A Taste of You | PG13 | Belle de Jour
Title: A Taste of You
Prompt: Z is for Zinfandel
Challenge: A to Z Drabble Challenge
Fandom: Madame Anais/Belle de Jour, Belle de Jour
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 579
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I needed to take a little break from the larger piece I’m working on so I could get my scattered brain together. I hope I did all right with this pairing; I’m always nervous writing fandoms I’ve never written before. Let me know what you think!
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Madame Anais holds the glass of wine to Belle de Jour’s lips, watching with rapt attention as the blonde’s lips touch the glass and welcome the Zinfandel upon her tongue. Belle smiles around the mouthful of liquid.
“It’s very good,” Belle says after she swallows. Color rises high upon her cheekbones.
“Isn’t it?” Anais drinks from the glass, matching her lips to the impression of Belle’s lipstick. “I got it just for you.”
Belle blushes harder. “For me? Why?”
“Because you’re different than the other girls.”
Belle looks away and stares off, as she often does, but the flush of her cheeks extends to the rest of her face and the back of her neck, making her appear like a succulent fruit in her satin robe. She’s been with two clients today, and Anais can pick up the mixed scent of cologne, sweat, and sex. She yearns to taste it on Belle’s throat, breasts, belly, and thighs.
Anais pours herself a glass of the ruby liquid and hands Belle’s back to her. “To Belle de Jour.”
Belle looks down at her feet while the toast is made but allows her glass to be clinked. “Why to me?”
“You’ve been here for one month,” Anais announces. “Much longer than I thought you’d be.”
“A month?” The mark of time seems to sink into Belle then and her face changes. She becomes the woman she is outside of this house, the woman whose name Anais doesn’t know. Her face becomes drawn, thoughtful. It’s the same look that Belle once had before she disappeared for a week.
Anais cannot stand the thought of losing her again and touches her fingers to Belle’s chin. “I’m glad you’ve stayed. You’re very important to me.”
“Clients like me,” Belle points out quietly.
“I like you too,” Anais says, stroking her thumb over Belle’s cheek. “Don’t I count?”
“Of course you do.”
Anais can see the girl beginning to withdraw again. Panic swells in her chest at the thought of losing what she’s worked so hard to keep. “Show me,” she says, her voice hard.
Belle watches her for several minutes, her wide, innocent eyes flicking over Anais’s face as she gauges what it is that Anais is demanding. When it dawns on her, Belle’s face does not change. She simply closes the gap between them and kisses her softly, gently.
Anais closes her eyes and savors the kiss as she savors the wine, for she knows the taste of it will linger for only so long before it fades. She resents the plentiful wine, resents how intoxicated she could become off of it, when she knows she can have so little of the beautiful woman before her.
When Belle pulls away, she smiles shyly. “I have to change. It’s time for me to go.”
Anais nods, wishing that she would stay. She wonders who Belle becomes when she leaves the building, wonders who she goes home to. She watches as Belle politely sets down her glass and leaves the small room so she may collect her things in the closet.
In the next room, Belle de Jour is changing. Anais is alone with two full glasses of Zinfandel and a bottle that will more than likely go to waste. She won’t share it with the other girls. It’s a treat, something she intended to savor with Belle.
She sets down her own glass and picks up Belle’s. Anais will have to drink it alone.
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Prompt: Z is for Zinfandel
Challenge: A to Z Drabble Challenge
Fandom: Madame Anais/Belle de Jour, Belle de Jour
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 579
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I needed to take a little break from the larger piece I’m working on so I could get my scattered brain together. I hope I did all right with this pairing; I’m always nervous writing fandoms I’ve never written before. Let me know what you think!
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Madame Anais holds the glass of wine to Belle de Jour’s lips, watching with rapt attention as the blonde’s lips touch the glass and welcome the Zinfandel upon her tongue. Belle smiles around the mouthful of liquid.
“It’s very good,” Belle says after she swallows. Color rises high upon her cheekbones.
“Isn’t it?” Anais drinks from the glass, matching her lips to the impression of Belle’s lipstick. “I got it just for you.”
Belle blushes harder. “For me? Why?”
“Because you’re different than the other girls.”
Belle looks away and stares off, as she often does, but the flush of her cheeks extends to the rest of her face and the back of her neck, making her appear like a succulent fruit in her satin robe. She’s been with two clients today, and Anais can pick up the mixed scent of cologne, sweat, and sex. She yearns to taste it on Belle’s throat, breasts, belly, and thighs.
Anais pours herself a glass of the ruby liquid and hands Belle’s back to her. “To Belle de Jour.”
Belle looks down at her feet while the toast is made but allows her glass to be clinked. “Why to me?”
“You’ve been here for one month,” Anais announces. “Much longer than I thought you’d be.”
“A month?” The mark of time seems to sink into Belle then and her face changes. She becomes the woman she is outside of this house, the woman whose name Anais doesn’t know. Her face becomes drawn, thoughtful. It’s the same look that Belle once had before she disappeared for a week.
Anais cannot stand the thought of losing her again and touches her fingers to Belle’s chin. “I’m glad you’ve stayed. You’re very important to me.”
“Clients like me,” Belle points out quietly.
“I like you too,” Anais says, stroking her thumb over Belle’s cheek. “Don’t I count?”
“Of course you do.”
Anais can see the girl beginning to withdraw again. Panic swells in her chest at the thought of losing what she’s worked so hard to keep. “Show me,” she says, her voice hard.
Belle watches her for several minutes, her wide, innocent eyes flicking over Anais’s face as she gauges what it is that Anais is demanding. When it dawns on her, Belle’s face does not change. She simply closes the gap between them and kisses her softly, gently.
Anais closes her eyes and savors the kiss as she savors the wine, for she knows the taste of it will linger for only so long before it fades. She resents the plentiful wine, resents how intoxicated she could become off of it, when she knows she can have so little of the beautiful woman before her.
When Belle pulls away, she smiles shyly. “I have to change. It’s time for me to go.”
Anais nods, wishing that she would stay. She wonders who Belle becomes when she leaves the building, wonders who she goes home to. She watches as Belle politely sets down her glass and leaves the small room so she may collect her things in the closet.
In the next room, Belle de Jour is changing. Anais is alone with two full glasses of Zinfandel and a bottle that will more than likely go to waste. She won’t share it with the other girls. It’s a treat, something she intended to savor with Belle.
She sets down her own glass and picks up Belle’s. Anais will have to drink it alone.
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