"Both" - DH + RPFS
Effing jet lag. Also posted at femslash100 in response to Challenge 35, and at rpfs.
Title: Both
Author: Nia
Rating: PG
Show: Desperate Housewives + RPFS
Pairing: Felicity/Lynette
Summary: "At first you think she is there because you forgot to thank her, but you did, technically: the women of Wisteria Lane."
Both
She comes to you the night you win your Emmy, sits in your bedroom in forest-green silk. At first you think she is there because you forgot to thank her, but you did, technically: the women of Wisteria Lane.
You don't find her particularly attractive: lion-faced, serious, she wears a business suit but smells like baby milk. But then again, folded on your bed like a blue-eyed sphinx, she is irresistible and so sure you will want her. She tells you about the jobs she will get.
You are an award winner, and she is about to spread her wings.
You don't have the heart to tell her what happens next. You are already three episodes into her future, full of things she doesn't need to know, so you kiss her and let her savor triumph. You leave your dress on, because it took so damn long to get ready, but you strip her down and let her hands hide under your skirt like secrets.
You are both crying-out eager optimistic and full of secrets. You are both in love with your husbands and a stringent redhead.
"You and me, kid," she says, bumping naked shoulder-to-shoulder. "Top of our game."
Title: Both
Author: Nia
Rating: PG
Show: Desperate Housewives + RPFS
Pairing: Felicity/Lynette
Summary: "At first you think she is there because you forgot to thank her, but you did, technically: the women of Wisteria Lane."
Both
She comes to you the night you win your Emmy, sits in your bedroom in forest-green silk. At first you think she is there because you forgot to thank her, but you did, technically: the women of Wisteria Lane.
You don't find her particularly attractive: lion-faced, serious, she wears a business suit but smells like baby milk. But then again, folded on your bed like a blue-eyed sphinx, she is irresistible and so sure you will want her. She tells you about the jobs she will get.
You are an award winner, and she is about to spread her wings.
You don't have the heart to tell her what happens next. You are already three episodes into her future, full of things she doesn't need to know, so you kiss her and let her savor triumph. You leave your dress on, because it took so damn long to get ready, but you strip her down and let her hands hide under your skirt like secrets.
You are both crying-out eager optimistic and full of secrets. You are both in love with your husbands and a stringent redhead.
"You and me, kid," she says, bumping naked shoulder-to-shoulder. "Top of our game."