Friends, Somehow (Desperate Housewives, Julie/Danielle, PG-13)
Sometimes Julie doesn’t think she’s ever going to be able to figure Danielle out.
They’re friends, sort of. They’re always friends, no matter what happens. Even when Danielle is sauntering around in her Little Miss Van De Tramp guise, and Julie’s got her head stuck in her AP chemistry book, they’re friends, somehow.
Even now, after what happened with Austin, they’re friends, and Julie isn’t quite sure how that happened, and she’s worried that she’s turning into a pushover the way her mom can be sometimes, because she shouldn’t forgive Danielle. And she hasn’t, exactly, but it’s just that when Danielle looks at her in that way, or when her tongue finds just the spot on her neck to make her dizzy, she can’t be mad.
She just sinks into it, lets Danielle take control (she’s always in control how does she do that god they are so like their mothers that it’s not funny), presses her hand over her mouth so that Bree and Orson won’t know what’s going on under their roof, won’t hear the noises that she makes that always surprise her. It’s like she’s taken over by something else, some primeval creature that doesn’t care in that moment what Danielle has done and just wants her to keep going.
And when it’s all over she knows she should feel cheap, or easily manipulated, or something, but then Danielle smiles at her and says “see you around” in a way that Julie can’t quite understand but knows it’s not a definite ending to whatever this is between them.
They’re friends. They’re always friends. Julie just can’t figure out what Danielle thinks that means.