The Bay of Biscay
For bofoddity. Sorry it's so short!
Title: The Bay of Biscay
Author: xjapanfangrl
Fandom: Kill Bill
Pairing: Some mixture of Gogo, O-Ren, and Sofie, although it mainly focuses on Gogo and Sofie
Rating: R-ish
Thanks to sparou for reading it over.
Dear O-Ren,
The Bay of Biscay looks particularly magnificent all around us. The waters are usually not particularly interesting, but in this light, it seems as though the water is a refined woman-sparkling diamonds at her breast.
I’m not sure why I am writing this, as I will not send this letter, but there is some comfort in writing my thoughts out.
It is rare that we get the opportunity to let our guards down; I hardly think we know what to do with it. Of course, when I say we, I mean me-I cannot imagine her letting her mask down. I don’t really think there is a mask. Men keep trying to seduce her, but to what end? A bloody gut or hand or crotch or rectum. There is no secret longing for affection or gentleness in her. You and I have created a monster.
I took her a clump of her silky hair and gently pressed her head against my shoulder, as we sat on the boat watching the sun set, her face completely unmoved-a Greek statue of morbidity. It was then more than ever that I saw that she was a beautiful monster. It wasn’t that we raised her to be a machine that really impressed it upon me. I could see her kill time and time again and well, don’t we all do that? No, it was her complete lack of an expression as her head rested against me that brought it home to me. The exact same face that she had while blood splattered on her face like tiny crimson rain droplets.
And for the first time in long time, I wondered if I was the monster instead for indulging my desires. Despite all her experience in cruelty, she was still just a child. The blind devotion that she has in you and me is the most childlike aspect of her. And yet the tremors of her legs as I lick between soft black curls and the quiet moans, finally crescendoing-it is those that make me question whether she is a child or not. But she never complains. She never truly smiles either.
All I want is for her to feel. I dare not hope for to return my feelings. How could she, we raised a fucking machine? But maybe if she could just feel something…
“Gogo,” I hesitated, my usual poise and sarcasm stripped away, “How do you feel about… this…? Everything?”
A delightfully vague question, I know.
She looked up at me with those vacant mannequin eyes and that little bemused smile that always seemed to say that she knew something that she wasn’t about to say. “How do I feel about this? This is life.”
I leaned forward and kissed her roughly and desperately and her tongue replied in turn, making smooth gestures towards and away from mine. She was not taken off guard as others might be, instead she acted as if she had been expecting it. As my kiss slowly softened, she pulled away from me and gave me another one of those awful knowing smirks.
“You’re drawing too much attention to yourself, Sofie,” she purred, “I don’t think we want anyone to know that O-Ren’s two closest companions are across the world from her.”
Perhaps I had too much to drink in celebrating my return home.
And I must admit to you, that I betrayed that certain level of trust you have in me. If I had been looking out of you truly, I’m sure I would have acted differently.
But no matter.
I started kissing Gogo’s neck in the same sort of desperation that I had tempered earlier, little sucks here and there, my tongue moving in little circles. She protested at first, but as my hand traveled up her thigh and under the flaps of her rough little skirt, plaid fabric pierced by the last rays of light, her protests turned into quiet moans and her stance became softer as her body became harder. My hand quickly found its familiar destination as it had countless times before.
My thumb stroked her as my three fingers thrusted up. And down. And up again. Until I had a rhythm that was pleasing to her. She indulged me by playing with my breasts through the fabric of my cotton dress, but I know she took no more pleasure in it than she did doing anything else that was in my interest. She may have loved the job, but it was still all part of the job.
She came quickly and hard and five minutes later we were sitting on a bench next to the edge of the boat, watching the bay. Her breathing was labored still and my hand was sticky with her, and the lights on the deck caught the sweat on her brow, shading it an unnatural hue.
I tried pulling her close to me again, but she resisted and instead looked at me, her eyes filled with an anger I had seen quite often but never directed towards you or me. It was not the quite literally murderous glance that she was wont to give but the glance that made me fear for a few of my limbs.
“O-Ren will not be pleased if someone is to find out that we are not in Japan because of what you have done.”
“Why didn’t you resist?”
“I bear some loyalty to you as well.”
Distain.
“Gogo… I… Just wanted…” I faltered. The surf was loud now. We were almost to the harbor.
“You just want me to feel. Have you not considered that it is you that lack feeling?”
“Gogo, what are you tal-“
“-I will be glad to inform O-Ren of what you have done. I’m sure she will reward me quite gratuitously for my information. O-Ren always was better at that than you were.”
And then she smiled. Not the bemused sort of smirk or even a malicious smile.
She was content to have your love and affection.
Title: The Bay of Biscay
Author: xjapanfangrl
Fandom: Kill Bill
Pairing: Some mixture of Gogo, O-Ren, and Sofie, although it mainly focuses on Gogo and Sofie
Rating: R-ish
Thanks to sparou for reading it over.
Dear O-Ren,
The Bay of Biscay looks particularly magnificent all around us. The waters are usually not particularly interesting, but in this light, it seems as though the water is a refined woman-sparkling diamonds at her breast.
I’m not sure why I am writing this, as I will not send this letter, but there is some comfort in writing my thoughts out.
It is rare that we get the opportunity to let our guards down; I hardly think we know what to do with it. Of course, when I say we, I mean me-I cannot imagine her letting her mask down. I don’t really think there is a mask. Men keep trying to seduce her, but to what end? A bloody gut or hand or crotch or rectum. There is no secret longing for affection or gentleness in her. You and I have created a monster.
I took her a clump of her silky hair and gently pressed her head against my shoulder, as we sat on the boat watching the sun set, her face completely unmoved-a Greek statue of morbidity. It was then more than ever that I saw that she was a beautiful monster. It wasn’t that we raised her to be a machine that really impressed it upon me. I could see her kill time and time again and well, don’t we all do that? No, it was her complete lack of an expression as her head rested against me that brought it home to me. The exact same face that she had while blood splattered on her face like tiny crimson rain droplets.
And for the first time in long time, I wondered if I was the monster instead for indulging my desires. Despite all her experience in cruelty, she was still just a child. The blind devotion that she has in you and me is the most childlike aspect of her. And yet the tremors of her legs as I lick between soft black curls and the quiet moans, finally crescendoing-it is those that make me question whether she is a child or not. But she never complains. She never truly smiles either.
All I want is for her to feel. I dare not hope for to return my feelings. How could she, we raised a fucking machine? But maybe if she could just feel something…
“Gogo,” I hesitated, my usual poise and sarcasm stripped away, “How do you feel about… this…? Everything?”
A delightfully vague question, I know.
She looked up at me with those vacant mannequin eyes and that little bemused smile that always seemed to say that she knew something that she wasn’t about to say. “How do I feel about this? This is life.”
I leaned forward and kissed her roughly and desperately and her tongue replied in turn, making smooth gestures towards and away from mine. She was not taken off guard as others might be, instead she acted as if she had been expecting it. As my kiss slowly softened, she pulled away from me and gave me another one of those awful knowing smirks.
“You’re drawing too much attention to yourself, Sofie,” she purred, “I don’t think we want anyone to know that O-Ren’s two closest companions are across the world from her.”
Perhaps I had too much to drink in celebrating my return home.
And I must admit to you, that I betrayed that certain level of trust you have in me. If I had been looking out of you truly, I’m sure I would have acted differently.
But no matter.
I started kissing Gogo’s neck in the same sort of desperation that I had tempered earlier, little sucks here and there, my tongue moving in little circles. She protested at first, but as my hand traveled up her thigh and under the flaps of her rough little skirt, plaid fabric pierced by the last rays of light, her protests turned into quiet moans and her stance became softer as her body became harder. My hand quickly found its familiar destination as it had countless times before.
My thumb stroked her as my three fingers thrusted up. And down. And up again. Until I had a rhythm that was pleasing to her. She indulged me by playing with my breasts through the fabric of my cotton dress, but I know she took no more pleasure in it than she did doing anything else that was in my interest. She may have loved the job, but it was still all part of the job.
She came quickly and hard and five minutes later we were sitting on a bench next to the edge of the boat, watching the bay. Her breathing was labored still and my hand was sticky with her, and the lights on the deck caught the sweat on her brow, shading it an unnatural hue.
I tried pulling her close to me again, but she resisted and instead looked at me, her eyes filled with an anger I had seen quite often but never directed towards you or me. It was not the quite literally murderous glance that she was wont to give but the glance that made me fear for a few of my limbs.
“O-Ren will not be pleased if someone is to find out that we are not in Japan because of what you have done.”
“Why didn’t you resist?”
“I bear some loyalty to you as well.”
Distain.
“Gogo… I… Just wanted…” I faltered. The surf was loud now. We were almost to the harbor.
“You just want me to feel. Have you not considered that it is you that lack feeling?”
“Gogo, what are you tal-“
“-I will be glad to inform O-Ren of what you have done. I’m sure she will reward me quite gratuitously for my information. O-Ren always was better at that than you were.”
And then she smiled. Not the bemused sort of smirk or even a malicious smile.
She was content to have your love and affection.