Fan Fiction - Seeing Red - Cami/Davina (The Originals) - 1/1
Title: Seeing Red
Fandom: The Originals
Pairing: Cami O'Connell/Davina Claire
Rating: G
Word count: 180
A/N: Future fic, established relationship. No spoilers. Written for drabbletag round 5 at femslash100.
Summary: Davina gets angry after seeing Cami with another woman.
“Davina, come back” Cami called after her rapidly retreating girlfriend.
“Leave me alone, Cami!” Davina shouted over her shoulder as she continued to make her way down the crowded street.
“But I don’t understand. What’s wrong?” asked Cami, jogging to catch up with the brunette.
Her question made Davina stop in her tracks. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is I show up at the bar to surprise you after work and catch you flirting with a customer.” The sight of Cami chatting up a tall redhead had been enough to send Davina storming out of Rousseau’s.
“Is that what this is about? You saw me talking to a customer and got jealous? Davina, I’m a bartender, I have to talk to customers or they don’t tip me.”
Davina sighed. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I like seeing it.”
“Davina, you know you’re the only girl for me.”
“I suppose maybe I overreacted a little” said the witch in a small voice.
“Just a little?” Both women laughed, before sharing a kiss. “C’mon, I think we could both use a drink.”
Fandom: The Originals
Pairing: Cami O'Connell/Davina Claire
Rating: G
Word count: 180
A/N: Future fic, established relationship. No spoilers. Written for drabbletag round 5 at femslash100.
Summary: Davina gets angry after seeing Cami with another woman.
“Davina, come back” Cami called after her rapidly retreating girlfriend.
“Leave me alone, Cami!” Davina shouted over her shoulder as she continued to make her way down the crowded street.
“But I don’t understand. What’s wrong?” asked Cami, jogging to catch up with the brunette.
Her question made Davina stop in her tracks. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is I show up at the bar to surprise you after work and catch you flirting with a customer.” The sight of Cami chatting up a tall redhead had been enough to send Davina storming out of Rousseau’s.
“Is that what this is about? You saw me talking to a customer and got jealous? Davina, I’m a bartender, I have to talk to customers or they don’t tip me.”
Davina sighed. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I like seeing it.”
“Davina, you know you’re the only girl for me.”
“I suppose maybe I overreacted a little” said the witch in a small voice.
“Just a little?” Both women laughed, before sharing a kiss. “C’mon, I think we could both use a drink.”