mickeym

Okay. I totally blame

dragovianknight for even putting this idea (HAH, typoed that as 'idean') in my head. I blame the rest of you for tacit enabling--because I know if I'd mentioned this ahead of time, y'all totally would have. :P

"I can't belive there's any question about this!" Ticky paces up and down the lines, pausing to glare at RB. "You know I'm the top in this relationship."

"First of all, there is no 'relationship', here. And even if there was, you are not," RB counters, rolling after Ticky. "You just like to think you are, because you have those sleek edges and sharp corners. But I roll."

"Yeah, you roll over." Ticky smiles -- well, it's supposed to be a smile, anyway -- at RB. "So roll over, baby. You know you want to."

"I'm not that kind of button!" RB says, clearly scandalized. "And you're not my type."

Ticky bounds toward RB, eyes gleaming wickedly. "You might roll, but I can balance, no matter what, so I'll stay on top. You'd just roll right off me if you tried."

"Put your money where your mouth is," RB says, backing up slowly. The closer Ticky gets, the faster RB rolls. "Ticky--"

Ticky's on top before RB can back out of reach and RB gasps at the sensation of those sleek edges sliding up over its rounded curves. It's sharp, almost painful; RB has no edges and Ticky is all edges and angles, but then they fit, friction heating both of them up as they move, RB keeping the momentum going while it rolls, and Ticky balancing on top.

"Told you--" Ticky pants for breath, shivering when RB does a little backward-forward roll that makes the sensations spike, "--told you I'm the top."

RB balances carefully, rolling back and forth as quickly as possible, gasping at the intense friction, and the heat being generated. It's not rolling any more so much as moving in place, and both of them gasp and shudder together as sharp edges prick smooth curves.

They rest in place for a moment, then RB rolls, Ticky sliding off slowly. RB wiggles, then grins. "You were *on* top. Not the top."

Ticky's still trying to figure out what RB means as RB rolls away, calling over it's shoulder, "We should do that again some time."

~fin~