Dollhouse fic: Bad Fanfiction Starring Adelle DeWitt and Lawrence Dominick
Title: Bad Fanfiction Starring Adelle DeWitt and Lauwrence Dominick (They would so disapprove)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Adelle DeWitt, Laurence Dominic; DeWitt/Dominic
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For whedonland's bad fanfic challenge. I'm not entirely proud of this (or maybe not). Maybe because I'm afraid that I really do write like this.
Not apologizing for anything. lulz. Everything here is deliberate. :D
Undercover NSA Special Agent Lawrence Dominick walks in the carpeted floors of the fiftieth floor of the Rossum Corporation building, his shiny black shoes making no noise. He is thinking very deeply, because he has fallen in love with his boss, Adelle DeWitt, the head of the Dollhouse, a very drop dead gorgeous woman with bright, stunning emerald green eyes and luscious, white, precious ivory-like skin. She’s like a bright light in his dark life and he cannot live without her anymore because she is the love of his life. But he is also an undercover NSA agent and he has to follow his orders. He doesn’t know what to do. He must choose because he can’t have both.
He knocks on the door and opens it. The office is very dark and he steps in.
“Adelle?” he says her name reverently like a prayer. Because she is her god and he worships her. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if she’ll forsake him. He’ll probably die.
“Lawrence?” her velvety voice rings out from the corner. He can see her sitting on one of her black leather couches, holding a half-empty wine glass filled with vodka. She is wearing a blue Michal Kors blouse that flows in her arms and a tight black, pencil skirt highlighting her beautiful figure. Her Christian Loubotin, five-inch heels with red soles have been discarded to the floor and Lawrence can see her dainty feet peeking out.
“Adelle.” He rushes to her and kneels in front of her. The edges of her eyes are red, like apples on a tree, and tears are flowing down her cheeks, like the Niagara waterfalls. He tentatively reaches out and brushes her tears away, “Why are you crying?”
She shakes her head and his heart starts to break into smattering pieces.
“Adelle.”
“I’m crying because I’m in love with you, Lawrence.” She sniffles, “I have loved you ever since I saw you come in three years ago through my doors. And I’ve been keeping it inside because I don’t know how you’ll react and you might leave and I’ll never see you again.”
Happiness quickly spreads inside of him like a forest wildfire and he smiles at her and pulls her towards him so that he can embrace her.
“I love you too, Adelle.”
“You do?” He looks back to her and looks deeply into her emerald orbs and he nods her head.
“I love you Adelle. But I have a confession to make. I am an NSA agent. I was assigned to be an undercover agent in the Dollhouse to protect the secrets. But I fell in love with you and I choose you, but I don’t know what to do with the NSA.”
“We can leave, you know, leave this place and never look back.” Adelle suggested, biting her lower lip that signal her uncertainty and fear of the unknown.
“I can make you a cabin. And we can live there and no one will find us.” Lawrence says and entwines his hands with her hands and squeezes them tight in a reassuring manner.
Adelle pulls his tie and starts kissing him. It is just as he had imagined what her kiss would taste like. Sweet, but at the same time, sharp and strong like dark bitter coffee in a bleary Monday morning. She then starts to tug off all his clothes and he does the same to her clothes and they fall back on the floor, rolling in passion and frenzy and excitement.
And then they had sex on the floor. And it’s the most magical and glorious thing that Adelle and Lawrence had experienced.
When they were exhausted and breathing heavily, Lawrence takes Adelle’s hand and puts it on top of his chest.
“I will always love you, Adelle. Forever and a day.”
ONE YEAR LATER
Lawrence walks across the kitchen and takes a peek inside the refrigerator to get something to eat. He takes a strawberry yogurt and then heads to the spacious living room.
“Your son looks just like you!!!” Caroline squees.
“Well, he is my son.” Lawrence replies. Caroline now visits their house more often, after she had brought down Rossum and beheaded the head of the monster, He gazes at his son. He smiles, because he is the most beautiful thing in the world. As beautiful as his wife, Adelle, who is talking to Topher. He never imagined that one day, they'll all be friends and going be rid of Rossum and the NSA forever.
But the day is now and looking at Adelle and his son, Lawrence feels like he is the luckiest man on earth.
And he is.
I leave you be with a nice bad fanart (also for whedonland)
Oh yeah, and OLIVIA WILLIAMS' BIRTHDAY POST!
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Adelle DeWitt, Laurence Dominic; DeWitt/Dominic
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For whedonland's bad fanfic challenge. I'm not entirely proud of this (or maybe not). Maybe because I'm afraid that I really do write like this.
Not apologizing for anything. lulz. Everything here is deliberate. :D
Undercover NSA Special Agent Lawrence Dominick walks in the carpeted floors of the fiftieth floor of the Rossum Corporation building, his shiny black shoes making no noise. He is thinking very deeply, because he has fallen in love with his boss, Adelle DeWitt, the head of the Dollhouse, a very drop dead gorgeous woman with bright, stunning emerald green eyes and luscious, white, precious ivory-like skin. She’s like a bright light in his dark life and he cannot live without her anymore because she is the love of his life. But he is also an undercover NSA agent and he has to follow his orders. He doesn’t know what to do. He must choose because he can’t have both.
He knocks on the door and opens it. The office is very dark and he steps in.
“Adelle?” he says her name reverently like a prayer. Because she is her god and he worships her. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if she’ll forsake him. He’ll probably die.
“Lawrence?” her velvety voice rings out from the corner. He can see her sitting on one of her black leather couches, holding a half-empty wine glass filled with vodka. She is wearing a blue Michal Kors blouse that flows in her arms and a tight black, pencil skirt highlighting her beautiful figure. Her Christian Loubotin, five-inch heels with red soles have been discarded to the floor and Lawrence can see her dainty feet peeking out.
“Adelle.” He rushes to her and kneels in front of her. The edges of her eyes are red, like apples on a tree, and tears are flowing down her cheeks, like the Niagara waterfalls. He tentatively reaches out and brushes her tears away, “Why are you crying?”
She shakes her head and his heart starts to break into smattering pieces.
“Adelle.”
“I’m crying because I’m in love with you, Lawrence.” She sniffles, “I have loved you ever since I saw you come in three years ago through my doors. And I’ve been keeping it inside because I don’t know how you’ll react and you might leave and I’ll never see you again.”
Happiness quickly spreads inside of him like a forest wildfire and he smiles at her and pulls her towards him so that he can embrace her.
“I love you too, Adelle.”
“You do?” He looks back to her and looks deeply into her emerald orbs and he nods her head.
“I love you Adelle. But I have a confession to make. I am an NSA agent. I was assigned to be an undercover agent in the Dollhouse to protect the secrets. But I fell in love with you and I choose you, but I don’t know what to do with the NSA.”
“We can leave, you know, leave this place and never look back.” Adelle suggested, biting her lower lip that signal her uncertainty and fear of the unknown.
“I can make you a cabin. And we can live there and no one will find us.” Lawrence says and entwines his hands with her hands and squeezes them tight in a reassuring manner.
Adelle pulls his tie and starts kissing him. It is just as he had imagined what her kiss would taste like. Sweet, but at the same time, sharp and strong like dark bitter coffee in a bleary Monday morning. She then starts to tug off all his clothes and he does the same to her clothes and they fall back on the floor, rolling in passion and frenzy and excitement.
And then they had sex on the floor. And it’s the most magical and glorious thing that Adelle and Lawrence had experienced.
When they were exhausted and breathing heavily, Lawrence takes Adelle’s hand and puts it on top of his chest.
“I will always love you, Adelle. Forever and a day.”
ONE YEAR LATER
Lawrence walks across the kitchen and takes a peek inside the refrigerator to get something to eat. He takes a strawberry yogurt and then heads to the spacious living room.
“Your son looks just like you!!!” Caroline squees.
“Well, he is my son.” Lawrence replies. Caroline now visits their house more often, after she had brought down Rossum and beheaded the head of the monster, He gazes at his son. He smiles, because he is the most beautiful thing in the world. As beautiful as his wife, Adelle, who is talking to Topher. He never imagined that one day, they'll all be friends and going be rid of Rossum and the NSA forever.
But the day is now and looking at Adelle and his son, Lawrence feels like he is the luckiest man on earth.
And he is.
I leave you be with a nice bad fanart (also for whedonland)
Oh yeah, and OLIVIA WILLIAMS' BIRTHDAY POST!