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Title: Smells Like School Spirit
Fandom: St Trinians
Pairing: Annabel/Kelly
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The latest film, nothing major
Summary: "What is this place, some kind of lesbian orgy with school ties?"
She's never been to a school disco like this before. For one thing, there aren't any boys. Even CLC invited the best and brightest that Eton and Rubgy had to offer, but no-one at St Trinians seems to care.
"Boys just get in the way," Kelly smiles. When Annabel asks her about Flash Harry, she snorts and says "Business, darling. For pleasure, I look a little closer to home."
"Oh," Annabel nods politely. Then - "oh." She looks around the room frantically, trying to think of something to say, when her gaze stops on Miss Cleaver and that drip of an English teacher, Miss Whatever-her-name-was. Kissing. Snogging each other's faces off, really.
She whirls around. "What is this place, some kind of lesbian orgy with school ties?" she hisses at Kelly.
Kelly just winks, "Only if you're lucky."
She thinks about Verity Thwaites and the rumours she spread about Annabel and that French exchange student, and then thinks that Kelly is a lot prettier than Monique. She wonders what her father would say, and then remembers that from what Flash implied, his daughter's sexuality wasn't going to be at the top of his list of priorities. Not that she'd ever been top of his list of priorities.
Kelly's just standing there, swaying her hips to the music, all raised eyebrows and red lipstick. "So what do you think?" she asks, smirking.
Annabel doesn't bother to think. "When in Rome", she shrugs, and kisses Kelly hard on the mouth.
Cheltenham Ladies College was never like this. She's a real St Trinian's girl now.
Fandom: St Trinians
Pairing: Annabel/Kelly
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The latest film, nothing major
Summary: "What is this place, some kind of lesbian orgy with school ties?"
She's never been to a school disco like this before. For one thing, there aren't any boys. Even CLC invited the best and brightest that Eton and Rubgy had to offer, but no-one at St Trinians seems to care.
"Boys just get in the way," Kelly smiles. When Annabel asks her about Flash Harry, she snorts and says "Business, darling. For pleasure, I look a little closer to home."
"Oh," Annabel nods politely. Then - "oh." She looks around the room frantically, trying to think of something to say, when her gaze stops on Miss Cleaver and that drip of an English teacher, Miss Whatever-her-name-was. Kissing. Snogging each other's faces off, really.
She whirls around. "What is this place, some kind of lesbian orgy with school ties?" she hisses at Kelly.
Kelly just winks, "Only if you're lucky."
She thinks about Verity Thwaites and the rumours she spread about Annabel and that French exchange student, and then thinks that Kelly is a lot prettier than Monique. She wonders what her father would say, and then remembers that from what Flash implied, his daughter's sexuality wasn't going to be at the top of his list of priorities. Not that she'd ever been top of his list of priorities.
Kelly's just standing there, swaying her hips to the music, all raised eyebrows and red lipstick. "So what do you think?" she asks, smirking.
Annabel doesn't bother to think. "When in Rome", she shrugs, and kisses Kelly hard on the mouth.
Cheltenham Ladies College was never like this. She's a real St Trinian's girl now.