Trying my hand at fanfiction
This is the first part of a longer story arc. Anytime I watch a movie, I always find myself trying to figure out the next step for the characters. This what I think Lucy and Amy are up to, after the sunset.
Title: After the Sunset
Author: April Hawthorne
Author’s E-mail: wheresthemuse@gmail.com
Fandom: D.E.B.S.
Date: 28 August, 2007
Word Count: 1000+ and counting…
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters, they belong to Angela Robinson. I’m just having them come out and play awhile.
Summary: Love is harder than crime…
Author’s note: This is my first foray into fan fiction, well, posted fan fiction anyway. Constructive criticism is always welcome. E-mail me at wheresthemuse@gmail.com
Archiving: Only with my permission please.
After the Sunset
By
April Hawthorne
Dawn’s first rays peeked in through the opening in the heavy curtains illuminating two figures sprawled on the king sized bed. A tan leg poked out from under green silk sheets and at the top of the bed a halo of blonde hair spilled across the pillows. The tan leg twitched then stretched revealing a well toned leg. A tan arm emerged and wrapped itself around the slumbering blonde.
“Mmmmm,” Amy’s low growl rumbled and Lucy buried her nose in the ex-spy’s hair, reveling in the scent of peaches from Amy’s shampoo while her hand traced a lazy pattern on Amy’s stomach. The blonde turned in Lucy’s embrace and proceeded to bestow Lucy with one of the best wake-up kisses, since, well, yesterday.
“A girl could get used to that,” breathed Lucy when the young lovers parted for air.
“Oh really?” Amy cocked an eyebrow at the brunette who was now sprawled across her. “Which girl?” She teased. Lucy’s eyes lit up as she flashed her trademark grin.
“This girl.” Lucy stared for a second into Amy’s blue eyes as if memorizing them, then leaned down and nibbled along Amy’s jawline. Lucy pushed up on Amy’s thin tank top, exposing creamy flesh as her hand travelled higher. Just as things were getting interesting, Lucy’s watch beeped and she sat up abruptly.
“Oh no, I completely forgot.” Amy watched her tan lover leap off of the bed and start pulling clothes out of the closet. A black form fitting shirt followed by black pants landed on the bed. Lucy padded barefoot towards the bathroom shedding clothes as she went.
“Wait, where are you going?” Amy couldn’t remember having planned anything today besides going to her art history class. After they had escaped the D.E.B.S. Lucy had talked her into following her dream of art school in Barcelona. And so far Amy really felt they had three months of bliss, between the joy of being newly in love and the beauty of the Mediterranean city around them, right down to the cute little townhouse Lucy somehow had arranged. Life was good, very good. The only time they spent apart was when Amy had class, and she usually found Lucy waiting outside after her class let out and they would walk to one of the street café’s for coffee. Amy didn’t understand why the fact that Lucy had something planned without her was bothering her. Before she could examine that train of thought further, the sound of the shower shook her out of her musing. The slim blonde shook the last vestiges of sleep off and stretched, finally climbing out of bed and throwing open the curtains to the balcony. Looks like another beautiful day along the coast she thought to herself.
Gazing at the cozy bedroom with its understated furniture and oversized pillows, she realized they already shared many happy memories about this place, Amy was grateful she let Lucy convince her to try this. Even though at first it had been hard to enjoy life outside of the little villa they were staying in, for fear of being spotted. A knowing smile graced Amy’s lips as she remembered how they spent their “house arrest” and at the uses the creative lovers had found for the diamond studded handcuffs.
Amy was about to offer to wash Lucy’s back when the shower shut off and a few seconds later the glistening brunette walked out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry. Amy swallowed convulsively at the smooth expanse of tanned flesh on display for her. Modesty was definitely not one of Lucy’s virtues, and for that Amy was extremely thankful for.
Lucy looked up from her vigorous toweling off and smiled at the hungry blue eyes of her lover. Then she frowned. There wasn’t time for this, she cursed under her breath. Life was so unfair sometimes. Instead of walking over and making good on Amy’s unspoken promise, she instead turned towards the bed and began pulling on her clothes.
“So, where are you going this morning?” Amy asked in what she hoped was a nonchalant tone. Lucy looked up from buckling her belt and gave her a half smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Oh, I thought I mentioned I was going to meet Scud, y’know to just check up on things.” Lucy couldn’t bring herself to meet Amy’s eyes when she said this and covered by bending over to pull her black boots out from under the bed.
Hugging her arms to herself defensively, Amy asked quietly, “Did you want me to go with you?” At this Lucy bounced off of the bed where she had finished pulling on her boots and said a little too cheerfully,
“It’s just a quick meeting, Scud’s playing big brother and checking up on us. Besides, it’s probably better for the three of us not to be seen together.” Lucy bit the inside of her lip and hoped her years of hiding the truth would pay off here. It was so damned hard to lie to her, sometimes the criminal mastermind felt downright transparent when Amy looked at her. Seeing Amy’s brows draw Lucy quickly enveloped the blonde in a searing kiss effectively cutting off any further arguments. She left Amy standing there by the door, and hurried out into the street.