Taste
Title: Taste
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Prompt: I wrote this for the_pottingshed, in response to Challenge #29, 100 word drabbles.
Rating: PG
AN: Drabbles from both perspectives after the infamous first kiss.
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad Girls
Taste-Helen
Helen gingerly touched her lips as the cell door slammed, forcing herself to remember each touch and trying her best to forget. She looked down, expecting to see her pounding heart protrude from the tailored suit and realized, for the first time, that she was shaking. She cursed the inmate’s complete disregard for authority, and her own inability to dish out punishment. Her normally controlled demeanor was shattered, and she was left with the taste of Nikki Wade on her mouth. She licked her lips and remembered the odd combination of taste: …like a mixture of fags, coffee, and toothpaste…
Taste-Nikki
She slammed her fists onto the bed, and cursed her inability to keep her hands to herself. Her frustrations and been building, and seeing Helen so vulnerable had prompted Nikki to lose all inhibitions. Helen had been crying…Helen had been pouring out her heart…Helen had kissed back. Nikki smiled as she remembered the wing governor’s trembling soft lips, as they gently touched the inmates’. For a slight second, their tongues met, and then Helen pulled away, avoided looking into Nikki’s eyes, and fled the cell. Her salty tear-like taste, mixed with her afternoon tea was stained deep into Nikki’s memory.
Feedback is addicting.
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Prompt: I wrote this for the_pottingshed, in response to Challenge #29, 100 word drabbles.
Rating: PG
AN: Drabbles from both perspectives after the infamous first kiss.
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad Girls
Taste-Helen
Helen gingerly touched her lips as the cell door slammed, forcing herself to remember each touch and trying her best to forget. She looked down, expecting to see her pounding heart protrude from the tailored suit and realized, for the first time, that she was shaking. She cursed the inmate’s complete disregard for authority, and her own inability to dish out punishment. Her normally controlled demeanor was shattered, and she was left with the taste of Nikki Wade on her mouth. She licked her lips and remembered the odd combination of taste: …like a mixture of fags, coffee, and toothpaste…
Taste-Nikki
She slammed her fists onto the bed, and cursed her inability to keep her hands to herself. Her frustrations and been building, and seeing Helen so vulnerable had prompted Nikki to lose all inhibitions. Helen had been crying…Helen had been pouring out her heart…Helen had kissed back. Nikki smiled as she remembered the wing governor’s trembling soft lips, as they gently touched the inmates’. For a slight second, their tongues met, and then Helen pulled away, avoided looking into Nikki’s eyes, and fled the cell. Her salty tear-like taste, mixed with her afternoon tea was stained deep into Nikki’s memory.
Feedback is addicting.