Have Mercy - Danneel/Genevieve (implied J2) [1/2]cherie_morteApril 23 2011, 05:53:06 UTC
Q: Why did you write an entire full-length fic about this cherie_morte? A: ordinaryink is to blame.
Have Mercy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"C'mon, Gen," Jared drawls. "When're you gonna agree to be my girl?"
Genevieve turns from arranging the drinks on the shelf and finds Jared exactly where she expected. Sprawled over the counter, obviously already a few drinks in, grinning hazily and holding his cup out for another. She should probably cut him off. She reaches for his favorite whiskey and starts pouring instead, leaning in, as if for a kiss.
"Well," she says, putting on her best southern belle. "As I've told you every night for six years, big shot, I'm your damsel, just waiting to be rescued from my dragon."
Genevieve pouts, and Jared smiles out of one side of his mouth. "I will never be drunk enough to fall for that one," he says, pointing at her with his free hand and taking a shot. "Couldn't take that dragon."
Genevieve shrugs. "Guess you'll have to go sit back down and wonder what could have been between us, then."
Jared takes her hand, bending too low to kiss it, and his hat gets knocked off his head. He looks up, clearly embarrassed, and motions for another bottle to take back to the table. He doesn't have to tell her what kind he wants or who it's for.
Jared sways in his boots back to the last empty seat in the house, and Jensen tips his hat to her when Jared hands him his drink. She watches their ankles cross under the table, and she shakes her head, turning back to her work.
"Makes you sick, doesn't it?" says a familiar voice at the bar.
Genevieve plays it off. "What?" she asks, not turning to look at Danneel.
"Two two," Danneel replies. "Parading around like a couple of girls in love."
She has one elbow on the bar when Genevieve gives up the act and swerves towards the other woman. The way she's sitting-legs splayed open and comfortable, the way any of the hundreds of men who stop by to proposition Genevieve sit, shameless display of dominance-would get any other woman branded for life.
Not Danneel. Danneel doesn’t care about the eyes being dodged towards her, and Genevieve knows every man in the house is too aware of the pistol strapped to Danneel's thigh-how quick she can have it in her palm and how little she hesitates before using that to her advantage-to even dare a nasty thought. Not that others haven't tried that before, but people don't really see them around so much anymore. Danneel had to deal with just as much shit as the rest of the women in town do, she's the only one Genevieve's ever known to have actually earned enough respect to drink with the boys instead of having to serve them.
Re: Have Mercy - Danneel/Genevieve (implied J2) [2/2]cherie_morteApril 23 2011, 05:53:54 UTC
Genevieve raises an eyebrow, carefully avoids letting her glance drop to the cleavage Danneel is now leaning forward, obviously trying to draw attention to.
"I don't know anything about girls in love," Genevieve says cluelessly. "I'm just here to pour the drinks."
"Oh, I'll bet," Danneel replies. She looks over and snatches the shot from the man sitting next to her, drinks it all I one and then hands it back to him with a grateful smile. The guy looks sadly at the empty glass and sighs, accepting the hit to his dignity.
Danneel stands and walks down the bar, until she's standing right across from Genevieve.
"You're on break," she says, smiling darkly.
Genevieve pauses in drying off a glass and laughs at her. She's the only person in town who can get away with giving Danneel shit, so it's important to knock her down a peg every now and again. "No, I'm not."
Danneel nods slowly. "I see," she says, as if it's as simple as that.
Of course, it isn't.
Danneel shuffles up to the bar owner, and Misha trembles when he realizes she's coming for him. Just for the fun of it, she draws her gun and pushes it against Misha's side. He whimpers. "She's on break," Danneel tells him.
"Br-reak!" Misha squeaks. "Forever, if you'd like."
"Oh, I'll only need a few minutes, but it's so kind of you to offer." She slides the pistol back into its sheath and pats Misha on the cheek, then waltzes back to Genevieve. "You're on break," she says again.
Genevieve puts a hand on each hip and glares. "I need tips, you know. I don't work here for fun."
"Oh, darling, you get groped plenty for tips when I'm not around. No one'll touch you while I'm in here, anyway."
It's true. Genevieve hands the cleaning rag she was holding off to Adrianne and rounds the bar, taking an empty bar stool in the corner where Danneel had been sitting earlier. It's suspiciously cleared out quite a bit. Adrianne slides a shot towards her, and Genevieve downs it, waiting for Danneel to approach.
She's not exactly acting a lady by the time Danneel reaches her, legs wide open and ready for Danneel to take her place between them. Danneel fits like a glove.
She smiles and leans in, kissing Genevieve possessively, right out in the open. It's crazy, them being able to do this, but Genevieve would be lying if she tried to pretend it didn't thrill her, or that she didn't appreciate the security that came with being stamped as Danneel's property.
Danneel's mouth strays fast, and before Genevieve knows it, she's got a face buried in her chest, like most of the girls working tonight. Genevieve's probably the only one enjoying it. Danneel's hands push her skirts up, petticoats and linings stacking against her as Danneel moves even lower and pulls Genevieve almost off the stool. She slides over her, fabric hiding what her fingers are doing, but not bothering to mask that they're definitely doing something.
Genevieve's breath starts coming fast, and her head falls back against the wooden frame behind her. "Danneel, stop, oh God."
Danneel licks up from her chest to her neck and starts kissing her jaw, but her fingers only get more daring under the skirt.
"I'm serious. Please. I can't breathe."
Danneel pauses but doesn't pull away. "Mmm, stupid corset you wear's to blame, not me," she whispers against Genevieve's ear, nibbling when she's done.
"You love the stupid corset," Genevieve reminds her.
"Love taking it off more," Danneel replies, withdrawing her hands. She steps back. "Well," she says. "I'm going upstairs."
Genevieve's mouth drops. "What? After that, you're leaving me dangling?"
Danneel smiles, shakes some hair out of her eyes and puts her hat on with a predatory smile. "It's an awfully big upstairs, little lady," she says. "Lots of beds."
She doesn't look back to see if Genevieve is following, just heads for the steps. Genevieve watches the spurs on the back of her boots disappear-she can't just go automatically, Genevieve is not easy just because she's a saloon girl, ya know-before meeting Adrianne's eyes and smiling apologetically. Adrianne rolls her eyes, gesturing Genevieve to go on, and Genevieve does just that.
A: ordinaryink is to blame.
Have Mercy
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"C'mon, Gen," Jared drawls. "When're you gonna agree to be my girl?"
Genevieve turns from arranging the drinks on the shelf and finds Jared exactly where she expected. Sprawled over the counter, obviously already a few drinks in, grinning hazily and holding his cup out for another. She should probably cut him off. She reaches for his favorite whiskey and starts pouring instead, leaning in, as if for a kiss.
"Well," she says, putting on her best southern belle. "As I've told you every night for six years, big shot, I'm your damsel, just waiting to be rescued from my dragon."
Genevieve pouts, and Jared smiles out of one side of his mouth. "I will never be drunk enough to fall for that one," he says, pointing at her with his free hand and taking a shot. "Couldn't take that dragon."
Genevieve shrugs. "Guess you'll have to go sit back down and wonder what could have been between us, then."
Jared takes her hand, bending too low to kiss it, and his hat gets knocked off his head. He looks up, clearly embarrassed, and motions for another bottle to take back to the table. He doesn't have to tell her what kind he wants or who it's for.
Jared sways in his boots back to the last empty seat in the house, and Jensen tips his hat to her when Jared hands him his drink. She watches their ankles cross under the table, and she shakes her head, turning back to her work.
"Makes you sick, doesn't it?" says a familiar voice at the bar.
Genevieve plays it off. "What?" she asks, not turning to look at Danneel.
"Two two," Danneel replies. "Parading around like a couple of girls in love."
She has one elbow on the bar when Genevieve gives up the act and swerves towards the other woman. The way she's sitting-legs splayed open and comfortable, the way any of the hundreds of men who stop by to proposition Genevieve sit, shameless display of dominance-would get any other woman branded for life.
Not Danneel. Danneel doesn’t care about the eyes being dodged towards her, and Genevieve knows every man in the house is too aware of the pistol strapped to Danneel's thigh-how quick she can have it in her palm and how little she hesitates before using that to her advantage-to even dare a nasty thought. Not that others haven't tried that before, but people don't really see them around so much anymore. Danneel had to deal with just as much shit as the rest of the women in town do, she's the only one Genevieve's ever known to have actually earned enough respect to drink with the boys instead of having to serve them.
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"I don't know anything about girls in love," Genevieve says cluelessly. "I'm just here to pour the drinks."
"Oh, I'll bet," Danneel replies. She looks over and snatches the shot from the man sitting next to her, drinks it all I one and then hands it back to him with a grateful smile. The guy looks sadly at the empty glass and sighs, accepting the hit to his dignity.
Danneel stands and walks down the bar, until she's standing right across from Genevieve.
"You're on break," she says, smiling darkly.
Genevieve pauses in drying off a glass and laughs at her. She's the only person in town who can get away with giving Danneel shit, so it's important to knock her down a peg every now and again. "No, I'm not."
Danneel nods slowly. "I see," she says, as if it's as simple as that.
Of course, it isn't.
Danneel shuffles up to the bar owner, and Misha trembles when he realizes she's coming for him. Just for the fun of it, she draws her gun and pushes it against Misha's side. He whimpers. "She's on break," Danneel tells him.
"Br-reak!" Misha squeaks. "Forever, if you'd like."
"Oh, I'll only need a few minutes, but it's so kind of you to offer." She slides the pistol back into its sheath and pats Misha on the cheek, then waltzes back to Genevieve. "You're on break," she says again.
Genevieve puts a hand on each hip and glares. "I need tips, you know. I don't work here for fun."
"Oh, darling, you get groped plenty for tips when I'm not around. No one'll touch you while I'm in here, anyway."
It's true. Genevieve hands the cleaning rag she was holding off to Adrianne and rounds the bar, taking an empty bar stool in the corner where Danneel had been sitting earlier. It's suspiciously cleared out quite a bit. Adrianne slides a shot towards her, and Genevieve downs it, waiting for Danneel to approach.
She's not exactly acting a lady by the time Danneel reaches her, legs wide open and ready for Danneel to take her place between them. Danneel fits like a glove.
She smiles and leans in, kissing Genevieve possessively, right out in the open. It's crazy, them being able to do this, but Genevieve would be lying if she tried to pretend it didn't thrill her, or that she didn't appreciate the security that came with being stamped as Danneel's property.
Danneel's mouth strays fast, and before Genevieve knows it, she's got a face buried in her chest, like most of the girls working tonight. Genevieve's probably the only one enjoying it. Danneel's hands push her skirts up, petticoats and linings stacking against her as Danneel moves even lower and pulls Genevieve almost off the stool. She slides over her, fabric hiding what her fingers are doing, but not bothering to mask that they're definitely doing something.
Genevieve's breath starts coming fast, and her head falls back against the wooden frame behind her. "Danneel, stop, oh God."
Danneel licks up from her chest to her neck and starts kissing her jaw, but her fingers only get more daring under the skirt.
"I'm serious. Please. I can't breathe."
Danneel pauses but doesn't pull away. "Mmm, stupid corset you wear's to blame, not me," she whispers against Genevieve's ear, nibbling when she's done.
"You love the stupid corset," Genevieve reminds her.
"Love taking it off more," Danneel replies, withdrawing her hands. She steps back. "Well," she says. "I'm going upstairs."
Genevieve's mouth drops. "What? After that, you're leaving me dangling?"
Danneel smiles, shakes some hair out of her eyes and puts her hat on with a predatory smile. "It's an awfully big upstairs, little lady," she says. "Lots of beds."
She doesn't look back to see if Genevieve is following, just heads for the steps. Genevieve watches the spurs on the back of her boots disappear-she can't just go automatically, Genevieve is not easy just because she's a saloon girl, ya know-before meeting Adrianne's eyes and smiling apologetically. Adrianne rolls her eyes, gesturing Genevieve to go on, and Genevieve does just that.
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ilu. ♥
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(Kick that exam in the ass, baby girl. <333)
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HOLY SHIT, YOU WROTE DANNEEL EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED HER. IT'S LIKE YOU REALLY LOVE ME. :')
FUCK IT, I AM SO DRAWING ART FOR THIS, THIS WEEKEND. NO QUESTIONSSSS.
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IT'S NOT LIKE I REALLY LOVE YOU. I REALLY DO LOVE YOU.
Yessssssssssssssssssssssss. Arttttt. Yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssss.
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KJBDKJFBADG I'M SO DELIGHTED THIS MEME COULD LURE YOU AWAY FROM BB EVEN WHILE I FEEL MILDLY GUILTY. BECAUSE THIS IS MADE OF AMAZING.
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