Not The Sort Of Person 1/1
I'm Not the Sort of Person... 1/1
Title: I'm Not the Sort of Person
Fandom: The L Word
Pairings: Bette/Tina
Prompts: Bette/Tina, infidelity haunts them like a ghost
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Author's Notes: Requested by ubiquitousmixie . She has a way of challenging me, this girl lol. This is actually my first real attempt at this fandom. I watched the show since day one but I never dared touch it in fanfiction form. But hey! It's over now so I can destroy it.
Summary: Infidelity haunts them like a ghost.
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For Megan
They started with infidelity. If they're going to be honest, they might as well accept that it's been on the coat tail of their relationship since the beginning. Tina was there with someone the night they met. And then, the earring thing happened.
They tell themselves--and anyone who asks--that it was meant to be. They pretend that because it was them, Bette and Tina. BetteandTina, one name, it didn't matter. But it did and it does now.
Call it karma, bad vibes or simply horrible lack of judgment. The relationship spanning near ten years now is solidified only in the fact that it's been destroyed and restored in infidelity.
They make promises to each other almost every day. "I love you" over morning coffee at The Planet is laced in apologies and past regret, smiles and phone calls are often executed so gingerly, it's almost painful to watch. When the occasional fight erupts, someone quickly backs down. Usually, the one feeling more guilty that day.
Fucking for the sake of fucking is no longer. Not out of relationship recuperation. No. There are passionate nights of love making, that's true, heated, slippery impromptu shower sex, the occasional quick fuck in the middle of the day. But this passion roots in anger. Anger, guilt or resentment. Sometimes all three are braided and that's when there's pleasurable pain enfolding every moan, gasp and panting whisper. It's in the sheets wrapped around their bodies. It's in their silences in between their breaths.
Sometimes, they laugh. They host dinner parties and joke with their friends, who don't dare to ask if everything is alright anymore. They're happy enough to see the parental figures of the group together.
It's enough for them as well. But while there's love and admiration and respect--more adoration for each other than can be argued--and while it can't be questioned that no other two people are meant to be like these two, through the happily habitual honey routine they're more than glad to fall under once more, infidelity still haunts them like a ghost.
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Title: I'm Not the Sort of Person
Fandom: The L Word
Pairings: Bette/Tina
Prompts: Bette/Tina, infidelity haunts them like a ghost
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Author's Notes: Requested by ubiquitousmixie . She has a way of challenging me, this girl lol. This is actually my first real attempt at this fandom. I watched the show since day one but I never dared touch it in fanfiction form. But hey! It's over now so I can destroy it.
Summary: Infidelity haunts them like a ghost.
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For Megan
They started with infidelity. If they're going to be honest, they might as well accept that it's been on the coat tail of their relationship since the beginning. Tina was there with someone the night they met. And then, the earring thing happened.
They tell themselves--and anyone who asks--that it was meant to be. They pretend that because it was them, Bette and Tina. BetteandTina, one name, it didn't matter. But it did and it does now.
Call it karma, bad vibes or simply horrible lack of judgment. The relationship spanning near ten years now is solidified only in the fact that it's been destroyed and restored in infidelity.
They make promises to each other almost every day. "I love you" over morning coffee at The Planet is laced in apologies and past regret, smiles and phone calls are often executed so gingerly, it's almost painful to watch. When the occasional fight erupts, someone quickly backs down. Usually, the one feeling more guilty that day.
Fucking for the sake of fucking is no longer. Not out of relationship recuperation. No. There are passionate nights of love making, that's true, heated, slippery impromptu shower sex, the occasional quick fuck in the middle of the day. But this passion roots in anger. Anger, guilt or resentment. Sometimes all three are braided and that's when there's pleasurable pain enfolding every moan, gasp and panting whisper. It's in the sheets wrapped around their bodies. It's in their silences in between their breaths.
Sometimes, they laugh. They host dinner parties and joke with their friends, who don't dare to ask if everything is alright anymore. They're happy enough to see the parental figures of the group together.
It's enough for them as well. But while there's love and admiration and respect--more adoration for each other than can be argued--and while it can't be questioned that no other two people are meant to be like these two, through the happily habitual honey routine they're more than glad to fall under once more, infidelity still haunts them like a ghost.
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