Original: "Soap for my hands (but none for my sins)." Femslash
Logged into my livejournal for the first time in nearly a year to see this community actually had some activity, so this little ficlet is dedicated to yuliares for inspiring me. Haven't finished anything in a while, so this was a refreshing little exercise. Hope there's someone still about to read it XP Please ignore any and all liberties (of which I'm sure there are many) that I've taken with a morgue employee.
Word Count: 571
Summary: Lane was just trying to clean up after a busy day at work.
The water ran red in the sink, the bar of rough soap leaving pale streaks on her hands.
“Did you kill someone?”
Lane turned to look over her shoulder in astonishment. “Why do you ask me that every time?”
Kelly shrugged, crossing to lean against the counter. “It looks like maybe you killed someone every time. I just wanted to double check whether I needed to pack to go on the run. I have a load of clothes in the wash and I wouldn’t want to leave my favorite pair of jeans.”
Lane rolled her eyes, turning back to grab the nail brush. “You wound me. So little faith in my abilities, even after all this time.”
“It’s just a little concerning when you walk in with blood on your chin.” Kelly hoisted herself onto the counter, heels kicking loudly against the cabinets. “Not that it isn’t a remarkably good look on you, but it also kinda gives off slight serial killer vibes. Just saying.”
Lane put the nail brush down with a soft clink and arched a brow. “You’re being awfully judgey for someone who I know already pulled one of those blood bags out of the freezer to thaw.”
Kelly grinned, fast and sharp, gratuitously flashing her canines. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Lane startled, fumbling the soap with a hollow think against the sink basin. She bobbled it back into its dish before she could drop it again, focusing down on the blood caked under her nails and trying not to notice as Kelly turned to look at her intently. She could feel a flush crawling up her neck and the charged silence between them indicated that Kelly had definitely noticed.
“Oh. My. God. Oh my god. You do. You love me.”
Lane picked at her nails, refusing to look at Kelly as the flush climbed higher. “It’s not as though that should come as a surprise. We’ve been dating for more than a year.”
Kelly squawked, batting the statement away with a hand and nearly smacking Lane in the process. “Well, but, you’ve never said it!”
Lane let her hands drop, turning to stare incredulously. “I rather thought I was being obvious by exsanguinating cadavers at work and bringing blood home for you. Or is that something your casual friends and partners have done for you before?”
“No, but…” Kelly waffled, obviously searching for words. “You’re feeding then too. I figured you were already there, so maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal to bring the blood home.”
Lane snorted before she’d even thought about it. “Eating a few organs unsuitable for transplants while I’m still at work is a fair sight easier than storing and smuggling out a dozen blood bags. I bought a cooler just for bringing the bags home.”
There was a pregnant pause.
“So is this a weird time to say ‘I love you back’?”
Lane grinned, tension bleeding away. “As opposed to saying it when you’re halfway through your blood Capri Sun like usual?”
Kelly hopped off the counter with a giggle, throwing her arms around Lane’s neck in a bouncing hug. “Yeah, I think maybe today is a day that deserves ‘I love you’ twice.” She smiled sharply, laughing as Lane knowingly dodged the nip to the side of her neck. “And I’m excited to show you just how much I mean it later.”
Lane’s answering smirk was ghoulish.
Word Count: 571
Summary: Lane was just trying to clean up after a busy day at work.
The water ran red in the sink, the bar of rough soap leaving pale streaks on her hands.
“Did you kill someone?”
Lane turned to look over her shoulder in astonishment. “Why do you ask me that every time?”
Kelly shrugged, crossing to lean against the counter. “It looks like maybe you killed someone every time. I just wanted to double check whether I needed to pack to go on the run. I have a load of clothes in the wash and I wouldn’t want to leave my favorite pair of jeans.”
Lane rolled her eyes, turning back to grab the nail brush. “You wound me. So little faith in my abilities, even after all this time.”
“It’s just a little concerning when you walk in with blood on your chin.” Kelly hoisted herself onto the counter, heels kicking loudly against the cabinets. “Not that it isn’t a remarkably good look on you, but it also kinda gives off slight serial killer vibes. Just saying.”
Lane put the nail brush down with a soft clink and arched a brow. “You’re being awfully judgey for someone who I know already pulled one of those blood bags out of the freezer to thaw.”
Kelly grinned, fast and sharp, gratuitously flashing her canines. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Lane startled, fumbling the soap with a hollow think against the sink basin. She bobbled it back into its dish before she could drop it again, focusing down on the blood caked under her nails and trying not to notice as Kelly turned to look at her intently. She could feel a flush crawling up her neck and the charged silence between them indicated that Kelly had definitely noticed.
“Oh. My. God. Oh my god. You do. You love me.”
Lane picked at her nails, refusing to look at Kelly as the flush climbed higher. “It’s not as though that should come as a surprise. We’ve been dating for more than a year.”
Kelly squawked, batting the statement away with a hand and nearly smacking Lane in the process. “Well, but, you’ve never said it!”
Lane let her hands drop, turning to stare incredulously. “I rather thought I was being obvious by exsanguinating cadavers at work and bringing blood home for you. Or is that something your casual friends and partners have done for you before?”
“No, but…” Kelly waffled, obviously searching for words. “You’re feeding then too. I figured you were already there, so maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal to bring the blood home.”
Lane snorted before she’d even thought about it. “Eating a few organs unsuitable for transplants while I’m still at work is a fair sight easier than storing and smuggling out a dozen blood bags. I bought a cooler just for bringing the bags home.”
There was a pregnant pause.
“So is this a weird time to say ‘I love you back’?”
Lane grinned, tension bleeding away. “As opposed to saying it when you’re halfway through your blood Capri Sun like usual?”
Kelly hopped off the counter with a giggle, throwing her arms around Lane’s neck in a bouncing hug. “Yeah, I think maybe today is a day that deserves ‘I love you’ twice.” She smiled sharply, laughing as Lane knowingly dodged the nip to the side of her neck. “And I’m excited to show you just how much I mean it later.”
Lane’s answering smirk was ghoulish.