Hello Distraction (Ugly Betty, Amanda/Betty)
Title: Hello Distraction
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Author: sheepfairy
Pairing: Amanda//Betty
Rating: R
Spoilers: Up to the last season finale.
Word count: ~1000
Prompt: secret - "this doesn't mean I like you."
Summary: Amanda tends to get grabby after a few drinks.
She doesn't go back to work until a week after Santos' funeral, and the morning she returns Amanda doesn't even make fun of her. She opens her mouth as if to make some scathing remark about the sweater that Betty's grandma spent a lot of time and effort making, but she closes it again.
A second later she simply says, "Somebody sent you a package. It's on your desk."
It's not exactly a condolence, and it's said with a heavy dose of disdain, but still. It's nice of her to make the effort.
*****
"Hey Betty, you doing anything tonight?" asks Amanda.
Her plan was to visit Daniel in the hospital, go home, have an awkward dinner with her family, and try desperately not to say anything that would set her sister off. Which really isn't much of plan, now that she thinks about it.
"No, not really."
"Want to hit the bar?"
"Wait, where's Marc?"
"Yeah, Wilhelmina has some problem with next month's spread and now she wants him to stay too. Now that she's in charge of everything she's riding him, like, all of the time. And that's the awesome thing about being a receptionist instead of an assistant! Nobody ever expects me to do anything important." Her voice is heavy with sarcasm, and if Betty liked Alexis' assistant more she'd warn him to watch his back when he goes down the stairs.
"I'm sure you'll be promoted someday, Amanda."
"Yeah, whatever. It's not like I care. But seriously, I want some fancy shots, and even being seen with you is better than going by myself..."
Typical Amanda and her severely backhanded compliments. But Betty has to admit, fancy shots do sound nice at a time like this. "Okay, I'll go. But I can't stay out too late, okay?"
"Fantastic! I'll call you when I'm done with work."
*****
"Oh, Betty. I understand this is a difficult time for you, but if you really wanted to go out boozing that badly you could have just asked me."
"It's not like that! She asked me. And, I mean, I could stand to get out of the house some. It's depressing."
Christina looks skeptical, but she's never been one to discourage Betty from living it up. "Just watch out for her. She gets really handsy after she's had a drink or two."
"How would you know?"
"What? I just listen to the gossip, that's all. Now go fetch me the red lace trimming, I need to have this dress fixed by three."
*****
Betty's heard the jokes about two-beer-queers before, but this is absolutely ridiculous.
"So," says Amanda, pulling her jacket apart and arching her back. "What do you think? Because Marc has been dropping hints about plastic surgery, but I think he's just being a catty bitch. It's not like I've ever had complaints before. And, I mean, it's not even like he appreciates cleavage in the first place."
"Your boobs are fine, Amanda. I can tell, because a lot of people are staring."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Amanda as she leans forward onto Betty. One of her hands is on Betty's shoulder, and the other is uncomfortably high up on her thigh.
"Do you remember what I just said five minutes ago about personal space?"
"Oh, come on Suarez! You've never done anything fun in your whole damn life. Never!"
"Okay," says Betty. She's not sure if it's the shots she had, or Christina's bad influence, or some crazy hypnosis thing that Amanda uses to trick people into sex. But right now she can either go home and try to deal with her sister's problems or she can stay here and have a good time, and the second option is looking better every second. And she has to admit, once she gets past the personal space issues, it is kind of nice having someone's hand on her thigh. "Okay, yeah."
"Awesome," slurs Amanda, and then she sticks her hand way up Betty's skirt.
"But not in the bar! Can you even remember where your apartment is?"
*****
Apparently Amanda does remember where her apartment is, even though they take a few wrong turns on the way. By the time they get in the door Betty's alcohol buzz is starting to wear off, but it's been replaced by that flushed feeling of going along with something that's probably not a very good idea but promises to be fun anyway. It's not a feeling Betty lets herself experience often.
Amanda's apartment is small, cramped, and littered with clothes. Betty tries to pick her way across the floor without stepping on anything, but Amanda doesn't really seem to care.
"See? We're in private now. Are you good, or are you going to go all girl scout on me?"
Instead of answering Betty just kisses her, because it seems like a good idea given the situation. It lasts for a while, and it's not quite as frantic as Betty was expecting, but it's deep and it's nice. She's starting to figure out why Daniel spent so long with Amanda, despite her personality.
"Oh my God, those braces. Those are freaking awful, Suarez," says Amanda when she breaks away, but for all of her complaining she doesn't seem all that upset.
"Oh, and just so you know? This doesn't mean I like you."
"I hadn't jumped to that conclusion," says Betty.
"Good. I'm glad we're both on the same page," says Amanda as she pushes Betty towards the bed. "Because I don't want this to be all awkward in the morning." Her hand snakes it's way up Betty's skirt again, and this time Betty doesn't complain. "And did I mention how glad I am that you're not wearing those awful tights for once?"
"You di-," says Betty, but the last half of her sentence gets lost as Amanda slips her finger in underneath Betty's underwear and strokes her clit. Her hips jerk up at the second stroke, and Amanda smirks at her.
"Yeah, I know. I'm really good at this. But you're not allowed to tell anybody, okay?"
*****
When Betty comes in for work the next day Amanda says, "Morning, lesbo," without even bothering to look up from her magazine.
"Good Morning, Amanda," says Betty, rolling her eyes. It's nice to see that some things never change.
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Author: sheepfairy
Pairing: Amanda//Betty
Rating: R
Spoilers: Up to the last season finale.
Word count: ~1000
Prompt: secret - "this doesn't mean I like you."
Summary: Amanda tends to get grabby after a few drinks.
She doesn't go back to work until a week after Santos' funeral, and the morning she returns Amanda doesn't even make fun of her. She opens her mouth as if to make some scathing remark about the sweater that Betty's grandma spent a lot of time and effort making, but she closes it again.
A second later she simply says, "Somebody sent you a package. It's on your desk."
It's not exactly a condolence, and it's said with a heavy dose of disdain, but still. It's nice of her to make the effort.
*****
"Hey Betty, you doing anything tonight?" asks Amanda.
Her plan was to visit Daniel in the hospital, go home, have an awkward dinner with her family, and try desperately not to say anything that would set her sister off. Which really isn't much of plan, now that she thinks about it.
"No, not really."
"Want to hit the bar?"
"Wait, where's Marc?"
"Yeah, Wilhelmina has some problem with next month's spread and now she wants him to stay too. Now that she's in charge of everything she's riding him, like, all of the time. And that's the awesome thing about being a receptionist instead of an assistant! Nobody ever expects me to do anything important." Her voice is heavy with sarcasm, and if Betty liked Alexis' assistant more she'd warn him to watch his back when he goes down the stairs.
"I'm sure you'll be promoted someday, Amanda."
"Yeah, whatever. It's not like I care. But seriously, I want some fancy shots, and even being seen with you is better than going by myself..."
Typical Amanda and her severely backhanded compliments. But Betty has to admit, fancy shots do sound nice at a time like this. "Okay, I'll go. But I can't stay out too late, okay?"
"Fantastic! I'll call you when I'm done with work."
*****
"Oh, Betty. I understand this is a difficult time for you, but if you really wanted to go out boozing that badly you could have just asked me."
"It's not like that! She asked me. And, I mean, I could stand to get out of the house some. It's depressing."
Christina looks skeptical, but she's never been one to discourage Betty from living it up. "Just watch out for her. She gets really handsy after she's had a drink or two."
"How would you know?"
"What? I just listen to the gossip, that's all. Now go fetch me the red lace trimming, I need to have this dress fixed by three."
*****
Betty's heard the jokes about two-beer-queers before, but this is absolutely ridiculous.
"So," says Amanda, pulling her jacket apart and arching her back. "What do you think? Because Marc has been dropping hints about plastic surgery, but I think he's just being a catty bitch. It's not like I've ever had complaints before. And, I mean, it's not even like he appreciates cleavage in the first place."
"Your boobs are fine, Amanda. I can tell, because a lot of people are staring."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Amanda as she leans forward onto Betty. One of her hands is on Betty's shoulder, and the other is uncomfortably high up on her thigh.
"Do you remember what I just said five minutes ago about personal space?"
"Oh, come on Suarez! You've never done anything fun in your whole damn life. Never!"
"Okay," says Betty. She's not sure if it's the shots she had, or Christina's bad influence, or some crazy hypnosis thing that Amanda uses to trick people into sex. But right now she can either go home and try to deal with her sister's problems or she can stay here and have a good time, and the second option is looking better every second. And she has to admit, once she gets past the personal space issues, it is kind of nice having someone's hand on her thigh. "Okay, yeah."
"Awesome," slurs Amanda, and then she sticks her hand way up Betty's skirt.
"But not in the bar! Can you even remember where your apartment is?"
*****
Apparently Amanda does remember where her apartment is, even though they take a few wrong turns on the way. By the time they get in the door Betty's alcohol buzz is starting to wear off, but it's been replaced by that flushed feeling of going along with something that's probably not a very good idea but promises to be fun anyway. It's not a feeling Betty lets herself experience often.
Amanda's apartment is small, cramped, and littered with clothes. Betty tries to pick her way across the floor without stepping on anything, but Amanda doesn't really seem to care.
"See? We're in private now. Are you good, or are you going to go all girl scout on me?"
Instead of answering Betty just kisses her, because it seems like a good idea given the situation. It lasts for a while, and it's not quite as frantic as Betty was expecting, but it's deep and it's nice. She's starting to figure out why Daniel spent so long with Amanda, despite her personality.
"Oh my God, those braces. Those are freaking awful, Suarez," says Amanda when she breaks away, but for all of her complaining she doesn't seem all that upset.
"Oh, and just so you know? This doesn't mean I like you."
"I hadn't jumped to that conclusion," says Betty.
"Good. I'm glad we're both on the same page," says Amanda as she pushes Betty towards the bed. "Because I don't want this to be all awkward in the morning." Her hand snakes it's way up Betty's skirt again, and this time Betty doesn't complain. "And did I mention how glad I am that you're not wearing those awful tights for once?"
"You di-," says Betty, but the last half of her sentence gets lost as Amanda slips her finger in underneath Betty's underwear and strokes her clit. Her hips jerk up at the second stroke, and Amanda smirks at her.
"Yeah, I know. I'm really good at this. But you're not allowed to tell anybody, okay?"
*****
When Betty comes in for work the next day Amanda says, "Morning, lesbo," without even bothering to look up from her magazine.
"Good Morning, Amanda," says Betty, rolling her eyes. It's nice to see that some things never change.