Facts and Fiction
Title: Facts and Fiction
Fandom: The L-Word/Heroes
Rating/Genre: R/femslash, crossover
Characters/Pairing: Jenny Schecter, Angela Petrelli, Shane McCutcheon, Alice Pieszecki; Jenny/Angela
Summary: Jenny Schecter’s interview with Angela Petrelli ended with a kiss, and now they’re lovers. Jenny doesn’t want it to end, so she asks Angela to come with her to L.A.
Word count: 1 551
Spoilers/Warnings: No.
Notes: This is a late sequel to The Interview, a series of drabbles written in March 2010 for femslash100. I was inspired to write it because of harukafairbanks recent postings about The L-word. :) I started thinking about what Jenny’s friends would say about Angela. When I had written the dialogue, I also felt inspired by the thought of what lynchgrrrl88 has been asking for. ;) So, I totally blame the two of you for this. ;) This is a crossover, but it is mostly The L-Word with one character borrowed from the other fandom; i.e. not very Heroes related. Timeline: somewhere around the later seasons.
Angela Petrelli had been the last name on Jenny’s list of people to interview in New York, and it was soon time for her to go back home. Her last two days of vacation in the city were spent almost entirely in Angela’s bed.
“I’ve had a good time”, she said at night, “haven’t you?”
“Yes”, Angela said, “what an unexpected treat you were - there you came, with your little pen and notepad, offering yourself to me like a piece of chocolate cake…”
“I did not!”
Angela just smiled.
“Anyway”, Jenny said and started kissing Angela’s breasts, “it’s a shame that it has to end tomorrow…I wish you could go with me…”
“Who says I can’t?” Angela smiled at Jenny’s surprised face. “I would like to take a few days off. I’ll go with you - but only for the weekend, no more.”
“Sounds good”, Jenny purred, “you’re getting addicted to chocolate now, huh?”
She was determined to make Angela regret her words. She made it sound like she had walked in there begging ‘Please Mrs. Petrelli, take me!’ - which she hadn’t done. Not in words, she hadn’t. No, it was the other woman who was going to beg.
But it was easier said than done. There was something about that woman’s skin that was intoxicating - the way she tasted, smelled, the way she felt against Jenny’s fingertips. The sounds Angela made when Jenny touched her indicated that Jenny made her feel good and that she wanted it to last for long. Angela moaned when her nipple was hard in Jenny’s mouth, and Jenny knew that she was good at driving a person crazy, teasing them until they begged for release.
But the more signs of pleasure Angela showed, the weaker Jenny got; the violent desire overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t slow down or plan her moves. She could only go on caressing those wonderful breasts, sucking and licking to the rhythm of her lover’s breath and hands in her hair and her back. Angela’s fingertips were like fire on her skin and she rubbed herself against Jenny’s thigh and took all the pleasure she wanted.
And it turned Jenny on even more when Angela came like that. When Angela kissed her, thoroughly, making love to her mouth with her tongue, Jenny ached with a desperate need for more, and she whimpered when Angela’s hand reached down between her thighs, but without touching her where she needed it the most.
There was something vaguely alarming in the older woman’s eyes - something alarmingly familiar - a look that seemed to say You are mine, because all you want to do is to surrender, to fuck me and adore me as much as you possibly can, and Jenny thought that she shouldn’t fall for something like that, but she didn’t care.
“Oh yes”, she moaned because she couldn’t help it, “please let me come…”
She didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel Angela’s fingers deeply inside of her; all she wanted was to be devoured by that hungry smile.
Angela gave her what she wanted - and the best part of it was that it was not for the last time.
***
Angela didn’t hold Jenny’s hand as they were walking down the sunny sidewalk in the direction of The Planet, but it didn’t matter. It felt as if a golden net of sexual energy was tightly woven around them. Angela was glowing beautifully in the sunshine, and Jenny was as proud as if she had been walking next to a queen.
She had told Angela that someone she knew was most likely going to be there, and she was right.
Shane and Alice were there, and they looked with poorly hidden curiosity at her company.
“This is Angela Petrelli”, Jenny explained, “we met in New York; I interviewed her for my book.”
“I take it your trip was successful, then. Hi, I’m Shane. Nice to meet you.”
Jenny had been wondering a little how Angela would feel among her friends at the Planet; at first, the idea seemed a little off. But on the other hand, Angela had the queenlike quality of being able to make everything look like her natural surroundings.
She knew who she was and what her place in the world was; she had the natural grace of a person who wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything. She could just as well own the whole place -
Angela was already talking to Shane and Alice, and Jenny tried to stop her train of thought and concentrate on what was happening. Her friends seemed welcoming enough, but she could see that they were also a little puzzled.
When Angela went to the bathroom, Jenny turned to Alice:
“Yes, Alice, what?”
“Hey”, Alice complained, “I didn’t say anything!”
“But you’re thinking it”, Jenny stated firmly. “Did you know that your face is very transparent?”
“I’m sorry Al”, Shane said, “but it’s true.”
Shane laughed and patted the other girl’s hand.
“Don’t worry, Alice. We love you anyway. It’s part of your charm.”
Alice sighed and sulked for a moment, then she said:
“Well, I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but isn’t she a little… I mean, I wouldn’t have guessed that you’re into that kind of women, that’s all. I didn’t know that’s your type.”
Jenny raised an eyebrow.
“I can see your point”, Shane agreed, “but on the other hand, I can see Jenny’s point, too. The lady is kind of hot.”
“Yeah, but she’s old!”
“First of all”, Jenny said, “I don’t have a ‘type’, at least not like that. I am intrigued by the beauty of fascinating characters, and Angela is one of the most fascinating people I’ve ever met. And she’s amazing in bed. And I don’t believe in ageism. It’s as bad as homophobia, Alice.”
“Well, yeah… And I guess that the whole ‘Mrs. Robinson’ angle has its allure, too.”
“God, no!” Jenny said, “I’m so done with that scenario. Besides, it wasn’t like that. She didn’t seduce me; I seduced her.”
“Whatever makes you happy, Jenny”, Shane said. “Just remember to be careful, okay? I don’t fall in love easily…”
“No”, Alice interrupted, “you just make people fall in love with you…”
“But I know this one thing”, Shane went on, pretending not to notice the comment, “and that is that no one can break your heart like an older woman. They’re dynamite; I don’t want to see this thing blowing up in your face…”
“Don’t tell me”, Alice said, “that you’re not over Cherie Jaffe?”
“Of course I am”, Shane said, “I have Carmen now.”
“Well, good”, Alice said, “because I don’t think Carmen would like to hear you talk like that…”
“Alice”, Shane warned, “if I ever hear you saying one word about Cherie Jaffe to Carmen, I’ll kill you.”
“But that’s contradictive”, Jenny said, “if your broken heart was repaired, what do you need to warn me for?”
“I can’t argue that”, Shane laughed, “you win.”
“Why am I not convinced”, Alice murmured, but the conversation ended there, because Angela returned to the table.
Alice and Shane got ready to leave, but before they did, Alice told Jenny about Bette and Jodi’s party the same night.
“I’ve forgotten what they’re celebrating”, she said, “but I think everybody’s gonna be there. Like Phyllis and Joyce, and Kit…”
Jenny didn’t care what her friends thought, because Angela was her lover and that was all that mattered. What was wrong with that? She had no illusions; she knew that it couldn’t last for long. But while it lasted, it was good. Deep down, she also knew that she didn’t know for sure who had seduced whom. She was fascinated by Angela Petrelli even before they met; that was why she had wanted to interview her for her book after all. And when they met, she was overwhelmed by the older woman’s intelligence, beauty and integrity. She knew that she had to have her. And maybe Angela had seen that. Maybe she was the kind of woman who couldn’t be seduced, but who only let you think that you seduced her… Maybe she had her own motives for wanting it; maybe she just wanted to get away for a while.
But who cares? Jenny asked herself rhetorically; she didn’t get an answer.
Jenny knew that this was an adventure; just another one. Sooner or later, she was probably going to fictionalize it a little, twist and turn it to find the truer facts of it, and in that she found her greater purpose.
For the time being, she just wanted to have sex. She wasn’t going to have her heart broken. Jenny didn’t believe in that anymore, at least not when it came to romantic relationships. Romance was just a game, romance was a source of creativity. A lover could go away - they always did, especially the queen like ones who thought they owned you - a lover could stab you in the back when you least expected it - shit happens - but writing was constant, Jenny believed, and amazing sex was fun.
And Angela was inspiring. Awe-inspiring and sexy as only very few people could hope to be. So maybe she would write a poem or two about her after all.
Later, when she left.
Fandom: The L-Word/Heroes
Rating/Genre: R/femslash, crossover
Characters/Pairing: Jenny Schecter, Angela Petrelli, Shane McCutcheon, Alice Pieszecki; Jenny/Angela
Summary: Jenny Schecter’s interview with Angela Petrelli ended with a kiss, and now they’re lovers. Jenny doesn’t want it to end, so she asks Angela to come with her to L.A.
Word count: 1 551
Spoilers/Warnings: No.
Notes: This is a late sequel to The Interview, a series of drabbles written in March 2010 for femslash100. I was inspired to write it because of harukafairbanks recent postings about The L-word. :) I started thinking about what Jenny’s friends would say about Angela. When I had written the dialogue, I also felt inspired by the thought of what lynchgrrrl88 has been asking for. ;) So, I totally blame the two of you for this. ;) This is a crossover, but it is mostly The L-Word with one character borrowed from the other fandom; i.e. not very Heroes related. Timeline: somewhere around the later seasons.
Angela Petrelli had been the last name on Jenny’s list of people to interview in New York, and it was soon time for her to go back home. Her last two days of vacation in the city were spent almost entirely in Angela’s bed.
“I’ve had a good time”, she said at night, “haven’t you?”
“Yes”, Angela said, “what an unexpected treat you were - there you came, with your little pen and notepad, offering yourself to me like a piece of chocolate cake…”
“I did not!”
Angela just smiled.
“Anyway”, Jenny said and started kissing Angela’s breasts, “it’s a shame that it has to end tomorrow…I wish you could go with me…”
“Who says I can’t?” Angela smiled at Jenny’s surprised face. “I would like to take a few days off. I’ll go with you - but only for the weekend, no more.”
“Sounds good”, Jenny purred, “you’re getting addicted to chocolate now, huh?”
She was determined to make Angela regret her words. She made it sound like she had walked in there begging ‘Please Mrs. Petrelli, take me!’ - which she hadn’t done. Not in words, she hadn’t. No, it was the other woman who was going to beg.
But it was easier said than done. There was something about that woman’s skin that was intoxicating - the way she tasted, smelled, the way she felt against Jenny’s fingertips. The sounds Angela made when Jenny touched her indicated that Jenny made her feel good and that she wanted it to last for long. Angela moaned when her nipple was hard in Jenny’s mouth, and Jenny knew that she was good at driving a person crazy, teasing them until they begged for release.
But the more signs of pleasure Angela showed, the weaker Jenny got; the violent desire overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t slow down or plan her moves. She could only go on caressing those wonderful breasts, sucking and licking to the rhythm of her lover’s breath and hands in her hair and her back. Angela’s fingertips were like fire on her skin and she rubbed herself against Jenny’s thigh and took all the pleasure she wanted.
And it turned Jenny on even more when Angela came like that. When Angela kissed her, thoroughly, making love to her mouth with her tongue, Jenny ached with a desperate need for more, and she whimpered when Angela’s hand reached down between her thighs, but without touching her where she needed it the most.
There was something vaguely alarming in the older woman’s eyes - something alarmingly familiar - a look that seemed to say You are mine, because all you want to do is to surrender, to fuck me and adore me as much as you possibly can, and Jenny thought that she shouldn’t fall for something like that, but she didn’t care.
“Oh yes”, she moaned because she couldn’t help it, “please let me come…”
She didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel Angela’s fingers deeply inside of her; all she wanted was to be devoured by that hungry smile.
Angela gave her what she wanted - and the best part of it was that it was not for the last time.
***
Angela didn’t hold Jenny’s hand as they were walking down the sunny sidewalk in the direction of The Planet, but it didn’t matter. It felt as if a golden net of sexual energy was tightly woven around them. Angela was glowing beautifully in the sunshine, and Jenny was as proud as if she had been walking next to a queen.
She had told Angela that someone she knew was most likely going to be there, and she was right.
Shane and Alice were there, and they looked with poorly hidden curiosity at her company.
“This is Angela Petrelli”, Jenny explained, “we met in New York; I interviewed her for my book.”
“I take it your trip was successful, then. Hi, I’m Shane. Nice to meet you.”
Jenny had been wondering a little how Angela would feel among her friends at the Planet; at first, the idea seemed a little off. But on the other hand, Angela had the queenlike quality of being able to make everything look like her natural surroundings.
She knew who she was and what her place in the world was; she had the natural grace of a person who wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything. She could just as well own the whole place -
Angela was already talking to Shane and Alice, and Jenny tried to stop her train of thought and concentrate on what was happening. Her friends seemed welcoming enough, but she could see that they were also a little puzzled.
When Angela went to the bathroom, Jenny turned to Alice:
“Yes, Alice, what?”
“Hey”, Alice complained, “I didn’t say anything!”
“But you’re thinking it”, Jenny stated firmly. “Did you know that your face is very transparent?”
“I’m sorry Al”, Shane said, “but it’s true.”
Shane laughed and patted the other girl’s hand.
“Don’t worry, Alice. We love you anyway. It’s part of your charm.”
Alice sighed and sulked for a moment, then she said:
“Well, I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but isn’t she a little… I mean, I wouldn’t have guessed that you’re into that kind of women, that’s all. I didn’t know that’s your type.”
Jenny raised an eyebrow.
“I can see your point”, Shane agreed, “but on the other hand, I can see Jenny’s point, too. The lady is kind of hot.”
“Yeah, but she’s old!”
“First of all”, Jenny said, “I don’t have a ‘type’, at least not like that. I am intrigued by the beauty of fascinating characters, and Angela is one of the most fascinating people I’ve ever met. And she’s amazing in bed. And I don’t believe in ageism. It’s as bad as homophobia, Alice.”
“Well, yeah… And I guess that the whole ‘Mrs. Robinson’ angle has its allure, too.”
“God, no!” Jenny said, “I’m so done with that scenario. Besides, it wasn’t like that. She didn’t seduce me; I seduced her.”
“Whatever makes you happy, Jenny”, Shane said. “Just remember to be careful, okay? I don’t fall in love easily…”
“No”, Alice interrupted, “you just make people fall in love with you…”
“But I know this one thing”, Shane went on, pretending not to notice the comment, “and that is that no one can break your heart like an older woman. They’re dynamite; I don’t want to see this thing blowing up in your face…”
“Don’t tell me”, Alice said, “that you’re not over Cherie Jaffe?”
“Of course I am”, Shane said, “I have Carmen now.”
“Well, good”, Alice said, “because I don’t think Carmen would like to hear you talk like that…”
“Alice”, Shane warned, “if I ever hear you saying one word about Cherie Jaffe to Carmen, I’ll kill you.”
“But that’s contradictive”, Jenny said, “if your broken heart was repaired, what do you need to warn me for?”
“I can’t argue that”, Shane laughed, “you win.”
“Why am I not convinced”, Alice murmured, but the conversation ended there, because Angela returned to the table.
Alice and Shane got ready to leave, but before they did, Alice told Jenny about Bette and Jodi’s party the same night.
“I’ve forgotten what they’re celebrating”, she said, “but I think everybody’s gonna be there. Like Phyllis and Joyce, and Kit…”
Jenny didn’t care what her friends thought, because Angela was her lover and that was all that mattered. What was wrong with that? She had no illusions; she knew that it couldn’t last for long. But while it lasted, it was good. Deep down, she also knew that she didn’t know for sure who had seduced whom. She was fascinated by Angela Petrelli even before they met; that was why she had wanted to interview her for her book after all. And when they met, she was overwhelmed by the older woman’s intelligence, beauty and integrity. She knew that she had to have her. And maybe Angela had seen that. Maybe she was the kind of woman who couldn’t be seduced, but who only let you think that you seduced her… Maybe she had her own motives for wanting it; maybe she just wanted to get away for a while.
But who cares? Jenny asked herself rhetorically; she didn’t get an answer.
Jenny knew that this was an adventure; just another one. Sooner or later, she was probably going to fictionalize it a little, twist and turn it to find the truer facts of it, and in that she found her greater purpose.
For the time being, she just wanted to have sex. She wasn’t going to have her heart broken. Jenny didn’t believe in that anymore, at least not when it came to romantic relationships. Romance was just a game, romance was a source of creativity. A lover could go away - they always did, especially the queen like ones who thought they owned you - a lover could stab you in the back when you least expected it - shit happens - but writing was constant, Jenny believed, and amazing sex was fun.
And Angela was inspiring. Awe-inspiring and sexy as only very few people could hope to be. So maybe she would write a poem or two about her after all.
Later, when she left.