The Last 1/?, by domino2kk, R
Title: The Last 1/?
Author: domino2kk
Rating: light R
Pairing: Eden/Julia, Eden/?, and if you tilt your head, Idina/Kendra
A/N: So I was browsing through LJ, and stumbled upon this. And then I discovered a kinda sequel here. (read these first) So I thought, I should finish it off with the last Wicked girl. I’m not nearly as good as the previous writers, but what the hell? Might as well give it a shot. Second part is going to be late in coming, considering that I have finals coming up. Unbetaed
“Babe, honestly, what is it with you and the roles I originate?”
Eden glanced at Idina, and then back down at her martini. “They offered it to me,” she replied as she munched cheerfully on an olive.
“Sure they did. Bitch.”
Julia laughed from her place beside Eden. “Whore.”
“You love it,” Idina grinned as she waved for another martini. “So, Miss Murney, what brings you all the way out here?”
Julia gasped, her hand flying to her forehead as she pretended to swoon. “Am I not allowed to come to my girlfriend’s first night as Maureen?”
Kendra snorted into her drink. “More like Eden threatening to make you sleep on the couch if you didn’t come have a couple drinks with us.”
“I did no such thing!” Eden insisted to the laughter of her friends. “Julia’s not *that* bad.”
“See what a good person she is, Idina?” Julia said, ignoring Kendra’s mutterings about brainwashing. “She’s supportive-something you’ve never been able to be in the *decade* I’ve known you.”
“I went to watch you in Wicked!”
“You went to check out Kendra’s ass.” Julia stood up, her chair scraping backwards. “And on that note, I bid you goodbye. I have an early morning tomorrow. Some of us actually keep normal hours.” She stretched, and bent back down to peck Eden on the cheek. “Great job, sweetheart,” she murmured.
Eden nodded her thanks, and patted her lover’s cheek. “See you later.”
“Don’t stay up too late. I’ll leave the lights on.” Julia straightened, flipped Idina off, and strode out the door of the bar, waving goodbye to her friends as she fumbled with her jacket.
Idina sighed and leaned back, a wave of pride sweeping over her as she watched Eden fiddle with the hole in her jeans. “You did good, Little Elphie. I couldn’t have done better.” Kendra reached over to clasp her hand gently with Eden’s in silent agreement.
Eden smiled-a happy, contented smile that was bursting with pride and joy. “Thanks. I kinda freaked during La Vie Boheme, but it turned out alright, huh?”
“No problem there. At least your butt isn’t as pale as mine,” said Kendra. “Or Idina’s.”
“My fine Jewish ass is a perfect color, thank you very much. Babe, and your Over the Moon. Fantastique. Sounded like mine. Loved it.”
Eden grinned. “That can’t really be helped. I’ve done what you’ve done for so long…” She shrugged, embarrassed. “Guess the great Idina Menzel rubs off.”
“Damn straight.”
“Miss Egotistical.”
Idina pouted as Kendra laughed. The three women relaxed into a loose circle, quietly enjoying the companionship of each other and the easy familiarity that came with the knowledge that they had all, at one time, been Maureen.
Kendra was the first to break the silence. “What time is it?”
Eden glanced at her wrist, blinking when she noticed her watch was gone. “Oh crap. Hey, I think I left my watch in Merle’s dressing room. I’ll be right back.”
“No problem. We’ll hold the fort here.” Eden waved a quick goodbye to the two giggling women as she hurried out of the bar.
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“Where the hell did it go?” Eden muttered, rummaging through the dirty laundry. The room held no trace of the silver watch Idina had gotten her for her birthday. “Whatever.” She’d look tomorrow. Eden walked out, and started to head down the hallway when she heard the faint whispers of a song. It seemed to be coming from…her dressing room? She creaked open the door, and was immediately overcome by the smell of cheap booze and cigarettes. “The hell…?” She reached out and flicked her wrist, bathing the room in a warm light, and revealing the woman sitting casually on the sofa, Eden’s silver watch dangling from her wrist, and nonsense lyrics spiraling out of cherry-colored lips.
“Idina? What are you doing here?”
“Why the fuck does everyone I meet call me Idina?” The woman asked, pausing to bring a cigarette to her lips. Her lush green eyes roved appreciatively over Eden’s body, pausing slightly at her boots in approval.
“Idina, are you drunk? I thought you were going to stay at the bar.”
“Babe, I haven’t seen Idina in a long time, since the 10th anniversary reunion. A pity, really. She was great in bed. Bit narcissistic, though. She enjoyed fucking me more than any person in their right mind should.” A warm laugh permeated the room, drawing Eden’s eyes to the sharp cheekbones that sloped gently to a strong jaw.
Eden’s mouth gaped open, until she remembered who she was talking to. Her jaw snapped shut, and a crimson blush spread across her face. “Okay, you win. I actually believed you for a second. Go tell Julia that you fooled me.”
The woman cocked her head to the side, and took another drag from the cigarette perched between two ringed fingers. “Let me guess. Another Wicked girl.”
“Idina, you really are drunk. I was your standby, remember?”
“No wonder you sound like her so much. You know, everyone else had the decency to do me first, then Wicked. Why are you all backwards?” The woman stepped nearer, her smoky breath caressing Eden. “And since when have I been Latino? Love the ass, though.” The woman dropped her cigarette, and mashed it under the toe of a pointed shoe. She peered at Eden again, her wide emerald eyes sparkling mischievously as she circled the taller woman, slowly assessing the body and clothes as Eden trembled under the piercing gaze. “Weren’t you in the audience once? I remember you stagedooring.” A hand reached up, and the woman’s thumb grazed gently over Eden’s lips.
Eden could feel herself trembling as unspoken longings for her old mentor threatened to consume her. “Who are you?”
The woman frowned. “Does it really matter? I’m many things. Maureen Johnson, diva, performer, time of your life, and *you* for the next three months. Or technically, you’ll be me.” She held up her hand, and wiggled her fingers. Eden reached out, and almost moaned with the sensuality of the soft skin as it enveloped her hand. Her mind was screaming in protest, but god, that skin, that voice…
Maureen reached forward and brushed her fingers over Eden’s cheek, chuckling as the blush spread and deepened across Eden’s face. “Kiss, pookie?” She reached forward, and long fingers wove through Eden’s hair as she leaned forward to plant a kiss on the other woman’s lips. “Since you’ll be playing me, its only proper we get to know each other.”
Eden shivered as Maureen drew back, and tried to collect her thoughts. “I can’t. I’ve got a girlfriend…she’s waiting…f…for me. I…I really can’t. I’m sorry.” She backed up, her hand groping desperately for the doorknob.
Maureen chortled melodiously, her pure voice running over Eden like silk. “Honey, don’t worry about it. She won’t know I’m even real.” Her lips captured Eden’s again, and this time they were more demanding. Eden whimpered, and gave up when she felt Maureen’s tongue slip inside her mouth, gently exploring new territory. Her hands roamed over the shorter woman’s torso, pulling and lifting the shirt in a frantic attempt to feel that soft skin again. Maureen pushed Eden towards the sofa, and lay down on top of her, gently suckling the pale skin at Eden’s neck into a bruise.
“Don’t worry about anything. Just let me take care of you…”
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Eden stretched again, enjoying the satisfied hum of her naked body as she covered herself with a blanket. She watched as Maureen shrugged her shirt back on and reached for the doorknob. “Wait! Where are you going?”
Maureen smiled-a slow, easy smirk of a satisfied cat. “I gotta go before Joanne notices I’m missing. Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be back.” And with a quick turn of the knob and a soft click of the door, Maureen was gone.
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“Eden. Hey, Eden, wake up!” A familiar face swam into focus as Eden blinked the sleep away from her eyes.
“Maureen?”
Idina giggled. “Nope. You’re Maureen now. C’mon, get up. Julia’s gonna be worried.”
Eden gasped, and sat up straight. “What time is it?” She glanced down at her wrist out of habit, and did a double take when she noticed the silver watch was back where it belonged.
“Don’t worry about it,” called Kendra from the doorway, waving a bedazzled cellphone. “I called her, told her you fell asleep on the couch.”
Eden glanced down at her body, noticing it was fully clothed. “Guess I had too much to drink, huh?”
Kendra laughed. “Maybe.” She glanced at Idina, who gave her a knowing look. “Maybe you didn’t.”
Eden stood up carefully, still somewhat groggy-eyed. “Yeah, right. I just had this weird dream. This woman…” She glanced at Idina, who was shaking her head frantically. Her eyes were closed tight, and the expression that was on her face was one of denial. “Well,” Eden continued hastily, “It probably wasn’t real anyways.”
Idina cut her off quickly. “Trust me.” Something flashed across her face. Pain? Longing? Whatever it was, it left as quickly as it came. Eden turned to Kendra, confused, but the blond was staring at Idina’s reflection in the mirror with a strange hunger that scared Eden. “Trust me,” Idina said again, almost to herself. “That was no fucking dream.”
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