011. Only 100_women - Dirty Hearts - Weeds
Title: Dirty Hearts
Fandom: Weeds
Pairing: Celia/Nancy
Rating: R
Author: femslashqueen
Spoilers: Good Shit Lollipop, Fashion Of The Christ
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
A/N: for 100_women 011. Only, I don't know how good this is but it is the first Weeds fic I have written ever, I plan to write more soon though.
The day of the funeral she looks almost too composed, she is wearing a black dress with a tasteful yet still revealing neckline, her hair is pulled up of her face in a black clip, little whisps have fallen out and are blowing across her face, large sunglasses cover her eyes but you can still tell she’s being crying.
You sit through the service and imagine taking her aside afterwards, going to a private room somewhere and fucking her so hard that she will forget. You’d tell her that she shouldn’t look so hot when she is supposed to be mourning her husband as your fingers pump inside her fast and furious and your thumb circles her clit and she’d reply with a wry, knowing smile. She’d half-heartedly fuck you back but it will be enough. Afterwards she’d go back to playing the role of the grieving wife and you the supportive friend, later on as everyone is leaving you’d catch her staring off into the distance, licking her lips and pretend that she is imagining you.
***
You don’t see her for several weeks, maybe even months after the funeral, there is talk, depending on who you believe, she is dirt poor, an addict, a dealer, suicidal or any combination of the above. You don’t expect her to show up to the PTA meeting but she does and she looks much better than you expected her to in her tight jeans that show off her ass and black blazer with it’s plunging neckline, you can’t take your eyes off her.
She gets up to discuss the school’s vending machine products and you start a fight for the sake of fighting with her, she is so hot when she is fired up. You imagine waiting until everyone except your and her leave, then pinning her against the wall, she will resist at first but then as your hands run across her body, she’ll relax, you’d touch her in all the right places, she’ll moan as you flick her clit and her hips will buck violently as she comes, she won’t return the favor and you won’t care, it’s not about that this time.
***
You don’t even go home on the day you find out about the cancer, instead you head straight to hers, she’s left the front door open and you walk into the kitchen, it smells of cake baking and something else you can’t quite pinpoint, her her hair is pulled back off her face and she is sweaty, you talk painful small talk for a few minutes before you finally ask, “Have you ever fucked a woman?”
She looks stunned but you can tell that she has.
Finally she admits as she is ushering you out of the house, “Once in college.”
You pick you moment, she is about to close the door when you turn around and announce, “I have cancer.”
Her face falls as she opens the door and reaches out for your hand.
You grab it and she pulls you in close, placing a kiss on your forhead before pulling you into a tight hug.
“Oh Celia, is there anything I can do?” she asks.
You brush her hair aside and whisper into her ear, “fuck me.”
“What?” she whispers back sounding shocked.
“Fuck me, I mean it.” you reply firmly, hopefully she’ll get the hint, you mean this.
You expect her to push you away, tell you to leave, Nancy Botwin would never be party to adultry, you figure that college fuck she has definately had was a one time deal, but she doesn’t, instead she takes you by the hand and leads you up to the spare room.
“Technically...” she says pointing skywards though the still broken skylight, “no one is being an adultrer under my own roof, that would just be wrong.”
You laugh as you rip her apron off, followed by her shirt, knowing it will be the only time.
Fandom: Weeds
Pairing: Celia/Nancy
Rating: R
Author: femslashqueen
Spoilers: Good Shit Lollipop, Fashion Of The Christ
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
A/N: for 100_women 011. Only, I don't know how good this is but it is the first Weeds fic I have written ever, I plan to write more soon though.
The day of the funeral she looks almost too composed, she is wearing a black dress with a tasteful yet still revealing neckline, her hair is pulled up of her face in a black clip, little whisps have fallen out and are blowing across her face, large sunglasses cover her eyes but you can still tell she’s being crying.
You sit through the service and imagine taking her aside afterwards, going to a private room somewhere and fucking her so hard that she will forget. You’d tell her that she shouldn’t look so hot when she is supposed to be mourning her husband as your fingers pump inside her fast and furious and your thumb circles her clit and she’d reply with a wry, knowing smile. She’d half-heartedly fuck you back but it will be enough. Afterwards she’d go back to playing the role of the grieving wife and you the supportive friend, later on as everyone is leaving you’d catch her staring off into the distance, licking her lips and pretend that she is imagining you.
***
You don’t see her for several weeks, maybe even months after the funeral, there is talk, depending on who you believe, she is dirt poor, an addict, a dealer, suicidal or any combination of the above. You don’t expect her to show up to the PTA meeting but she does and she looks much better than you expected her to in her tight jeans that show off her ass and black blazer with it’s plunging neckline, you can’t take your eyes off her.
She gets up to discuss the school’s vending machine products and you start a fight for the sake of fighting with her, she is so hot when she is fired up. You imagine waiting until everyone except your and her leave, then pinning her against the wall, she will resist at first but then as your hands run across her body, she’ll relax, you’d touch her in all the right places, she’ll moan as you flick her clit and her hips will buck violently as she comes, she won’t return the favor and you won’t care, it’s not about that this time.
***
You don’t even go home on the day you find out about the cancer, instead you head straight to hers, she’s left the front door open and you walk into the kitchen, it smells of cake baking and something else you can’t quite pinpoint, her her hair is pulled back off her face and she is sweaty, you talk painful small talk for a few minutes before you finally ask, “Have you ever fucked a woman?”
She looks stunned but you can tell that she has.
Finally she admits as she is ushering you out of the house, “Once in college.”
You pick you moment, she is about to close the door when you turn around and announce, “I have cancer.”
Her face falls as she opens the door and reaches out for your hand.
You grab it and she pulls you in close, placing a kiss on your forhead before pulling you into a tight hug.
“Oh Celia, is there anything I can do?” she asks.
You brush her hair aside and whisper into her ear, “fuck me.”
“What?” she whispers back sounding shocked.
“Fuck me, I mean it.” you reply firmly, hopefully she’ll get the hint, you mean this.
You expect her to push you away, tell you to leave, Nancy Botwin would never be party to adultry, you figure that college fuck she has definately had was a one time deal, but she doesn’t, instead she takes you by the hand and leads you up to the spare room.
“Technically...” she says pointing skywards though the still broken skylight, “no one is being an adultrer under my own roof, that would just be wrong.”
You laugh as you rip her apron off, followed by her shirt, knowing it will be the only time.