A little fanfic coming this way.
Title: The Charming Lady & Her Whiskey
Rating: PG
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Adelle/Whiskey (not Claire, not an imprint - actual Active)
Summary: Whiskey likes being number one because it comes with advantages.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't make profit out of it. If they were mine, Adelle and Whiskey/Claire would be forever remembered as the hottest lesbian couple on tv.
.number one
She was their numero uno - that is what he called her one day. She liked the sound of those words, the way they made her feel special. The words attracted attention.
And attention attracted the charming lady.
Whiskey knew from the moment she set her eyes on her that she wanted to be close to the lady. It was the day she had one of her usual treatments. She closed her eyes and lied down when someone entered. First, she heard a melodic voice that spoke in such a unique manner, different from anything she had heard. She opened her eyes to look at the stranger but she only caught a glimpse of the lady before she fell asleep.
What she remembered was her curled brown hair and that voice. Oh, that voice.
The lady paid attention to her after that treatment - now that she was number one. She came to visit more often. It was nice, Whiskey thought. It was nice how she was there every time the doctor examined her. She was there when Whiskey was finished with her treatment sometimes and she smiled at her and sent her for a massage. Often the lady was there when she showered, watching her from aside, though she never showered herself.
“You have to take off your clothes in the shower. Why do you have your clothes on?” she asked the lady once.
The woman with the brown hair smiled and Whiskey thought how pretty her face was when smiling. She didn’t answer and Whiskey didn’t ask anymore.
The next day, Whiskey stood in the shower fully clothed, waiting for the lady. She didn’t come, instead two assistants came to take her aside and tell her to get undressed the next time before she gets in the shower.
“She had her clothes on. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be the best. Am I the best?”
Later, the lady came to her. It was shortly before her treatment in the room with the chair. The lady entered and greeted Topher first, then focusing her attention at their number one.
“Hello, Whiskey.” she spoke, the sound of the voice relaxing the active.
“I am going to have my treatment now.”
“I know, my dear.”
The lady seemed to know everything. Whiskey believed whole-heartly that this woman was the best there could be. She could never be the best, because this woman was the best. She could only be her best.
“You wore your clothes in the shower. Why did you do that?”
Whiskey looked to the ground. She felt terrible for disappointing the lady. She wasn’t her best this time and she feared she wasn’t number one anymore. She lost her status, she lost her attention and now she would lose the lady.
“I wanted to be like you, I wanted to be the best. Don’t stop coming, please.”
She saw the woman raise her eyebrows and small wrinkles appeared on her forehead. Hopefully she did not say something wrong. Hopefully the lady will not stop coming to see her. Am I my best?
Gracefully, the woman gestured towards the chair.
“You are the most beautiful one, the most wanted one in the House. Everybody wants you.”
She sat in the chair, feeling the cold leather press against her skin. She finds me beautiful.
“Do you want me?”
It was a natural question to ask. And one that made Whiskey eager to know the answer. She looked into those gray eyes for her to answer. The lady leaned over and placed her hand over hers. It sent shivers throughout her body, a single touch like this.
“You are my number one, Whiskey.”
Those softly whispered words were the last words she heard before she blacked out, her body trembling in the chair. She got her answer. She was number one for the charming lady and that was all that mattered.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Adelle/Whiskey (not Claire, not an imprint - actual Active)
Summary: Whiskey likes being number one because it comes with advantages.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't make profit out of it. If they were mine, Adelle and Whiskey/Claire would be forever remembered as the hottest lesbian couple on tv.
.number one
She was their numero uno - that is what he called her one day. She liked the sound of those words, the way they made her feel special. The words attracted attention.
And attention attracted the charming lady.
Whiskey knew from the moment she set her eyes on her that she wanted to be close to the lady. It was the day she had one of her usual treatments. She closed her eyes and lied down when someone entered. First, she heard a melodic voice that spoke in such a unique manner, different from anything she had heard. She opened her eyes to look at the stranger but she only caught a glimpse of the lady before she fell asleep.
What she remembered was her curled brown hair and that voice. Oh, that voice.
The lady paid attention to her after that treatment - now that she was number one. She came to visit more often. It was nice, Whiskey thought. It was nice how she was there every time the doctor examined her. She was there when Whiskey was finished with her treatment sometimes and she smiled at her and sent her for a massage. Often the lady was there when she showered, watching her from aside, though she never showered herself.
“You have to take off your clothes in the shower. Why do you have your clothes on?” she asked the lady once.
The woman with the brown hair smiled and Whiskey thought how pretty her face was when smiling. She didn’t answer and Whiskey didn’t ask anymore.
The next day, Whiskey stood in the shower fully clothed, waiting for the lady. She didn’t come, instead two assistants came to take her aside and tell her to get undressed the next time before she gets in the shower.
“She had her clothes on. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be the best. Am I the best?”
Later, the lady came to her. It was shortly before her treatment in the room with the chair. The lady entered and greeted Topher first, then focusing her attention at their number one.
“Hello, Whiskey.” she spoke, the sound of the voice relaxing the active.
“I am going to have my treatment now.”
“I know, my dear.”
The lady seemed to know everything. Whiskey believed whole-heartly that this woman was the best there could be. She could never be the best, because this woman was the best. She could only be her best.
“You wore your clothes in the shower. Why did you do that?”
Whiskey looked to the ground. She felt terrible for disappointing the lady. She wasn’t her best this time and she feared she wasn’t number one anymore. She lost her status, she lost her attention and now she would lose the lady.
“I wanted to be like you, I wanted to be the best. Don’t stop coming, please.”
She saw the woman raise her eyebrows and small wrinkles appeared on her forehead. Hopefully she did not say something wrong. Hopefully the lady will not stop coming to see her. Am I my best?
Gracefully, the woman gestured towards the chair.
“You are the most beautiful one, the most wanted one in the House. Everybody wants you.”
She sat in the chair, feeling the cold leather press against her skin. She finds me beautiful.
“Do you want me?”
It was a natural question to ask. And one that made Whiskey eager to know the answer. She looked into those gray eyes for her to answer. The lady leaned over and placed her hand over hers. It sent shivers throughout her body, a single touch like this.
“You are my number one, Whiskey.”
Those softly whispered words were the last words she heard before she blacked out, her body trembling in the chair. She got her answer. She was number one for the charming lady and that was all that mattered.