Erasure
I found this half-finished fic and who am I to deny an insistent femmeslashy muse?
Title: Erasure
Author: Heather
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Michelle/Chloe
Michelle parked her SUV, double-checking the address. After confirming that she had the right building, she headed inside in search of the apartment she was looking for. A bit of probing and rank-pulling later, Michelle was right outside the door of the correct number. She took out her phone and dialed the extension inside the apartment.
“Yeah?” The voice answered.
“It’s Michelle. Open your door.”
A moment later, it swung open. “Jesus, Michelle! Why did you have to sneak up here?”
Michelle shrugged. “It’s easier that way.”
“Well, come in, I guess.”
Michelle complied, stepping in and closing the door behind her. She glanced around at the predictably neat and unpredictably decorated apartment before turning to face its occupant.
“Chloe, I need help.”
“What do you want me to hack?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Michelle said distractedly, playing with her wedding band.
“Well then, I think you’ve come to the wrong person.”
“No, Chloe, I… I need to talk to Jack.”
“Jack?” Chloe was startled. Michelle and Tony had no direct contact with him-it looked far less suspicious if there was only one person who did-and although they regularly asked Chloe for updates, neither had ever expressed the need to speak with him directly. “Why?”
“It’s about Tony.”
Chloe felt a stone of dread drop in her stomach. This couldn’t be good. “What about Tony?”
Michelle flinched. “It’s… it’s kind of personal.”
Chloe sighed. “Well, if I’m going to get you in contact with a dead man whose existence compromises national security, I’m going to need a little more information than that.”
Michelle hesitated. “Chloe, I-” and then she burst into tears. Unnerved, Chloe tentatively extended a hand.
“Do you… do you want to sit down?”
Wordlessly, Michelle dropped into a chair and continued to cry. Chloe didn’t know how to handle this situation. She didn’t know how to handle any situation involving people. Damnit, why couldn’t Michelle just be a malfunctioning computer?
“Michelle… do you need anything?” Chloe asked uncertainly.
“I-I-I don’t know….”
“Michelle…” Chloe came up behind her and awkwardly placed a hand on Michelle’s back. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“I can’t- I can’t-”
“Just spit it out!”
“Tony, he … he… oh god, Chloe.”
Chloe came slowly to the front of the chair and put her hands on Michelle’s shoulders in a half-hug. “Michelle, whatever it is, we can try to work it out. Just tell me, okay? If you’re just going to sit here crying it’s not going to help. And that way you’re loosing body fluid, and that can actually increase emotional distress, so it would probably be better if…”
“Chloe.”
“God, okay, I’m sorry.” Still at a loss, Chloe tried to think of what would calm Michelle the hell down. “Look, do you need some chocolate?”
Michelle nodded, and Chloe left. She returned a moment later and handed Michelle a small bar before plopping down across from Michelle. Eagerly, Michelle ripped back the wrapper and took a bite, not bothering to savor. She needed it now. The tears began to dissipate and Chloe sighed loudly.
“Now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I think he slept with Jack,” she whispered.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Did you know?” Michelle asked, incredulous, through dissipating teas.
“No, but-well-the way they were with each other when they worked together-it always seemed like it was pushing the man-love envelope a little too far, y’know?”
“What do I do with this? What do you do when you find out your husband… when your husband fucked his best friend. Your friend. Jesus.”
“Well, talking to Jack isn’t going to do anything except endanger all four of us.”
“What am I supposed to do? I trusted him.”
“Yeah, and he trusts you.”
“I don’t even think what he did was cheating. It was… coping. In some sick, twisted way,” Michelle said bitterly, fighting back a fresh wave of tears.
“Well, you could… cope… with finding this out. It wouldn’t be cheating.”
“Oh, god.”
“You want to?”
“Fuck.” Michelle grabbed Chloe and kissed her hard on the mouth. There was a brief struggle for dominance before they simultaneously gave up the struggle and Chloe reached for her skirt.
The next thing Michelle knew there were fingers inside her and this was so wrong and oh god she wanted more more now. Her back arched and she emitted a low, primal moan as she reached for the other woman.
The hands were still on her, in her, and then a tongue and oh god oh god she shouldn’t this was wrong wrong wrong and the orgasm crashed around her and her breathing was ragged and she was sucking the other woman’s breasts, one at a time, and the hands were still on her and then her own hands reached, stroked, caressed and this felt too good and jesus she had a husband and oh god.
And in another minute it was over.
Chloe’s voice came from behind her. “I love Jack.”
“I know.”
“Does he love me?”
Michelle smiled gently. “Yes. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“And you love Tony?”
“God, yes. Yes.”
“Then this… I mean all of this, any of this, them and us…”
“Never happened.”
Title: Erasure
Author: Heather
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Michelle/Chloe
Michelle parked her SUV, double-checking the address. After confirming that she had the right building, she headed inside in search of the apartment she was looking for. A bit of probing and rank-pulling later, Michelle was right outside the door of the correct number. She took out her phone and dialed the extension inside the apartment.
“Yeah?” The voice answered.
“It’s Michelle. Open your door.”
A moment later, it swung open. “Jesus, Michelle! Why did you have to sneak up here?”
Michelle shrugged. “It’s easier that way.”
“Well, come in, I guess.”
Michelle complied, stepping in and closing the door behind her. She glanced around at the predictably neat and unpredictably decorated apartment before turning to face its occupant.
“Chloe, I need help.”
“What do you want me to hack?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Michelle said distractedly, playing with her wedding band.
“Well then, I think you’ve come to the wrong person.”
“No, Chloe, I… I need to talk to Jack.”
“Jack?” Chloe was startled. Michelle and Tony had no direct contact with him-it looked far less suspicious if there was only one person who did-and although they regularly asked Chloe for updates, neither had ever expressed the need to speak with him directly. “Why?”
“It’s about Tony.”
Chloe felt a stone of dread drop in her stomach. This couldn’t be good. “What about Tony?”
Michelle flinched. “It’s… it’s kind of personal.”
Chloe sighed. “Well, if I’m going to get you in contact with a dead man whose existence compromises national security, I’m going to need a little more information than that.”
Michelle hesitated. “Chloe, I-” and then she burst into tears. Unnerved, Chloe tentatively extended a hand.
“Do you… do you want to sit down?”
Wordlessly, Michelle dropped into a chair and continued to cry. Chloe didn’t know how to handle this situation. She didn’t know how to handle any situation involving people. Damnit, why couldn’t Michelle just be a malfunctioning computer?
“Michelle… do you need anything?” Chloe asked uncertainly.
“I-I-I don’t know….”
“Michelle…” Chloe came up behind her and awkwardly placed a hand on Michelle’s back. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“I can’t- I can’t-”
“Just spit it out!”
“Tony, he … he… oh god, Chloe.”
Chloe came slowly to the front of the chair and put her hands on Michelle’s shoulders in a half-hug. “Michelle, whatever it is, we can try to work it out. Just tell me, okay? If you’re just going to sit here crying it’s not going to help. And that way you’re loosing body fluid, and that can actually increase emotional distress, so it would probably be better if…”
“Chloe.”
“God, okay, I’m sorry.” Still at a loss, Chloe tried to think of what would calm Michelle the hell down. “Look, do you need some chocolate?”
Michelle nodded, and Chloe left. She returned a moment later and handed Michelle a small bar before plopping down across from Michelle. Eagerly, Michelle ripped back the wrapper and took a bite, not bothering to savor. She needed it now. The tears began to dissipate and Chloe sighed loudly.
“Now are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I think he slept with Jack,” she whispered.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Did you know?” Michelle asked, incredulous, through dissipating teas.
“No, but-well-the way they were with each other when they worked together-it always seemed like it was pushing the man-love envelope a little too far, y’know?”
“What do I do with this? What do you do when you find out your husband… when your husband fucked his best friend. Your friend. Jesus.”
“Well, talking to Jack isn’t going to do anything except endanger all four of us.”
“What am I supposed to do? I trusted him.”
“Yeah, and he trusts you.”
“I don’t even think what he did was cheating. It was… coping. In some sick, twisted way,” Michelle said bitterly, fighting back a fresh wave of tears.
“Well, you could… cope… with finding this out. It wouldn’t be cheating.”
“Oh, god.”
“You want to?”
“Fuck.” Michelle grabbed Chloe and kissed her hard on the mouth. There was a brief struggle for dominance before they simultaneously gave up the struggle and Chloe reached for her skirt.
The next thing Michelle knew there were fingers inside her and this was so wrong and oh god she wanted more more now. Her back arched and she emitted a low, primal moan as she reached for the other woman.
The hands were still on her, in her, and then a tongue and oh god oh god she shouldn’t this was wrong wrong wrong and the orgasm crashed around her and her breathing was ragged and she was sucking the other woman’s breasts, one at a time, and the hands were still on her and then her own hands reached, stroked, caressed and this felt too good and jesus she had a husband and oh god.
And in another minute it was over.
Chloe’s voice came from behind her. “I love Jack.”
“I know.”
“Does he love me?”
Michelle smiled gently. “Yes. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“And you love Tony?”
“God, yes. Yes.”
“Then this… I mean all of this, any of this, them and us…”
“Never happened.”