Strawberry Banana #21, Chocolate Chili #9, Rocky Road #26
Author: winebabe
Title: This Body is a Jailhouse
Story: The Gemini Occurrence
Rating: PG-13 (Content: mention of sex but nothing actually depicted)
Flavor(s): Strawberry Banana #21: pillow talk; Chocolate Chili #9: yearning; Rocky Road #26: unholy place
Word Count: 1015
Summary: 2018; This is the closest thing to love Genevieve's felt, and the most pain she's ever been in.
Notes: Adelina Garland/Genevieve Kessler-Downing. Pre-canon. Takes place relatively soon after I Give With My Hands What I Say With My Eyes.
Genevieve drinks and drinks, because there's nothing else she can do. She thinks about the Death card, and she thinks about Adelina's lips against hers. It's been over a week and every time they're together, Genevieve aches inside. She can barely let Jude touch her, and when he does, she closes her eyes and pretends it's Adelina's soft, cool hands moving over her skin. She cries when she's alone, aching and scared, and isn't sure whether being with or without Adelina is easier.
Jude doesn't suspect a thing, and it excites Genevieve in ways she can't explain. She never expected to have an affair, but she realizes too late she doesn't love the man she's pledged her life to. She tells herself that there are extenuating circumstances, because he's not her soulmate. Of course, Adelina isn't, either, but she's a damn good way to pass the time.
Adelina comes over late in the morning, before her shift starts, and Genevieve greets her at the door in a silky lavender robe, already mildly intoxicated. "Did you just wake up?" she teases as she passes by Genevieve on her way inside.
Genevieve smiles. "Not unless I slept with my makeup on. Hi."
"Hi," Adelina echoes, and there's only a split second before they're intertwined, lips against lips, Adelina's fingers wound in Genevieve's hair.
Genevieve's hands go straight to Adelina's cheeks, keeping her close, feeling her warmth. She can feel the powdery-soft finish of Adelina's makeup under her thumbs. Adelina is everything Jude is not--soft, patient, sweet. Genevieve loves her because she's the opposite of everything she's had.
They move slowly, Genevieve walking backwards with her eyes closed, to the room with the daybed. The windows are open and the air smells salty; the lapping of the ocean drowns out their pounding heartbeats. The morning light casts an angelic glow over everything in the room, and even though it looks beautiful, Genevieve stops them just before they collapse onto the daybed.
"I want you," Genevieve says, and Adelina laughs.
"I never thought I'd be sleeping with a married woman."
Genevieve resists the urge to say she never thought she'd be sleeping with a woman, because it sounds borderline offensive. Adelina's sexual orientation is still a mystery to her; everything moved too fast and they were just struggling to go with the flow. It doesn't matter much, either. They're clearly attracted to each other, and that's good enough for Genevieve. She doesn't need to put labels on it.
"Is something wrong?" Adelina asks, reaching out to stroke her hand down the side of Genevieve's face.
"No," Genevieve is quick to respond. "Nothing's wrong. I just want to go upstairs, I think."
"Oh." Adelina shrugs. "Okay. We can go upstairs."
Genevieve grins and takes her by the hand, leading her up the staircase and into the bedroom she shares with Jude. It's the first time they've been up there together, usually choosing to spend their time in the sitting room, on the beach, or at the cafe down the street. Adelina is clearly impressed, taking her time as she scans the room. One of Jude's suits is still draped over the back of the chair near the window, and Genevieve takes pleasure in the knowledge that she's inviting someone else into their sacred space. She'll never tell Jude about herself and Adelina, but it still feels like payback.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Adelina asks, and Genevieve crosses the room to kiss her again.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she responds, and lets her robe fall to the floor.
Genevieve lies on her back after, watching starbursts against the ceiling above. She feels high, vaguely aware of biological processes and chemical reactions--whatever it is they're called--that happen after sex. Jude stayed true to his word and never touched her before their marriage, before she turned 18. By the time they'd consummated their marriage, Genevieve had already lost the starry-eyed adoration she used to look at him with. It wasn't magical. It wasn't special. It wasn't her first time, either.
With Adelina, she feels like she's reclaimed something she lost. Her heart flutters when she turns her head to look at the golden, glowing woman beside her. She feels like she's sharing space with an angel.
There's so much she wishes she could say. Adelina's curled on her side, looking content and heavenly with her eyes closed. Genevieve feels like she could watch her sleep. She feels at peace, just being with her, and there's an ache in the center of her chest as she realizes the moment won't last. Jude will return, and he'll take Adelina's place in bed, and Genevieve will have to pretend he's not the intruder.
"Are you alright?" Adelina asks, and it's only then that Genevieve realizes she's opened her eyes again.
"Yes," Genevieve says, and then swallows. "No. I don't--" A surge of emotion cuts her off, and suddenly she's crying, tears spilling over her cheeks, running straight down her cheekbones and collecting in her ears. She raises her hands to wipe them away, cut off the liquid trail, and Adelina's hand comes to rest on her bare shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay, Geni." Adelina rubs her skin, and when Genevieve finally looks her way, she's more heartbroken by the look of concern on her friend's face. "I'm sorry. This was too much, wasn't it?"
"No, it's perfect. You are perfect." Words fail her. Genevieve can't find a way to express just how much she needs Adelina there, how she doesn't know what she'd do without her. She loves her, she thinks, might even be in love with her. There's no way to tell, though, beyond the surge of heat in her face when she thinks about kissing Adelina again, and she thinks maybe that's not enough. "I want you to stay with me," she says finally. "No matter what. I want us to always be friends, and I want us to always be together."
Adelina smiles, but she looks sad more than anything. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."
Title: This Body is a Jailhouse
Story: The Gemini Occurrence
Rating: PG-13 (Content: mention of sex but nothing actually depicted)
Flavor(s): Strawberry Banana #21: pillow talk; Chocolate Chili #9: yearning; Rocky Road #26: unholy place
Word Count: 1015
Summary: 2018; This is the closest thing to love Genevieve's felt, and the most pain she's ever been in.
Notes: Adelina Garland/Genevieve Kessler-Downing. Pre-canon. Takes place relatively soon after I Give With My Hands What I Say With My Eyes.
Genevieve drinks and drinks, because there's nothing else she can do. She thinks about the Death card, and she thinks about Adelina's lips against hers. It's been over a week and every time they're together, Genevieve aches inside. She can barely let Jude touch her, and when he does, she closes her eyes and pretends it's Adelina's soft, cool hands moving over her skin. She cries when she's alone, aching and scared, and isn't sure whether being with or without Adelina is easier.
Jude doesn't suspect a thing, and it excites Genevieve in ways she can't explain. She never expected to have an affair, but she realizes too late she doesn't love the man she's pledged her life to. She tells herself that there are extenuating circumstances, because he's not her soulmate. Of course, Adelina isn't, either, but she's a damn good way to pass the time.
Adelina comes over late in the morning, before her shift starts, and Genevieve greets her at the door in a silky lavender robe, already mildly intoxicated. "Did you just wake up?" she teases as she passes by Genevieve on her way inside.
Genevieve smiles. "Not unless I slept with my makeup on. Hi."
"Hi," Adelina echoes, and there's only a split second before they're intertwined, lips against lips, Adelina's fingers wound in Genevieve's hair.
Genevieve's hands go straight to Adelina's cheeks, keeping her close, feeling her warmth. She can feel the powdery-soft finish of Adelina's makeup under her thumbs. Adelina is everything Jude is not--soft, patient, sweet. Genevieve loves her because she's the opposite of everything she's had.
They move slowly, Genevieve walking backwards with her eyes closed, to the room with the daybed. The windows are open and the air smells salty; the lapping of the ocean drowns out their pounding heartbeats. The morning light casts an angelic glow over everything in the room, and even though it looks beautiful, Genevieve stops them just before they collapse onto the daybed.
"I want you," Genevieve says, and Adelina laughs.
"I never thought I'd be sleeping with a married woman."
Genevieve resists the urge to say she never thought she'd be sleeping with a woman, because it sounds borderline offensive. Adelina's sexual orientation is still a mystery to her; everything moved too fast and they were just struggling to go with the flow. It doesn't matter much, either. They're clearly attracted to each other, and that's good enough for Genevieve. She doesn't need to put labels on it.
"Is something wrong?" Adelina asks, reaching out to stroke her hand down the side of Genevieve's face.
"No," Genevieve is quick to respond. "Nothing's wrong. I just want to go upstairs, I think."
"Oh." Adelina shrugs. "Okay. We can go upstairs."
Genevieve grins and takes her by the hand, leading her up the staircase and into the bedroom she shares with Jude. It's the first time they've been up there together, usually choosing to spend their time in the sitting room, on the beach, or at the cafe down the street. Adelina is clearly impressed, taking her time as she scans the room. One of Jude's suits is still draped over the back of the chair near the window, and Genevieve takes pleasure in the knowledge that she's inviting someone else into their sacred space. She'll never tell Jude about herself and Adelina, but it still feels like payback.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Adelina asks, and Genevieve crosses the room to kiss her again.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she responds, and lets her robe fall to the floor.
Genevieve lies on her back after, watching starbursts against the ceiling above. She feels high, vaguely aware of biological processes and chemical reactions--whatever it is they're called--that happen after sex. Jude stayed true to his word and never touched her before their marriage, before she turned 18. By the time they'd consummated their marriage, Genevieve had already lost the starry-eyed adoration she used to look at him with. It wasn't magical. It wasn't special. It wasn't her first time, either.
With Adelina, she feels like she's reclaimed something she lost. Her heart flutters when she turns her head to look at the golden, glowing woman beside her. She feels like she's sharing space with an angel.
There's so much she wishes she could say. Adelina's curled on her side, looking content and heavenly with her eyes closed. Genevieve feels like she could watch her sleep. She feels at peace, just being with her, and there's an ache in the center of her chest as she realizes the moment won't last. Jude will return, and he'll take Adelina's place in bed, and Genevieve will have to pretend he's not the intruder.
"Are you alright?" Adelina asks, and it's only then that Genevieve realizes she's opened her eyes again.
"Yes," Genevieve says, and then swallows. "No. I don't--" A surge of emotion cuts her off, and suddenly she's crying, tears spilling over her cheeks, running straight down her cheekbones and collecting in her ears. She raises her hands to wipe them away, cut off the liquid trail, and Adelina's hand comes to rest on her bare shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay, Geni." Adelina rubs her skin, and when Genevieve finally looks her way, she's more heartbroken by the look of concern on her friend's face. "I'm sorry. This was too much, wasn't it?"
"No, it's perfect. You are perfect." Words fail her. Genevieve can't find a way to express just how much she needs Adelina there, how she doesn't know what she'd do without her. She loves her, she thinks, might even be in love with her. There's no way to tell, though, beyond the surge of heat in her face when she thinks about kissing Adelina again, and she thinks maybe that's not enough. "I want you to stay with me," she says finally. "No matter what. I want us to always be friends, and I want us to always be together."
Adelina smiles, but she looks sad more than anything. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."