Monday: What becomes of the broken hearted?

[draycevixen]

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Hello! My name is Drayce and this is my week to cause havoc... erm, post the prompts. Yeah, that.

In fan fiction, we get a lot of stories about the Happy Ever After bit even if they had to crawl over broken glass to get there. But what about when the course of true love ends up in a four car pile-up on the M4

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Fill (2/2)

[salmon_pink]

She fucks Renee slow, two fingers inside, her thumb stroking Renee’s clit so gently. Renee’s hips buck, try to push her faster, but Barbara draws it out as much as she can. Renee presses her lips together when she comes, her fist pounding down against the bed. “Why didn’t you cry out for me, baby?” Barbara whispers softly. “You know how much I love your voice.”

Renee just shakes her head, that frown back like it never left. She lies down, and it’s too hot to sleep in each other’s arms, but Barbara curls up against Renee’s side all the same.

She dozes, dreamless fits of sleep that leave her less rested than before. Renee rises before dawn, but Barbara closes her eyes, pretends to be asleep until the bathroom door closes.

She watches the sunrise out that same window, sat at the same counter they fucked on the night before, drinking cheap instant coffee while Renee showers.

“Take a sick day,” Barbara says with a smile when Renee steps out of the bathroom.

“God damn it!” Renee snarls, her palm slapping down beside the coffee Barbara made for her. “I won’t do this again, I told you that last night.”

Straight into the rage, because they’ve had this argument so many times that there’s no preamble anymore: it’s a giant ‘do not press’ button that Barbara can’t stay away from.

“I have a life, Barbara, I can’t just walk away from that whenever you’re feeling bored!”

Barbara’s eyes burn, her throat feels tight. She doesn’t know why she can’t leave that damn button alone. “So I don’t have a life?” she bellows, and one of Renee’s neighbours is banging on the wall, but neither listens. “I’m just your useless fucktoy, right?”

“I’m not the one toying with anyone,” Renee throws back at her.

The air’s already heating up when Barbara storms out of Renee’s building, even though it’s early enough that the streets are still mostly empty, her heels dangling from one hand and her dress only half-zipped. She’s exhausted, she always is these days. She’ll spend the day in bed, hating Renee, hating herself, hating everything.

But she already knows that at sunset she’ll be back in Renee’s apartment, ready to do it all over again.

Re: Fill (2/2)

[scribble_myname]

Thank you! This is so awesome and so in character and so loaded with the best kind of tension.

Re: Fill (2/2)

[salmon_pink]

You're so welcome! I only recently caught up with the new season of Gotham, so I was happy to have an excuse to write for the characters again. ;)