Characters/Ship: TWICE Momo/Sana Tags: manipulation, implied sexual content Permission to Remix: Yes
a/n: you ever think about pete wentz's annotation on thnks fr th mmrs? also gunning for exactly 500 words with this. -
“Didn’t you go on a date today?” Momo’s voice is hesitant through the speakers but she’s already bit into the bait Sana has dangled.
“I did—didn’t I tell you I would?” Sana leaves the man sleeping on his bed while she slips out to the living room, pulling his shirt off the chair and wrapping it around her body.
“Yes, you did, that’s…why.” Momo pauses. “You didn’t come over.”
Hook, line and sinker. Just like that.
“Aww, Momo-ring. Do you miss me?” Sana teases, not bothering to keep her voice low; she knows her companion can sleep through pretty much anything.
Momo’s denial is instant. “No. I just. You usually…”
“Come over?” Sana finishes before Momo can change the topic. “I know, but today I was a little pent up.”
“Hmm?” Momo is so cute when she’s confused.
Sana stretches her legs on the couch. “You know. I needed some me-time.”
If Momo were anyone else, they would’ve turned the conversation around on Sana and asked her about the last time she hadn’t used Momo for her release.
But Momo is Momo and all that comes out of her is, “Oh. Did you—did he do something? Was the date…successful?”
Sana grins. “Do you really wanna know?”
Momo has always been so easy to read, even over the phone.
“If you want to share.” Momo says, like it’s oh-so-casual.
“Well. The thing is...” Sana faux-whispers for effect. “We kissed!”
The silence on the other end is deafening but Sana doesn’t doubt her instincts. She’s known for a while now that she has to divulge a little more than she always does, to reel Momo back within the reach of Sana’s hands.
Momo’s voice is deceptively steady when she asks, “So there was a spark then? With him?”
Sana giggles.
“What? Is that a yes?” Momo presses on.
“You could say so. When we kissed, he lifted my chin with his fingers—you know how I get when you touch my chin.”
“I. I do.”
“Yeah.” Sana hums. The digital clock on the wall reads 2:30 a.m. and Sana wonders if Momo is touching herself to this phone call.
Perhaps not. She’d only do it after Sana cuts the call.
But god Momo is nothing if not a predictable slave to her curiosity. She could let the line drop now and say goodnight but instead, she asks again, “So it was good…the kiss?”
Sana knows what Momo is really asking: was he better than me?
And to Sana, who has only ever been beholden to Momo’s kisses since they were kids, it doesn’t matter. Nobody besides Momo ever does.
But she knows Momo can only permit herself to really want what she can’t have, can only crave Sana when she is straight and unattainable; can only bear to know less than what Sana’s actually done but always more than what Sana has shared.
So she says what Momo needs to hear to stay right where Sana wants her.
[REMIX] tastes like you, only sweeter
Tags: manipulation, implied sexual content
Permission to Remix: Yes
a/n: you ever think about pete wentz's annotation on thnks fr th mmrs? also gunning for exactly 500 words with this.
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“Didn’t you go on a date today?” Momo’s voice is hesitant through the speakers but she’s already bit into the bait Sana has dangled.
“I did—didn’t I tell you I would?” Sana leaves the man sleeping on his bed while she slips out to the living room, pulling his shirt off the chair and wrapping it around her body.
“Yes, you did, that’s…why.” Momo pauses. “You didn’t come over.”
Hook, line and sinker. Just like that.
“Aww, Momo-ring. Do you miss me?” Sana teases, not bothering to keep her voice low; she knows her companion can sleep through pretty much anything.
Momo’s denial is instant. “No. I just. You usually…”
“Come over?” Sana finishes before Momo can change the topic. “I know, but today I was a little pent up.”
“Hmm?” Momo is so cute when she’s confused.
Sana stretches her legs on the couch. “You know. I needed some me-time.”
If Momo were anyone else, they would’ve turned the conversation around on Sana and asked her about the last time she hadn’t used Momo for her release.
But Momo is Momo and all that comes out of her is, “Oh. Did you—did he do something? Was the date…successful?”
Sana grins. “Do you really wanna know?”
Momo has always been so easy to read, even over the phone.
“If you want to share.” Momo says, like it’s oh-so-casual.
“Well. The thing is...” Sana faux-whispers for effect. “We kissed!”
The silence on the other end is deafening but Sana doesn’t doubt her instincts. She’s known for a while now that she has to divulge a little more than she always does, to reel Momo back within the reach of Sana’s hands.
Momo’s voice is deceptively steady when she asks, “So there was a spark then? With him?”
Sana giggles.
“What? Is that a yes?” Momo presses on.
“You could say so. When we kissed, he lifted my chin with his fingers—you know how I get when you touch my chin.”
“I. I do.”
“Yeah.” Sana hums. The digital clock on the wall reads 2:30 a.m. and Sana wonders if Momo is touching herself to this phone call.
Perhaps not. She’d only do it after Sana cuts the call.
But god Momo is nothing if not a predictable slave to her curiosity. She could let the line drop now and say goodnight but instead, she asks again, “So it was good…the kiss?”
Sana knows what Momo is really asking: was he better than me?
And to Sana, who has only ever been beholden to Momo’s kisses since they were kids, it doesn’t matter. Nobody besides Momo ever does.
But she knows Momo can only permit herself to really want what she can’t have, can only crave Sana when she is straight and unattainable; can only bear to know less than what Sana’s actually done but always more than what Sana has shared.
So she says what Momo needs to hear to stay right where Sana wants her.
“It was. Sweet.”