China Beach ficlet
Title: Gold
Fandom: China Beach
Pairing: KC/McMurphy
Rating: PG
Word count: 402
Summary: A morning after.
She is stumbling around, looking for her shoes in the putrid light that the barricaded windows allow. Her hair is still tangled on one side and she hasn't bothered to fasten her shorts, you can see too much of one hip bone, sculptured, drawing the eye down elegantly, She is uncharacteristically unaware of her surroundings. You imagine she doesn't get out of her own bedroom very often, and certainly not into yours.
"I suppose you don't mind if I leave now."
She always states these kind of things, never asks. She still hasn't found her shoes but has managed to unearth a cigarette from somewhere. Prop in hand she stands tilted in your doorway, one hand on her hip, an empty scotch bottle from the night before at her dirty feet. She looks much more comfortable when posed.
" Of course not KC."
Your voice is condescending, it can be when talking to her. You are not sure if your disdain is all for her, or for your own particular shame. She smiles slowly, one of those feral grins that tightens smooth skin across cheekbones and shows too many of her teeth. The cigarette slides to the corner of her mouth and she delivers the well worn line with relish,
"Well this was fun, we should do it again some time."
You don't know whether to feel ashamed or amused at her game. You would like to surprise her. We should KC. A smile, maybe a kiss, see if she stutters your name like she did last night. Instead you let her interpret your silence as she wishes. You keep your face as still as possible, blank enough to make your incredulous eyes convincing.
She fumbles for a moment, looks down and scuffs her cracked heel against the door. For that second you entertain the ideal of a softer, younger KC, one who is unsure of how to fill in your blanks. Then she is back, all hard lines and high gloss. All business.
"I'll see you around Colleen."
Her voice promises she will be both discreet and dangerous. She leaves her cigarette butt glowing defiantly on your floor, but she is barefoot as she walks away.
You wonder if maybe you should offer her some money, see if she still holds the capacity to be embarrassed. However you know if money were the only thing you had to offer KC, you never would have been able to afford her.
Fandom: China Beach
Pairing: KC/McMurphy
Rating: PG
Word count: 402
Summary: A morning after.
She is stumbling around, looking for her shoes in the putrid light that the barricaded windows allow. Her hair is still tangled on one side and she hasn't bothered to fasten her shorts, you can see too much of one hip bone, sculptured, drawing the eye down elegantly, She is uncharacteristically unaware of her surroundings. You imagine she doesn't get out of her own bedroom very often, and certainly not into yours.
"I suppose you don't mind if I leave now."
She always states these kind of things, never asks. She still hasn't found her shoes but has managed to unearth a cigarette from somewhere. Prop in hand she stands tilted in your doorway, one hand on her hip, an empty scotch bottle from the night before at her dirty feet. She looks much more comfortable when posed.
" Of course not KC."
Your voice is condescending, it can be when talking to her. You are not sure if your disdain is all for her, or for your own particular shame. She smiles slowly, one of those feral grins that tightens smooth skin across cheekbones and shows too many of her teeth. The cigarette slides to the corner of her mouth and she delivers the well worn line with relish,
"Well this was fun, we should do it again some time."
You don't know whether to feel ashamed or amused at her game. You would like to surprise her. We should KC. A smile, maybe a kiss, see if she stutters your name like she did last night. Instead you let her interpret your silence as she wishes. You keep your face as still as possible, blank enough to make your incredulous eyes convincing.
She fumbles for a moment, looks down and scuffs her cracked heel against the door. For that second you entertain the ideal of a softer, younger KC, one who is unsure of how to fill in your blanks. Then she is back, all hard lines and high gloss. All business.
"I'll see you around Colleen."
Her voice promises she will be both discreet and dangerous. She leaves her cigarette butt glowing defiantly on your floor, but she is barefoot as she walks away.
You wonder if maybe you should offer her some money, see if she still holds the capacity to be embarrassed. However you know if money were the only thing you had to offer KC, you never would have been able to afford her.