Her Enemy (Scrubs, Elliot/Jordan)
Title: Her Enemy
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Challenge: femslash100's drabbletag: Scrubs :: Jordan/Elliot :: enemies (from ijemanja)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season One
Word Count: 249
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Elliot didn't like Jordan. She wanted to, if only to justify the whole 'being naked in Jordan's bed' thing. But. Jordan wasn't likeable. Her meanness did come in handy with some of the sex things, but that wasn't enough to recommend Jordan as a person. But was Elliot any better? She'd only had sex with Jordan to prove she wasn't in love with JD, and proving someone wrong wasn't a reason to let an enemy touch your breasts.
"What," Elliot began, breaking the silence, "does this mean? For us. I'm not saying there's an *us.* God, no. I didn't mean to sound disgusted. Just... You said you were going to shake things up, and this lesbian thing is different. Or maybe you do it all the time. I'm not judging you! I can't be, I did lesbian things with you."
"Shut up." Jordan groaned. "I like you better when you're pretending to have a backbone or somehow managing not to be incompetent in bed."
Elliot tried to be uplifted by the fact that one of those things was *sorta* a compliment, but got distracted by Jordan's kiss.
"I don't like you," Elliot muttered when their mouths parted.
"You don't have to like me to fuck me."
The voices in Elliot's head weren't quelled because, well, *Jordan* wasn't a big authority for her. But she didn't stop Jordan when her hand slid between Elliot's legs. After all, she'd already had sex with an enemy. What was once or twice more?
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Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Challenge: femslash100's drabbletag: Scrubs :: Jordan/Elliot :: enemies (from ijemanja)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season One
Word Count: 249
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Elliot didn't like Jordan. She wanted to, if only to justify the whole 'being naked in Jordan's bed' thing. But. Jordan wasn't likeable. Her meanness did come in handy with some of the sex things, but that wasn't enough to recommend Jordan as a person. But was Elliot any better? She'd only had sex with Jordan to prove she wasn't in love with JD, and proving someone wrong wasn't a reason to let an enemy touch your breasts.
"What," Elliot began, breaking the silence, "does this mean? For us. I'm not saying there's an *us.* God, no. I didn't mean to sound disgusted. Just... You said you were going to shake things up, and this lesbian thing is different. Or maybe you do it all the time. I'm not judging you! I can't be, I did lesbian things with you."
"Shut up." Jordan groaned. "I like you better when you're pretending to have a backbone or somehow managing not to be incompetent in bed."
Elliot tried to be uplifted by the fact that one of those things was *sorta* a compliment, but got distracted by Jordan's kiss.
"I don't like you," Elliot muttered when their mouths parted.
"You don't have to like me to fuck me."
The voices in Elliot's head weren't quelled because, well, *Jordan* wasn't a big authority for her. But she didn't stop Jordan when her hand slid between Elliot's legs. After all, she'd already had sex with an enemy. What was once or twice more?
END