât be doing this to you.â She sees it now - an ugly truth settling over her. She has power over him, and thatâs what excites her. She remembers being vulnerable. Being helpless at the hands of someone more experiences, more powerful. She remembers feeling ugly and exposed. She knows now that this has been all about taking back what he stole from her. Sheâs known it from the start, in some dark part of her subconscious.
What is unforgivable is that sheâs done it at Roderickâs expense. Nobody deserves to feel the way she felt.
Kitty bites her lip, feeling a stinging pain in her throat.
âI didnât say red,â says Roderick, quietly.
In all honesty, Kitty forgot about red. Sheâs never actually used a safe word. By the time she knew they existed she did not need them.
âNobody forced me to stay,â he says, a little more firmly. âMy name may be Meeks but Iâve been around long enough not to let you do anything I really didnât want. I felt like you could hurt me â but you didnât. It felt good. Itâs like you said, this is good for me.â
âI donât actually know whether itâs good for you or not,â admits Kitty. Hating herself. âMaybe I just get drunk off power like the bitch I amâŚâ
Itâs then that she recognizes, in a rush of regret, that there is a third force motivating her through these âlessonsâ. â...And maybe I just wanted to get my hands on you without sacrificing my pride.â
That stuns him into silence.
âI think the lessons are over, Roderick.â She swallows. âItâs my fault. You were an exceptional pupil and I broke all the rules on you â I took your clothes, I pushed things without permission and I tried to twist this for my own fucked-up motivations. Iâm sorry.â
Roderickâs quiet for another moment. It lasts eternity. Then at last he breaks the silence. ââŚYou broke rule five?â
Kitty slowly glances up at him. His hopeful little smile carves a dimple in his left cheek.
Fuck rule five, she thinks, and grabs his face with both hands, kissing him soundly in reply.
When they break apart heâs beaming. Shyly elated, all nervousness gone.
Kitty presses him back against the bed and crawls on top of him. âOkay, now itâs really my turn.â
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Under the cut are #40 images of people that could maybe pass as being the ship Kitterick (Kitty Wilde & Roderick) from the Fox tv show, Glee and played by Becca Tobin and Noah Guthrie.
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I wrote another Kitterick thing... Just gonna post it here like I did with the other one. ^-^ Itâs very short though. A drabble. I got inspiration when I messed up the other mini-fic I was meant to write.
It was late when Roderick got a text from Kitty, asking if they could meet up and just get her mind off things. Of course he jumped at the chance, he always did; this was a regular thing for them. So, you could say it was really late when they found themselves in the outer regions of their neighborhood; Roderickâs car parked in an empty parking-lot with the both of them sat back on the hood of it.Â
The two were just talking about nothing in general. Whatever it was that came into either one of their heads. It was all just nonsense to get Kittyâs mind off of whatever had been troubling her that night. That was how these nights normally went for them, and thatâs how they both liked them. In fact, these spur of the moment rescue outings were always Roderickâs favorite. Because in the mess of nonsense and rambling he got to see the real Kitty Wilde. Not the one that hid behind her ranking as Cheerio captain or the one who took charge as mama bird to the New Directions. It was just plain Kitty, and the things that made her laugh, and the things that made her think, and the things that made her.
Part way through a conversation where they were comparing Pop Punk to Punk Rock (it had started as a simple conversation about the Ramones) Roderick realized that Kitty had gone particularly quiet. Turning his head to look at her, he found her to be peacefully sleeping, curled up in a little ball as she rested against his carâs windshield. This wasnât a surprise to him, since it had happened before on numerous occasions. When it did he would usually lift her up and lay her down in his back seat to bring her home. (Unfortunately when they got there he would have to wake her, but at least she got some sleep for the night. Even if just a little.) However, heâd always linger a few moments before moving her; just to insure that she was completely asleep and that he wouldnât startle her awake.
These few moments normally resulted in Roderick sitting in the quiet, staring up at the sky or watching her in a way that wasnât meant to be creepy, just to know when she was fully asleep. Tonight it ended up being the latter. Kitty was curled up, and her face just looked so peaceful. A way that, if you knew Kitty Wilde, it rarely ever looked. So, he wanted to take it in as much as he could because god only knew when heâd see it again next.
As he sat there in the quiet, watching this girl sleep so soundly, he started to think things he probably shouldnât be thinking she looks really cute when sheâs asleep.. And wanting to say things that probably shouldnât be said this time together means more to me than I probably let on and Iâve really started to care about you... And he didnât know if it was just the fact that he  was tired from how late it was, or if he had gone a little bit crazy; but he couldnât exactly stop himself. He leaned over, brushed some of the hair away from her face because outside of school she didnât need to have a high pony and  very gently kissed her forehead. After he did he pulled his head away from her and let out a soft sigh; more than happy that she was asleep and he was capable of doing that. But also upset with himself that it wasnât something he could do to her when they were both fully aware with what was going on. If only that were how things worked.Â
Getting down from the hood of his car, he made his way around the front and lifted Kitty up bridal style; like he did every time this happened. This time though, as he turned to carry her to his back seat, her eyes popped open. Turns out he didnât wait long enough for her to fall completely asleep....
âI donât wanna go with you, I donât wanna- let go of me! Please! Please!â
The source of the commotion isnât hard to see- some girl whoâs clearly had enough to be a little impaired, trying to yank her hand out of the grip of a man twice as big and maybe three times as old as she is. The girl is a kid- Roderickâs passed through enough bars to see a fake ID-er when he sees one- with blonde hair and blue eyes that would look more in place in a renaissance painting than in a shady bar on the outskirts of town. Sheâs struggling, but she must weigh about a buck twenty and it doesnât look like sheâs even strong enough to fight the man off sober. Roderick gets up.
âHey!â he shouts across the bar. âLeave her alone!â
âMind your own business!â The man shouts back. âThis is between me and her, you stay out of it.â
The girl is wailing, wailing, getting louder as her distress rises, a constant stream of I donât wanna and I donât know you and please. Clearly she needs someone to intervene, so Roderick makes it his business and crosses the bar.
âShe doesnât want to go with you.â he says. âJust leave her alone.â
One handed, the man shoves Roderick back. âThis doesnât concern you.â he repeats.
Roderick is only 24, what must be half of this manâs years of toughened hands and well-worn muscles, but heâs sober, and heâs mad, and his size isnât for nothing. He exchanges the shove for a slap, open handed over the guyâs ear, the way he knows from experience hurts like a bitch. The man doubles over, as expected.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â he spits. âI said mind your business!â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Look at her!â This isnât a dialogue; he doesnât want to hear the manâs response, so he roars, loud enough to fill the bar, âGet out!â
Roderick doesnât like to shout, not really, but he does it when necessary, because it works. His size and his image and the power of his voice are enough to make anyone think twice about what theyâre risking, and the man releases the girlâs hand and slinks away. Â She collapses onto a stool, taking shuddering breaths, and even from here Roderick can see the beginnings of a hand-shaped bruise on her arm.
âAre you alright?â
The girl blinks up at him, her eyes showing relief and gratitude and fear- fear of him. Roderick is just about the opposite of the archetypical knight in shining armour, with the bulk of his body and his tattoos and his leather jacket, but still, she clings to his arm and weeps, choking out half formed sentences about friends abandoning her and dead phone batteries. He rubs her arm and shushes her and eventually manages to pry her (gently) off him.
âHow about you go splash your face with a little cold water?â he suggests. âItâll calm you down.â
Roderick slaps two twenties onto the bar, to pay for his drinks and the girlâs, and accepts his change a little brusquely. Heâs not exactly angry with the bartender for letting her drink- this bar doesnât always see much traffic, and the guyâs gotta pay his bills, right?- but he is a little angry with him for not saying anything to the creep who was basically trying to kidnap this kid.
The girl comes out of the bathroom with a clean face and a slightly steadier gait and Roderick knew, intellectually, that she was underage, but now without the mascara and contouring, he can see it.
âWhatâs your name?â he asks.
She sniffs. âBethany.â
âDo you have anyone you can call to come get you?â he asks, and when she starts again to explain her dead phone battery, âHere- you can use my phone.â
She takes the phone, smiles gratefully, and hesitates with a finger halfway to the dial pad.
âParents?â he offers.
âGod, no, theyâll kill me.â Bethany wipes at her nose and eyes with the back of her hand, and starts punching in a number. âI have a big sister.â
âGood, call her.â he says. âIf you want, Iâll wait with you outside- by the sign, where itâs well lit- until she comes for you.â
The cool air does Bethany some good, and she livens up to ask him about his tattoos and the nasty scar that he got falling off his bike at 60mph. She tells him about her friends-who-arenât-really-friends and how this isnât even the first time something like this has happened to her. Sheâs a sweet kid, and she deserves better, but teenagers can be so cruel to each other- Roderick knows that all too well.
When Bethany shivers, Roderick lends her his leather jacket- draped over her shoulders like a jacket- and Bethany takes the liberty of taking his shades off his face to play around with them.
âWanna hear a secret?â he offers, smiling as she holds them up to her eyes and squints, âThose are prescription. I canât see shit right now.â She giggles and hands the shades back to him, and as Roderick is putting them back on it occurs to him to watch his tongue.
âFuck,â he says, which really doesnât help matters. âShi- mother-damn it, I canât swear in front of a kid.â
Unsurprisingly, thatâs the part she takes umbrage with. âI am not a kid.â
Roderick raises an eyebrow. âR-ight.â he says. âHow old are you?â
She doesnât answer, glancing back at the bar.
âIâm not a cop.â Roderick says, âand I know youâre too young to be there, anyway. Come on, how bad is it?â
Her smile is small and guilty, but it tugs at the corners of her mouth in a way she canât help. âFifteen.â she says, which is pretty bad but unsurprising. Fifteen is just about the right age for the kinds of plans that havenât been thought all the way through, and figuring out when your friends arenât really your friends. Roderick pulls out a cigarette out of habit and then puts it back away.
âWhatâs your favourite subject?â he asks.
Theyâre sitting there for about twenty minutes before a silver sedan pulls into the car park and Bethany perks up. âThatâs her car.â she explains, as if Roderick hasnât already figured that much out for himself, and bounces a little. The car parks and out of the driverâs seat comes a young woman about Roderickâs age, wearing a university hoodie and the expression of someone whoâs just woken up and Hasnât Had Enough Coffee for This. She has Bethanyâs renaissance painting features- which is to say, sheâs sort of beautiful- and sheâs not very big herself, and clearly whichever parent they take after has strong genes.
Bethany springs off the curb and launches herself unsteadily into her arms. âKitty!â Roderick stands up- heâs preparing to go back inside, but heâs not going to until Bethany is in her sisterâs car and theyâre driving away. Itâs not safe for either of them.
Kitty sighs, a sound thatâs equal parts exasperation and relief, and lets Bethany hold her. âDid you learn your lesson at least?â she asks, holding Bethany out at armâs length to check her over, and then smoothing her hair off her face. Itâs only now that her eyes travel off her sister and land on Roderick, and her expression goes blank and a little bit chilly. Bethany feels it in her body language, or perhaps knows her sister well enough to predict her reaction. Roderick isnât surprised- he has this effect on a lot of people.
âThis is the guy whose phone I called you on.â Bethany explains. âHeâs not a bad guy, he stopped this creep from dragging me out the bar.â She shrugs Roderickâs jacket off her shoulders, as if sheâs just remembered sheâs still wearing it. The girl, the sister, keeps one hand on Bethanyâs waist, as if sheâs forgotten to let go, and so Bethany has to sort of twist out of it to reach far enough to hand Roderick the jacket. That being done, the sister draws her back to her side, and takes a step forward.
Roderick waves sort of awkwardly. âIâm Roderick.â he says. âHey.â
She looks him up and down with a cold sort of caution in her eyes, before extending a hand. âCatherine.â she says, and then, with some effort, âThank you for keeping her safe.â
âNo problem.â he says. âAnd hey, try to go easy on her? She couldâve done worse.â he jokes. âShe couldâve ended up like me.â
Thereâs something a little warmer in Catherineâs appraisal this time. One side of her mouth quirks up in a little smile.
âI think,â she says carefully, âthat she could do a lot worse than ending up like you.â