Cola and Cranberry with Gummy Bunnies and Malt
Author: Nikki
Challenge: Cola #9 (it’s everywhere you want to be), Cranberry #6 (The Hierophant - Reverse: Unconventionality, unorthodoxy)
Toppings/Extra: Gummy Bunnies (G1: Domestic bliss), Malt (Bring me somewhere you can be yourself--and I mean, REALLY yourself.)
Word Count: 1,006
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Completely inspired by 'Her Man' by Gary Allan, which is one of my main Angie/Rayne songs. Very glad Angie finally let me write this, since it's important to her character.
Story: Phase; the title of this is 'Her Man.'
Summary: Angie comes out to Rayne in her own way.
Cigarette smoke curled lazily in the air above them. Rayne watched a smoke ring slowly float away and break apart before stubbing out what was left of her last cigarette in an ashtray on the night stand. The clock radio next to it told her that it was sometime after two a.m., and some techno sounding song that she didn't care enough to listen to played from the speakers. "You're going to have to run out and get me some more cigarettes if you want to have sex again," she told Angie, who was lying back against her, with her head on Rayne's chest.
Lightly, Angie shrugged. "How about I let you smoke some of my Marlboros and I'll get you some more tomorrow?"
"How about I cut you off?" Rayne asked in response, to which Angie only laughed. She wondered if she should be annoyed at that, before deciding not to be. She had a right to laugh about that. "You can be amused by that as much as you want. You would still be the one to cave first. Besides, I know you'd miss certain parts of me. Considering the majority of reactions I've gotten since puberty, I'd say you're lying on two of them."
Slowly, Angie grinned. "Babe, I will never deny that you hold all power over me, but you will never guess what my favorite part of you is." She slid up just a bit, turning her head to kiss Rayne's collarbone. "Believe it or not, I'm not much of a breast person. Yours are absolutely amazing, but they're not my favorite part of you."
"That's actually very nice to hear." There was a beat, and then, "This favorite body part of yours. I hope it isn't vulgar."
"You love me when I'm vulgar."
"I love you all the time, but there is a difference between vulgar and..."
"Asking me fuck you harder loud enough for the people upstairs to hear?" Angie finished for her, grin widening. Rayne casually flipped her off in response. "Like I was saying," Angie murmured, lightly tracing her fingertips in swirling designs along Rayne's ribcage, "you have the most amazing rack I've ever seen. It's still not my favorite part about you."
She grabbed Angie's hand before it could wander too far, linking their fingers together. "Lucky for you, the Tits Fairy didn't pay you a visit. That would have probably made the butch lesbian thing you do so well very difficult." Angie hummed in response, and they fell into a comfortable lapse of conversation, music from the radio the only noise in the apartment.
"You know..." Rayne looked down when Angie spoke again, and started combing her fingers through Angie's hair. "That term doesn't really fit me," Angie continued after a moment.
"Butch?" she asked, confused.
"Lesbian. I think maybe just queer?" Angie asked it like she was asking herself more than Rayne. "I don't know, nobody really asks if I'm straight. The answer is sort of obvious."
"Why not?"
"Because I haven't looked straight since I started cutting my own hair." At her confused look, Angie realized what she had meant. It was unsettling when Angie suddenly refused to meet her gaze. "Oh. Well... Lesbian. It's girls liking girls, isn't it? I'm... not really a girl."
Oh. Rayne continued to run her fingers through Angie's hair. "That explains a few things. Are you a boy?"
"Ugh." She supposed that answered that. "No. I'm just... Angie."
Rayne smiled. "I think I prefer Angie to anything else." Angie immediately relaxed, shooting her a grin that had more than a few promises behind it, and she shivered. "So, is 'she' wrong?" Rayne asked, while she knew she still had the ability to.
"Yes, and no." Rolling off of her, Angie propped up on one elbow, leaning her head in her hand. "It's not right, but I don't personally care. Most people are too stupid to bother explaining it to, anyway."
"Do you want me to call you something else?" Rayne questioned again.
Angie kissed her instead of immediately answering, rolling them over and tangling a hand in Rayne's hair as she did so. "Call me yours, and I don't care if you call me Fido."
"Can I call you my man?"
Slowly, Angie smiled. "As long as you’re my girl."
"You know the answer to that," she answered, leaning down to kiss Angie again, just lips. It wasn't a surprise when Angie wrapped her arms around her and kept her close. "I told you, cigarettes before sex," she murmured, not attempting to pull away.
"Why do you always think I'm trying to fuck you?"
She leaned her forehead against Angie's, laughing breathily. "Because you are."
"Not right now, I'm not." Angie ran a hand down Rayne's spine, pressing her palm against the small of her back. "Right now, I'm laying in bed with my girl, wondering what I did to deserve her." Rayne broadly smiled, and they fell into a comfortable silence again after she laid her head down on Angie's shoulder. It was a few minutes later that Angie spoke again. "For the love of God, babe, let me change this station. I just can't stand this pop music crap."
Rayne made a noncommittal noise, and felt Angie stretch underneath her to reach the clock radio. After a moment of static and a few other stations, Angie finally found one she seemed to deem worthy. A song she didn't know was playing, something country and slow. It would be a good song to dance with someone to, she thought, wondering if Angie would.
When Angie started laughing under her breath, Rayne leaned back to curiously look down at her. "What?"
"This song," she answered, like that really told her anything. Angie started singing along with the radio, and Rayne finally knew what she meant when she started paying attention to the lyrics. "I've got a woman who's good enough to give me a second chance again, and startin' today, all I'm gonna be is her man."
Challenge: Cola #9 (it’s everywhere you want to be), Cranberry #6 (The Hierophant - Reverse: Unconventionality, unorthodoxy)
Toppings/Extra: Gummy Bunnies (G1: Domestic bliss), Malt (Bring me somewhere you can be yourself--and I mean, REALLY yourself.)
Word Count: 1,006
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Completely inspired by 'Her Man' by Gary Allan, which is one of my main Angie/Rayne songs. Very glad Angie finally let me write this, since it's important to her character.
Story: Phase; the title of this is 'Her Man.'
Summary: Angie comes out to Rayne in her own way.
Cigarette smoke curled lazily in the air above them. Rayne watched a smoke ring slowly float away and break apart before stubbing out what was left of her last cigarette in an ashtray on the night stand. The clock radio next to it told her that it was sometime after two a.m., and some techno sounding song that she didn't care enough to listen to played from the speakers. "You're going to have to run out and get me some more cigarettes if you want to have sex again," she told Angie, who was lying back against her, with her head on Rayne's chest.
Lightly, Angie shrugged. "How about I let you smoke some of my Marlboros and I'll get you some more tomorrow?"
"How about I cut you off?" Rayne asked in response, to which Angie only laughed. She wondered if she should be annoyed at that, before deciding not to be. She had a right to laugh about that. "You can be amused by that as much as you want. You would still be the one to cave first. Besides, I know you'd miss certain parts of me. Considering the majority of reactions I've gotten since puberty, I'd say you're lying on two of them."
Slowly, Angie grinned. "Babe, I will never deny that you hold all power over me, but you will never guess what my favorite part of you is." She slid up just a bit, turning her head to kiss Rayne's collarbone. "Believe it or not, I'm not much of a breast person. Yours are absolutely amazing, but they're not my favorite part of you."
"That's actually very nice to hear." There was a beat, and then, "This favorite body part of yours. I hope it isn't vulgar."
"You love me when I'm vulgar."
"I love you all the time, but there is a difference between vulgar and..."
"Asking me fuck you harder loud enough for the people upstairs to hear?" Angie finished for her, grin widening. Rayne casually flipped her off in response. "Like I was saying," Angie murmured, lightly tracing her fingertips in swirling designs along Rayne's ribcage, "you have the most amazing rack I've ever seen. It's still not my favorite part about you."
She grabbed Angie's hand before it could wander too far, linking their fingers together. "Lucky for you, the Tits Fairy didn't pay you a visit. That would have probably made the butch lesbian thing you do so well very difficult." Angie hummed in response, and they fell into a comfortable lapse of conversation, music from the radio the only noise in the apartment.
"You know..." Rayne looked down when Angie spoke again, and started combing her fingers through Angie's hair. "That term doesn't really fit me," Angie continued after a moment.
"Butch?" she asked, confused.
"Lesbian. I think maybe just queer?" Angie asked it like she was asking herself more than Rayne. "I don't know, nobody really asks if I'm straight. The answer is sort of obvious."
"Why not?"
"Because I haven't looked straight since I started cutting my own hair." At her confused look, Angie realized what she had meant. It was unsettling when Angie suddenly refused to meet her gaze. "Oh. Well... Lesbian. It's girls liking girls, isn't it? I'm... not really a girl."
Oh. Rayne continued to run her fingers through Angie's hair. "That explains a few things. Are you a boy?"
"Ugh." She supposed that answered that. "No. I'm just... Angie."
Rayne smiled. "I think I prefer Angie to anything else." Angie immediately relaxed, shooting her a grin that had more than a few promises behind it, and she shivered. "So, is 'she' wrong?" Rayne asked, while she knew she still had the ability to.
"Yes, and no." Rolling off of her, Angie propped up on one elbow, leaning her head in her hand. "It's not right, but I don't personally care. Most people are too stupid to bother explaining it to, anyway."
"Do you want me to call you something else?" Rayne questioned again.
Angie kissed her instead of immediately answering, rolling them over and tangling a hand in Rayne's hair as she did so. "Call me yours, and I don't care if you call me Fido."
"Can I call you my man?"
Slowly, Angie smiled. "As long as you’re my girl."
"You know the answer to that," she answered, leaning down to kiss Angie again, just lips. It wasn't a surprise when Angie wrapped her arms around her and kept her close. "I told you, cigarettes before sex," she murmured, not attempting to pull away.
"Why do you always think I'm trying to fuck you?"
She leaned her forehead against Angie's, laughing breathily. "Because you are."
"Not right now, I'm not." Angie ran a hand down Rayne's spine, pressing her palm against the small of her back. "Right now, I'm laying in bed with my girl, wondering what I did to deserve her." Rayne broadly smiled, and they fell into a comfortable silence again after she laid her head down on Angie's shoulder. It was a few minutes later that Angie spoke again. "For the love of God, babe, let me change this station. I just can't stand this pop music crap."
Rayne made a noncommittal noise, and felt Angie stretch underneath her to reach the clock radio. After a moment of static and a few other stations, Angie finally found one she seemed to deem worthy. A song she didn't know was playing, something country and slow. It would be a good song to dance with someone to, she thought, wondering if Angie would.
When Angie started laughing under her breath, Rayne leaned back to curiously look down at her. "What?"
"This song," she answered, like that really told her anything. Angie started singing along with the radio, and Rayne finally knew what she meant when she started paying attention to the lyrics. "I've got a woman who's good enough to give me a second chance again, and startin' today, all I'm gonna be is her man."