[Writing] Five People Ginia Kissed
Title: Five People Ginia Kissed
Rating: PG-13 (mild language, references to sex, femslash)
Word count: 930
Author's notes: Came about as a quick study in all of Ginia's relationships in her present verses (Jean/Ginia, Shinohara/Ginia, Tom/Ginia) and two what-ifs (Anko/Ginia and one-sided Ginia/Evan).
In my mind, while Jean/Ginia is it's own canon entirely, Shinohara/Ginia and the drabble with Evan are past events in her history of dating. Either way, it was fun to write and I apologize for any character butchery.
I.
Ginia's never been one for routine, but the regularity and near expectancy of Jean's kisses are something she's come to enjoy. She can count on him to sweep her into his arms and kiss her, pouring every inch of love, passion, life, and living he carries in his heart into her each and every time with all the feelings returned in full. Even the chaste kisses to her cheek and forehead as they cuddle together while watching a movie or sprawl out in bed as they read a book serve as silent promises of his devotion and dedication.
In the chaos and turmoil of her life, he's a new foundation poured out for her to build and grow on, a reminder that all broken things can be rebuilt into something new, if not better. And every night as she lays in their bed with his arms around her, Ginia falls asleep to thoughts of a happy future together with the man she'll be proud to call her husband.
II.
Shinohara's ability to be a stoic, serious-faced, statue of a man one moment and a light-hearted, lovable, goofball of a boy the next moment brings no end of amusement to Ginia. It's not so surprising he's composed of so many layers as appearances are important in Japanese culture and work and professionalism surrounded them so much. However, the moments where a grin flickers across his face and he casually slips in an invitation to dinner while discussing her transportation and security arrangements never fails to make her smile.
He's also a fantastic lover. Whether it's a spontaneous and animalistic fuck in the office atop either of their desks, a slower dedicated night in the comfort of an apartment, or a clandestine meeting within dreams, Ginia's never left feeling unsatisfied. Even the nights where they don't have sex but simply lay together, enjoying the silence and comfort of each other's company is enough for her.
It's a pity they're both married to their careers; Ginia thinks she could eventually love him.
III.
Ginia is familiar with all the kinds of kisses a person can offer: passionate wet kisses that leave her weak in the knees and quivering for more; rough, biting kisses with more blood than saliva; awkward, shy kisses that usually end in blushing cheeks and apologetic laughs; emotionless that meant nothing at all; and everything in between.
What Tom brings is sincerity. He's not the best kisser he's had, something she chalks up to relative inexperience and she's more than glad to teach him, but he is sincere and gentle. It's not the gentleness of someone placing a glass figurine on a display case to be eternally admired, but someone who recognizes even fractured figurines can be put back together and still be just as beautiful as they once were.
It's something she thinks to herself as she lays in his arms each night. It doesn't matter what kind of lovers she may have had in the past; all she wants is him.
IV.
Anko is a woman of cherry chapstick, sun-kissed sweat, grass-stains on short skirts, whiskey-laced kisses, and backs scratched bloody and Ginia wouldn't have it any other way. She feels alive around her, honest and true without any pretense or falsehoods. They're two women on a mission of awesomness and damn anyone who might get in their way because they aren't stopping any time soon.
Sometimes Ginia wonders if she's being unfair by comparing Anko to Erika. There's no doubting Erika would have loved Anko and the two of them would have become a disastrous duo as dangerous as any tornado, earthquake, and hurricane combined, and the three of them would have gotten along swimmingly. But those thoughts fade as Ginia quickly remembers why Anko is not Erika and that's because she never thought about having sex with Erika.
It's fantastic sex too, raw and uninhabited with no strings attached because sometimes that's how things go. (Though if there ever were strings to get tangled up in, Ginia realizes she really wouldn't mind at all.) Women know what women want and dammit if they don't know what each other need as they tussle in bed or in a back alley or right on the dance floor under the cover of gyrating bodies and flashing lights.
Anko is easily the best lover Ginia's ever and also one of the best friends too, a dangerous line to cross and blur, but Ginia knows she doesn't mind and won't hold anything either.
Skies go on forever. Stars are destined to burn out sooner or later.
V.
Evan opens the door to a frantic pounding and clawing and falls back as Ginia launches herself at him, arms around him as she kisses the hell out of him. She smells like cigarette smoke and gunpowder and tastes like whiskey and blood and Evan tears her off him before she can tear off his clothing, staring at her as he holds her at arm's length.
It's the first time, he realizes, he's ever seen her fall apart and as she cries and lowers her head, he pulls her back in, rocking her on the bare wood floor of his apartment as she cries and shakes. When she's calmed down enough, he carries her back to her apartment, tucks her into bed, and quietly sings her to sleep.
He keeps watch all night.
By the morning he's gone, a glass of water and a packet of aspirin left on the nightstand.
They never discuss it.
For her pride's sake, he claims it never happened.
Rating: PG-13 (mild language, references to sex, femslash)
Word count: 930
Author's notes: Came about as a quick study in all of Ginia's relationships in her present verses (Jean/Ginia, Shinohara/Ginia, Tom/Ginia) and two what-ifs (Anko/Ginia and one-sided Ginia/Evan).
In my mind, while Jean/Ginia is it's own canon entirely, Shinohara/Ginia and the drabble with Evan are past events in her history of dating. Either way, it was fun to write and I apologize for any character butchery.
I.
Ginia's never been one for routine, but the regularity and near expectancy of Jean's kisses are something she's come to enjoy. She can count on him to sweep her into his arms and kiss her, pouring every inch of love, passion, life, and living he carries in his heart into her each and every time with all the feelings returned in full. Even the chaste kisses to her cheek and forehead as they cuddle together while watching a movie or sprawl out in bed as they read a book serve as silent promises of his devotion and dedication.
In the chaos and turmoil of her life, he's a new foundation poured out for her to build and grow on, a reminder that all broken things can be rebuilt into something new, if not better. And every night as she lays in their bed with his arms around her, Ginia falls asleep to thoughts of a happy future together with the man she'll be proud to call her husband.
II.
Shinohara's ability to be a stoic, serious-faced, statue of a man one moment and a light-hearted, lovable, goofball of a boy the next moment brings no end of amusement to Ginia. It's not so surprising he's composed of so many layers as appearances are important in Japanese culture and work and professionalism surrounded them so much. However, the moments where a grin flickers across his face and he casually slips in an invitation to dinner while discussing her transportation and security arrangements never fails to make her smile.
He's also a fantastic lover. Whether it's a spontaneous and animalistic fuck in the office atop either of their desks, a slower dedicated night in the comfort of an apartment, or a clandestine meeting within dreams, Ginia's never left feeling unsatisfied. Even the nights where they don't have sex but simply lay together, enjoying the silence and comfort of each other's company is enough for her.
It's a pity they're both married to their careers; Ginia thinks she could eventually love him.
III.
Ginia is familiar with all the kinds of kisses a person can offer: passionate wet kisses that leave her weak in the knees and quivering for more; rough, biting kisses with more blood than saliva; awkward, shy kisses that usually end in blushing cheeks and apologetic laughs; emotionless that meant nothing at all; and everything in between.
What Tom brings is sincerity. He's not the best kisser he's had, something she chalks up to relative inexperience and she's more than glad to teach him, but he is sincere and gentle. It's not the gentleness of someone placing a glass figurine on a display case to be eternally admired, but someone who recognizes even fractured figurines can be put back together and still be just as beautiful as they once were.
It's something she thinks to herself as she lays in his arms each night. It doesn't matter what kind of lovers she may have had in the past; all she wants is him.
IV.
Anko is a woman of cherry chapstick, sun-kissed sweat, grass-stains on short skirts, whiskey-laced kisses, and backs scratched bloody and Ginia wouldn't have it any other way. She feels alive around her, honest and true without any pretense or falsehoods. They're two women on a mission of awesomness and damn anyone who might get in their way because they aren't stopping any time soon.
Sometimes Ginia wonders if she's being unfair by comparing Anko to Erika. There's no doubting Erika would have loved Anko and the two of them would have become a disastrous duo as dangerous as any tornado, earthquake, and hurricane combined, and the three of them would have gotten along swimmingly. But those thoughts fade as Ginia quickly remembers why Anko is not Erika and that's because she never thought about having sex with Erika.
It's fantastic sex too, raw and uninhabited with no strings attached because sometimes that's how things go. (Though if there ever were strings to get tangled up in, Ginia realizes she really wouldn't mind at all.) Women know what women want and dammit if they don't know what each other need as they tussle in bed or in a back alley or right on the dance floor under the cover of gyrating bodies and flashing lights.
Anko is easily the best lover Ginia's ever and also one of the best friends too, a dangerous line to cross and blur, but Ginia knows she doesn't mind and won't hold anything either.
Skies go on forever. Stars are destined to burn out sooner or later.
V.
Evan opens the door to a frantic pounding and clawing and falls back as Ginia launches herself at him, arms around him as she kisses the hell out of him. She smells like cigarette smoke and gunpowder and tastes like whiskey and blood and Evan tears her off him before she can tear off his clothing, staring at her as he holds her at arm's length.
It's the first time, he realizes, he's ever seen her fall apart and as she cries and lowers her head, he pulls her back in, rocking her on the bare wood floor of his apartment as she cries and shakes. When she's calmed down enough, he carries her back to her apartment, tucks her into bed, and quietly sings her to sleep.
He keeps watch all night.
By the morning he's gone, a glass of water and a packet of aspirin left on the nightstand.
They never discuss it.
For her pride's sake, he claims it never happened.