Fic: Summer, Smiles (Inception, PG)
title: Summer, Smiles
author: ilovetakahana
pairing: fem!Arthur/fem!Eames
warnings: genderflip! In which both Arthur and Eames are female. This is how you know I used to be in the Takarazuka Kagekidan fandom. I could not resist dressing them as though they were an otokoyaku and musumeyaku pair. [Explanations for the terms are in the wiki link.] Other warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of dream!violence, schmoop. Unbeta'd.
disclaimer: I don't own the original story or the characters. Not making any profit, just playing in the sandbox.
summary: my first genderflip story. That is all.
This story is for zoi_no_miko, evocates, and galynthia. *sparkles!*
Also archived at http://ninemoons42.dreamwidth.org.
At the first unholy wail from the bedside table Anya's hand shoots out and kills the alarm clock with a vicious slap.
It meets its mechanical maker meekly, with a feeble ping of defeat.
Somewhere inside the covers something shifts, and there is a faint groan of "Thank you, dear."
Anya looks down at the mass of comforters that always wind up migrating to the left side of the bed, makes a tentative guess, then bends to plant a gentle kiss on the gray-and-cream cotton.
"Wake up," Anya murmurs to the comforters. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Toast and marmalade are fine," the pile replies, the last word nearly drowned in the beddings.
Anya smiles, leaves as the pile of comforters shifts again on the bed, and slides out, picking up her favorite dressing-gown from the floor.
***
As the coffee brews quietly in her French press Anya boils some more water, scalds her only teapot - a ridiculous little pumpkin they'd picked up somewhere in Asia - and then sets out the tea things: loose-leaf Earl Grey vanilla, strainer, cup, saucer, milk, sugar.
Sure enough, by the time the coffee is made and the tea is ready, she hears the thump of footsteps on the floor, looks up from the toaster to see Evie standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
The full light of the summer sun plays over her delicate features, the slopes of her heart-shaped face, the curls and waves in her chestnut-dark hair. Evie is all curves and peach-bloom skin, her mouth prettily pouty, lean muscles shifting on her slender frame. The t-shirt she habitually goes to bed in is sliding carelessly off one shoulder.
Anya feels her own mouth curve in a smile as she pours their cups full. "Good morning, you," she says.
"Mmm," Evie murmurs, and walks carefully over to the table, eyes still heavy-lidded. "Hi."
Anya sits down in the chair next to her, and the two of them occupy themselves for a moment with their toast.
"What are we doing today, Anya?"
Anya looks over, schooling her expression to a mix of fondness and exasperation. "We're supposed to be running mazes with Ariadne and Dominic today, dear."
"Oh, is it boot camp for Ariadne?" And with that, Anya watches as her lover wakes up.
"Yes. You and Dominic are going to be my targets for the gun class."
"And you get to be my guinea pig for the hand-to-hand lessons. Oh, yes."
***
Evie brushes her hair and watches in the mirror as Anya walks around, slowly getting dressed.
All lean lines and slender frame is Anya, black hair cropped mercilessly and artfully into a slightly asymmetrical bob. She sometimes complains that her chin is too pointed to suit her looks, but Evie has always liked the slight cleft in the aforementioned chin, the deep dimples that show up on either side of her rare smile. She's pale, pale like she never gets enough sun, and the storm-gray of her eyes always hits like a surprise.
Evie prides herself on her tastes, and quite likes the sundress she'd bought to wear today. Black and white pinstripes, with an avocado-and-aubergine paisley pattern on the hem.
She's matched it with combat boots.
Anya merely sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose the first time she walks by and looks at her, and Evie giggles and blows her a kiss in the mirror.
Anya, too, is wearing black and white - but the black is a pressed v-neck blouse with long sleeves, and the white is her favorite summer suit.
Evie puts the brush away and walks over when Anya stands helplessly, rocking from foot to foot as she stares into their shoe cabinets.
"Wear those, darling," Evie says.
She merely lifts an eyebrow when Anya turns a skeptical expression on her. "Louboutin heels? With this suit? Wrong season."
"You need a pop of color to bring it all together, and what better color than red?"
***
When they walk into the warehouse together, Ariadne makes them stand next to each other, frames them for a picture.
At the last moment Evie yanks Anya down into a kiss.
Ariadne laughs and makes them pose again, for several more pictures.
***
In the dreams, Anya somehow manages to look beautiful and extremely dangerous at the same time, with her perfect suit, her parted hair, and the massive sniper rifle.
In the dreams, Evie's mischievous smile never changes even as she ducks into Dominic's personal space, kicks him in the groin, and then flips him over one bared shoulder, skirts rippling with every movement.
***
Three days after, Ariadne sends them framed copies of two of the photos she'd taken of them.
In the first one they're lying side by side and plugged into the PASIV, and the wrists bearing the leads into the machine are delicately touching.
In the second one, they're standing next to each other - Anya in her perfectly pressed suit, Evie in her floaty dress - and they look happy, even if Anya has one thin eyebrow cocked upwards and Evie is mock-glaring at her.
This photo comes with a pink sticky note, and on it Ariadne has simply written, "I want to be the two of you when I grow up."
***
Ariadne opens a package addressed to her a week after, and she blushes and smiles when she opens the box and finds a framed photo inside.
It's a photo of Anya and Evie in bed. Their dark hair a tangled mess on the pillows. They're clearly not wearing anything, but they're wrapped up in each other and in the comforters.
They are both smiling.
author: ilovetakahana
pairing: fem!Arthur/fem!Eames
warnings: genderflip! In which both Arthur and Eames are female. This is how you know I used to be in the Takarazuka Kagekidan fandom. I could not resist dressing them as though they were an otokoyaku and musumeyaku pair. [Explanations for the terms are in the wiki link.] Other warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of dream!violence, schmoop. Unbeta'd.
disclaimer: I don't own the original story or the characters. Not making any profit, just playing in the sandbox.
summary: my first genderflip story. That is all.
This story is for zoi_no_miko, evocates, and galynthia. *sparkles!*
Also archived at http://ninemoons42.dreamwidth.org.
At the first unholy wail from the bedside table Anya's hand shoots out and kills the alarm clock with a vicious slap.
It meets its mechanical maker meekly, with a feeble ping of defeat.
Somewhere inside the covers something shifts, and there is a faint groan of "Thank you, dear."
Anya looks down at the mass of comforters that always wind up migrating to the left side of the bed, makes a tentative guess, then bends to plant a gentle kiss on the gray-and-cream cotton.
"Wake up," Anya murmurs to the comforters. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Toast and marmalade are fine," the pile replies, the last word nearly drowned in the beddings.
Anya smiles, leaves as the pile of comforters shifts again on the bed, and slides out, picking up her favorite dressing-gown from the floor.
***
As the coffee brews quietly in her French press Anya boils some more water, scalds her only teapot - a ridiculous little pumpkin they'd picked up somewhere in Asia - and then sets out the tea things: loose-leaf Earl Grey vanilla, strainer, cup, saucer, milk, sugar.
Sure enough, by the time the coffee is made and the tea is ready, she hears the thump of footsteps on the floor, looks up from the toaster to see Evie standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
The full light of the summer sun plays over her delicate features, the slopes of her heart-shaped face, the curls and waves in her chestnut-dark hair. Evie is all curves and peach-bloom skin, her mouth prettily pouty, lean muscles shifting on her slender frame. The t-shirt she habitually goes to bed in is sliding carelessly off one shoulder.
Anya feels her own mouth curve in a smile as she pours their cups full. "Good morning, you," she says.
"Mmm," Evie murmurs, and walks carefully over to the table, eyes still heavy-lidded. "Hi."
Anya sits down in the chair next to her, and the two of them occupy themselves for a moment with their toast.
"What are we doing today, Anya?"
Anya looks over, schooling her expression to a mix of fondness and exasperation. "We're supposed to be running mazes with Ariadne and Dominic today, dear."
"Oh, is it boot camp for Ariadne?" And with that, Anya watches as her lover wakes up.
"Yes. You and Dominic are going to be my targets for the gun class."
"And you get to be my guinea pig for the hand-to-hand lessons. Oh, yes."
***
Evie brushes her hair and watches in the mirror as Anya walks around, slowly getting dressed.
All lean lines and slender frame is Anya, black hair cropped mercilessly and artfully into a slightly asymmetrical bob. She sometimes complains that her chin is too pointed to suit her looks, but Evie has always liked the slight cleft in the aforementioned chin, the deep dimples that show up on either side of her rare smile. She's pale, pale like she never gets enough sun, and the storm-gray of her eyes always hits like a surprise.
Evie prides herself on her tastes, and quite likes the sundress she'd bought to wear today. Black and white pinstripes, with an avocado-and-aubergine paisley pattern on the hem.
She's matched it with combat boots.
Anya merely sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose the first time she walks by and looks at her, and Evie giggles and blows her a kiss in the mirror.
Anya, too, is wearing black and white - but the black is a pressed v-neck blouse with long sleeves, and the white is her favorite summer suit.
Evie puts the brush away and walks over when Anya stands helplessly, rocking from foot to foot as she stares into their shoe cabinets.
"Wear those, darling," Evie says.
She merely lifts an eyebrow when Anya turns a skeptical expression on her. "Louboutin heels? With this suit? Wrong season."
"You need a pop of color to bring it all together, and what better color than red?"
***
When they walk into the warehouse together, Ariadne makes them stand next to each other, frames them for a picture.
At the last moment Evie yanks Anya down into a kiss.
Ariadne laughs and makes them pose again, for several more pictures.
***
In the dreams, Anya somehow manages to look beautiful and extremely dangerous at the same time, with her perfect suit, her parted hair, and the massive sniper rifle.
In the dreams, Evie's mischievous smile never changes even as she ducks into Dominic's personal space, kicks him in the groin, and then flips him over one bared shoulder, skirts rippling with every movement.
***
Three days after, Ariadne sends them framed copies of two of the photos she'd taken of them.
In the first one they're lying side by side and plugged into the PASIV, and the wrists bearing the leads into the machine are delicately touching.
In the second one, they're standing next to each other - Anya in her perfectly pressed suit, Evie in her floaty dress - and they look happy, even if Anya has one thin eyebrow cocked upwards and Evie is mock-glaring at her.
This photo comes with a pink sticky note, and on it Ariadne has simply written, "I want to be the two of you when I grow up."
***
Ariadne opens a package addressed to her a week after, and she blushes and smiles when she opens the box and finds a framed photo inside.
It's a photo of Anya and Evie in bed. Their dark hair a tangled mess on the pillows. They're clearly not wearing anything, but they're wrapped up in each other and in the comforters.
They are both smiling.