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fembuckI ... just ... couldn't ... resist ... they ... are ... too ... adorable ... flist enables ... you ... gals ... are so ... freaking ... sweet ... *sigh*
Author: Janine
Fandom: In Plain Sight
Pairing: Mary/Brandi
Rating: PG
Warning: Incest
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
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“Don’t be sad,” Brandi said, her words drawn out and slurred as she plopped herself down on to the couch next to Mary, her head falling into her sister’s lap as she looked up at her. “I don’t like your sad face,” Brandi continued, lifting her hand up to touch Mary’s face only to have the older woman catch it and lower it.
“Squish,” Mary breathed out warningly. “You’re drunk so I’ll let it slide this time, but know that even attempting to pinch my cheeks is the number two way to end up with my fist smashed in your face.”
“You’re so cranky all the time,” Brandi whined, her face screwing up before she beamed up at her sister. “Besides, you wouldn’t hit me,” she continued still smiling, reaching for Mary’s cheek again only to have the older blonde catch her hand and lower it once more. “You love me,” Brandi went on, singing ‘love’ in a way that would have been completely and utterly annoying if Mary didn’t actually have some affection for the other woman.
“You know what I’d love more than your inebriated displays of sisterly warmth?” Mary asked catching Brandi’s hand again, sighing as she carefully lowered her sister’s hand once more. “I’d absolutely, positively love it if you …”
“I got a job and made a monet-et-etary contrib-ution to the household,” Brandi parroted having heard this speech about a bazillion times in past, “in addition to being the adorable ray of sunshine that I usually am,” she added beaming up at Mary once more.
“Squish,” Mary breathed out.
“Yeah huh,” Brandi replied, her features transforming themselves into a mask of curiosity that wasn’t at all faked.
“You’re an idiot,” Mary murmured before leaning down, pressing her lips against Brandi’s forehead, kissing her tenderly before pulling back up, her hand moving to the younger blonde’s head to stroke her hair.
“You’re an idiot,” Brandi said pointing a finger a Mary a few seconds later, though she relaxed into her sister’s gentle touch.
“Oh,” Mary sighed shaking her head. “Sweet, simple, Squish. Parroting back an insult that was thrown at you – with superior delivery I might add – isn’t insulting. It tickles me right here though,” Mary said pointing at her heart, “that in your messy, drunken state you tried. Way to go Champ,” she finished ruffling Brandi’s hair playfully.
“Shut up,” Brandi muttered petulantly.
“Still not terribly imaginative,” Mary replied, “but, hey. At least you made that one your own,” she went on lifting her fist up and shaking it proudly in the air for a second before Brandi reached up and grabbed it, wrestling it back down.
“You’re an emotional idiot,” Brandi said once Mary had settled down again. “You’re afraid of really talking to someone,” Brandi went on, staring up at Mary again as her sister stared off into the depths of the living room. “You’re afraid of opening yourself up emotionally to another human being. But you don’t need to be afraid, Mar. I’m your sister, and I love you.”
Mary was silent for a few seconds and then forced herself to look down into Brandi’s big, blue waiting eyes.
“That would have been a lot more touching without the paper umbrella in your hair,” she murmured, her fingers moving towards the object in question to pluck it out of her sister’s tresses.
Brandi sighed and looked away.
“Oh, don’t be snitty,” Mary said a few minutes later when Brandi still refused to look at her.
“I’m not being snitty,” Brandi responded in a snitty tone, still refusing to look at her.
“You are,” Mary said seriously looking down at the younger blonde. “You’re snitty. This,” Mary went on waving at Brandi’s body, “is snit. Presently, you are Snitty McGee, Viceroy of Snit Land, presiding over the countries annual Snit Festival.”
Brandi smirked, and turned to face Mary once more.
“You’re not funny,” the younger blonde said even as a smile began to spread across her lips.
“Then why are you smiling?” Mary asked sounding very pleased with herself as she smiled down at her sister in a highly superior fashion.
“I’m not smiling,” Brandi said now fully smiling as she looked up at Mary.
“You are definitely smiling,” Mary said nodding her head, forcing a ‘sorry, kid’ expression on her face. “Nothing gets past my super fantastic detective skills, and my keen eye and piercing gaze detect smilage.”
“You’re smiling too,” Brandi pointed out, making a face at Mary.
“Yes, but mine is patronizing,” Mary responded in the most patronizing, condescending tone she was capable of after five too many drinks.
“Patronize this,” Brandi said, both of her hands reaching out towards Mary as she spoke, launching a double tickling attack on sister’s mid-section a moment later.
Mary yelped in a completely non-kick-ass way that she would deny to anyone and everyone in the future, and then began to squirm, trying to get away from Brandi’s fingers before she realized that her sister was lying on top of her and escape would not be an option. Mary then turned to the only strategy available to her: counter attack.
Brandi giggled and screamed, twisting around on the couch and Mary as her sister began to mercilessly tickle her.
“Stop it!” Brandi cried, her body twisting in a way she knew she was going to feel in the morning. “Stop it!” she cried again, laughing even as tears began to leak from her eyes. “Oh my god, I hate you! Come on,” she whined, as they continued to struggle with each other, somehow managing to climb on top of Mary who had drawn her legs up onto the couch during the struggle. “Stop,” Brandi said catching hold of one of Mary’s hands. “It,” she continued grasping the other one, holding them tightly as she leaned closer to Mary’s face. “You’re so mean,” she declared huskily.
“Mean? I’m the one being assaulted in my home. That I pay for. All on my own,” Mary responded staring up into Brandi’s softly smiling face.
“A person can be mean and responsible at the same time,” Brandi responded, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to regain her breath.
“Is that the new sexy ugly?” Mary asked a few seconds later, her voice distracted as her eyes were involuntarily drawn to Brandi’s partially exposed, heaving bosom.
Mary forced her eyes back up to Brandi’s face, and wiggled her wrists, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Brandi looked over at Mary’s captured wrists and then loosened the hold she had on them, graciously allowing Mary to have her arms back.
“Same difference,” Brandi murmured shrugging, a smile touching her lips a second later.
Mary smiled back at her at that, despite her growing unease. Brandi might have been annoying as hell at times, but she was adorable. Mary had never really been able to stay mad at her for long, especially when she directed that sheepish grin at her.
Brandi shifted on top of her, the movement making Mary acutely aware of their position, before the younger
“You’ll never scare me away,” Brandi said softly, her eyes holding Mary’s as her hand continued to tenderly stroke her cheek.
“I know,” Mary breathed out shakily, her hand moving up to her face to cover Brandi’s, holding it against the warmth of her cheek.
They were silent for a while after that, the sound of the fridge humming in the kitchen the only sound around them as she gazed at each other.
“Mar,” Brandi began, her fingers sliding down Mary’s cheek until her thumb rested at the corner of her sister’s mouth.
“Don’t,” Mary said shakily, grasping Brandi’s wrist firmly, drawing her hand away from her face.
“Mary,” Brandi said her tone beseeching as Mary began to shift beneath her, trying to sit up without bucking Brandi off of her lap.
“No, Brandi,” Mary said firmly, managing to free one of her legs. “This is … we’re not kids anymore,” she continued managing to bump Brandi off of her and onto the couch.
“I know that,” Brandi responded softly her voice cracking slightly as she watched Mary stand up and take a step away from the couch.
Mary heard the break in her voice and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply before she forced them back open and turned around to face her sister.
“Don’t,” Mary said her voice gentling as she kneeled down in front of Brandi. “Don’t cry,” she said leaning in, pressing her lips to Brandi’s forehead, and then her cheek. “Please,” she said resting her forehead against Brandi’s as she held her face securely in her hands.
Brandi sniffled, a shy, embarrassed smile coming to her face as she averted her eyes.
“I was supposed to be comforting you,” the younger
“You do,” Mary told her sincerely, squeezing her hand.
“I’m sorry,” Brandi said a moment later, sniffling again before she took a deep breath, trying to get her emotions under control once more. “I know that we shouldn’t … I do, it’s just sometimes …” Brandi trailed off, sighing deeply a few seconds after she finished speaking.
“I …” Mary began before breaking off. “I feel it too,” she continued, leaning into Brandi, brushing the tips of their noses against each other. “We just can’t.”
“I know,” Brandi agreed. “But, we used to,” she continued softly, her hand lifting to Mary’s cheek. “It was nice.”
“We didn’t know any better,” Mary said angling her head away from Brandi’s touch though she didn’t pull her face out of her sister’s hand entirely.
“We most certainly did,” Brandi replied, maintaining the touch despite Mary’s reticence.
“I was just teaching you …” Mary began, trailing off as Brandi smirked, forcing her to admit to herself how lame what she was about to say sounded.
“You were a good teacher. I’ve gotten lots of compliments on my technique,” Brandi said letting the half-sentence slide, a small smile appearing on her lips as she spoke.
Mary smiled a little. “You were a natural talent,” she said softly, remembering being huddled with Brandi under her blanket, the cotton of their pajamas brushing against each other as they kissed and laughed in their makeshift tent, their hands tightly entwined together the whole time.
“Flatterer,” Brandi said her voice a low purr.
Mary began to pull back, needing to put some space between them.
“One more time,” Brandi said softly, so softly that Mary almost thought she imagined the words. However, when she looked over at Brandi and saw the hopeful, anxious expression on her face, she knew that she had heard what she thought she heard.
“Squish,” Mary breathed out, shaking her head back and forth though she remained where she was.
“Please,” Brandi breathed reaching for Mary, “just one last time.”
Slowly, Mary moved forward, her body slipping between Brandi’s legs as her hands moved to rest on the younger woman’s thighs. Brandi smiled nervously at her, and then she began to lower her head as Mary lifted hers up. A few seconds later their lips met, the press gentle and chaste at first, but then Mary parted her lips and Brandi deepened the kiss, tasting coconut rum and something she knew to be unique Mary.
Mary pulled back and took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Go to sleep,” Mary said her voice whisper soft.
She leaned up, brushing her lips against Brandi’s forehead softly and then stood up.
“Mar,” Brandi began.
“Bed,” Mary repeated holding Brandi’s eyes for a second. And then she turned around and headed for her room.
Mary carefully closed the door to her room, and then sagged against it, leaning heavily on it as her eyes closed. She sighed deeply. That was the third ‘one last time’ they’d had since Brandi had moved in.
Mary pushed away from the door and slumped over to her bed before falling onto it face first.
She was so screwed.
The End
