"Invasion of Canada" - ER
Using one of the titles from hotrobotnurse. Also posted at abbyneela.
Title: Invasion of Canada
Author: Nia
Rating: PG-13
Show: ER
Pairing: Abby/Neela
Summary: "Abby has never done anything more perfect than the way she invades Neela's every border."
Invasion of Canada
This was neutral land.
Abby's hand is crawling down her thigh, and all Neela can think is
This was neutral land.
This was Neela's own thigh. This was Neela's own skin. This was a place no one touched, or claimed. And now Abby is all over it, every one of her five fingers like an army pushing forward and her body so precise--every time she raises her knee or outstretches a hand, it is to Neela like a perfect arc and a perfect line, like Abby meant for her body to inhabit that space and that time, like that space and that time meant to be inhabited by Abby's body. Abby has never accidentally kicked over the bedside lamp or hit her head on the wall, Neela is sure. Abby has never done anything more perfect than the way she invades Neela's every border.
And for what? All that grace, all that precision, and for what? Neela's thigh offers no resistance. Neela's body does not fight back. Neela wonders why Abby bothers to do it like this, time after time, so dedicated, so much want. No one is going to fight her, Neela wants to say. No one is going to take this from her.
This was neutral land and Abby is like an invasion of Canada, always stealing what she could have for free, always forgetting how they are crushed together side by side, and where the two of them meet is an unguarded line.
When Neela closes her eyes and feels her thigh, her skin, become someone else's, become Abby's own, she thinks of Michael living in a land that does not want him.
Title: Invasion of Canada
Author: Nia
Rating: PG-13
Show: ER
Pairing: Abby/Neela
Summary: "Abby has never done anything more perfect than the way she invades Neela's every border."
Invasion of Canada
This was neutral land.
Abby's hand is crawling down her thigh, and all Neela can think is
This was neutral land.
This was Neela's own thigh. This was Neela's own skin. This was a place no one touched, or claimed. And now Abby is all over it, every one of her five fingers like an army pushing forward and her body so precise--every time she raises her knee or outstretches a hand, it is to Neela like a perfect arc and a perfect line, like Abby meant for her body to inhabit that space and that time, like that space and that time meant to be inhabited by Abby's body. Abby has never accidentally kicked over the bedside lamp or hit her head on the wall, Neela is sure. Abby has never done anything more perfect than the way she invades Neela's every border.
And for what? All that grace, all that precision, and for what? Neela's thigh offers no resistance. Neela's body does not fight back. Neela wonders why Abby bothers to do it like this, time after time, so dedicated, so much want. No one is going to fight her, Neela wants to say. No one is going to take this from her.
This was neutral land and Abby is like an invasion of Canada, always stealing what she could have for free, always forgetting how they are crushed together side by side, and where the two of them meet is an unguarded line.
When Neela closes her eyes and feels her thigh, her skin, become someone else's, become Abby's own, she thinks of Michael living in a land that does not want him.