3 DrabbleTag Fills
Title: No Reason For Guilt
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Faith/Kate
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 DrabbleTag7: DrabbleTag1: Angel : Faith/Kate : Guilty - requested by ijemanja
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 241
Date Written: 17 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
They've both made mistakes. They both have lists a mile long each of things they've done over which they should feel guilty. They both have blood on their hands, broken dreams, shattered hopes, and regression they barely keep contained throughout their days. But when night falls over the city, it's their time to play again.
In the shadows, they don't have to hide. In the darkness, they can be true, one, and so much more. She can take her hits; she doesn't mind her cuts. Neither cares if the other cries out a different name, or doesn't cry at all.
When the sun starts slipping back up, however, it's time to go, and as Faith gathers her clothes, stakes, and chains, she looks at the cop still sleeping in the bed they shared last night. There's blood on their sheets and bruises that will take weeks to heal on Kate's broken body, bruises she knows she'll make again and deeper tomorrow night. Kate twists in bed, clutching the remains of Faith's torn pillow case. Faith notices the cop's smile is the biggest she's ever seen.
She takes her weapons, glances at the gun held on the other bed post, and smiles. There's no reason to feel guilty here. The woman can take almost as well as she gives, and she'll be back tonight, demanding more. Faith chuckles, grins, and slips out into the day. She'll be only too happy to oblige.
The End
Title: Red
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: Killing_Kurare (When I saw you had an outstanding request, my friend, I just had to fill it. :) )
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Harley/Ivy, past Joker/Harley
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 DrabbleTag7: DrabbleTag4: Batman: Harley/Ivy - red - requested by killing_kurare
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 250
Date Written: 17 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She used to love the color red, but the same man who made her like it also made her hate it. He replaced the red of hearts and passion with the red of blood, and it wasn't always their victims' blood. She remembers too many times hurting at his hands and still has nightmares of the times he tried to kill her.
But she's starting to like the color red again. Red means the flaming color of the hair of the woman who saved her from him, who makes her laugh, and wakes her from her nightmares. It's her nickname for her, and not just because of her hair. Ivy's favorite color is green, but although green is a huge part of her life, red's important, too.
It's the color of hearts again, the color of love and of passion, and as Harley threads her fingers through Ivy's long, red locks, she suddenly giggles. "What?" Ivy queries.
"I was just thinking," the blonde laughs, "we should totally redo our apartment in red and green."
Ivy looks around at their space with plants hanging on every available place and Harley's hyenas sprawled out beneath the tree in the center of their room. Harley doesn't know it yet, but this whole building is theirs. Ivy made sure of that weeks ago, but now she just smiles and leans back in her lover's hands. "Whatever you want," she answers casually. Her answer makes Harley glow with joy for she knows she means it.
The End
Title: Something New
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy, Blanche/Men
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 DrabbleTag7: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy - pearls - requested by madampresident
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 247
Date Written: 18 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Come in."
Dorothy enters Blanche's bedroom, then stops in shock, screeching her name, as she sees the other woman standing naked in nothing but a string of pearls.
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Dorothy!" Blanche exclaims. She turns slowly, examining her reflection from every possible angle. "Just come in and shut the door! We've all seen each othah naked before!"
Dorothy's face is red, but her whole body's hot as she slowly moves into her best friend's bedroom. "Blanche, this isn't right -- " she starts to say but shuts the door any way.
"You gosh darn it ain't right! That's th' third guy this week who's canceled on me! Ah deserve better'n that!" Dorothy doesn't realize she's nodding. "Ah'm far more of a real woman than any of these young things that keep chasin' after mah guys!" She stops turning finally and raises her beautiful head in triumph. "Ah don't see anythin' wrong with me!"
"That's because there is nothing wrong. You're perfection."
Dorothy clamps her mouth shut a second too late, but Blanche's gaze doesn't move from hers. "Really?" she asks, smiling. "Tell me more about me, Dorothy."
"I -- I -- I -- I -- I -- "
Somehow, Blanche's smile manages to boast pride, self confidence, sexuality, patience, and humor all at once. She sashays over and draws Dorothy's hand away from her stuttering mouth. "Ah've got a whole afternoon, shugah. Maybe it's time we try somethin' new, but first, tell me more about me an' how much you want me."
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Faith/Kate
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 DrabbleTag7: DrabbleTag1: Angel : Faith/Kate : Guilty - requested by ijemanja
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 241
Date Written: 17 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
They've both made mistakes. They both have lists a mile long each of things they've done over which they should feel guilty. They both have blood on their hands, broken dreams, shattered hopes, and regression they barely keep contained throughout their days. But when night falls over the city, it's their time to play again.
In the shadows, they don't have to hide. In the darkness, they can be true, one, and so much more. She can take her hits; she doesn't mind her cuts. Neither cares if the other cries out a different name, or doesn't cry at all.
When the sun starts slipping back up, however, it's time to go, and as Faith gathers her clothes, stakes, and chains, she looks at the cop still sleeping in the bed they shared last night. There's blood on their sheets and bruises that will take weeks to heal on Kate's broken body, bruises she knows she'll make again and deeper tomorrow night. Kate twists in bed, clutching the remains of Faith's torn pillow case. Faith notices the cop's smile is the biggest she's ever seen.
She takes her weapons, glances at the gun held on the other bed post, and smiles. There's no reason to feel guilty here. The woman can take almost as well as she gives, and she'll be back tonight, demanding more. Faith chuckles, grins, and slips out into the day. She'll be only too happy to oblige.
The End
Title: Red
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: Killing_Kurare (When I saw you had an outstanding request, my friend, I just had to fill it. :) )
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Harley/Ivy, past Joker/Harley
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 DrabbleTag7: DrabbleTag4: Batman: Harley/Ivy - red - requested by killing_kurare
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 250
Date Written: 17 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She used to love the color red, but the same man who made her like it also made her hate it. He replaced the red of hearts and passion with the red of blood, and it wasn't always their victims' blood. She remembers too many times hurting at his hands and still has nightmares of the times he tried to kill her.
But she's starting to like the color red again. Red means the flaming color of the hair of the woman who saved her from him, who makes her laugh, and wakes her from her nightmares. It's her nickname for her, and not just because of her hair. Ivy's favorite color is green, but although green is a huge part of her life, red's important, too.
It's the color of hearts again, the color of love and of passion, and as Harley threads her fingers through Ivy's long, red locks, she suddenly giggles. "What?" Ivy queries.
"I was just thinking," the blonde laughs, "we should totally redo our apartment in red and green."
Ivy looks around at their space with plants hanging on every available place and Harley's hyenas sprawled out beneath the tree in the center of their room. Harley doesn't know it yet, but this whole building is theirs. Ivy made sure of that weeks ago, but now she just smiles and leans back in her lover's hands. "Whatever you want," she answers casually. Her answer makes Harley glow with joy for she knows she means it.
The End
Title: Something New
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy, Blanche/Men
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt: FemSlash100 DrabbleTag7: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy - pearls - requested by madampresident
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 247
Date Written: 18 July, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Come in."
Dorothy enters Blanche's bedroom, then stops in shock, screeching her name, as she sees the other woman standing naked in nothing but a string of pearls.
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Dorothy!" Blanche exclaims. She turns slowly, examining her reflection from every possible angle. "Just come in and shut the door! We've all seen each othah naked before!"
Dorothy's face is red, but her whole body's hot as she slowly moves into her best friend's bedroom. "Blanche, this isn't right -- " she starts to say but shuts the door any way.
"You gosh darn it ain't right! That's th' third guy this week who's canceled on me! Ah deserve better'n that!" Dorothy doesn't realize she's nodding. "Ah'm far more of a real woman than any of these young things that keep chasin' after mah guys!" She stops turning finally and raises her beautiful head in triumph. "Ah don't see anythin' wrong with me!"
"That's because there is nothing wrong. You're perfection."
Dorothy clamps her mouth shut a second too late, but Blanche's gaze doesn't move from hers. "Really?" she asks, smiling. "Tell me more about me, Dorothy."
"I -- I -- I -- I -- I -- "
Somehow, Blanche's smile manages to boast pride, self confidence, sexuality, patience, and humor all at once. She sashays over and draws Dorothy's hand away from her stuttering mouth. "Ah've got a whole afternoon, shugah. Maybe it's time we try somethin' new, but first, tell me more about me an' how much you want me."
The End