The Mixtape Series: Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken (5/?)
Title: The Mixtape Series: Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Blake/Doris
Summary: Sometimes it's the most common moments that change our lives
Disclaimer: All characters belong to CBS et al. I'm just having fun with the bestest couple that never was!
~*~
What would it take to wipe that smile off of your face?
Are you ready to be… Are you ready to be heartbroken?
- Lloyd Cole
Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
'Cause I can’t see further than my own nose at this moment
- Camera Obscura
~*~
For a few moments all that could be heard was soft, gentle sighs. Finally when neither woman could take anymore they stopped, breaking apart to take in lungful after lungful of air. "I'm going to ask you one more time - would you like to come back inside?" Blake asked, her hands running themselves nervously through Doris' hair.
*~*
The walk up to the house was quiet and uneventful. If pressed, Doris would say she could barely remember anything - her nerves tingling and charged with energy; maybe a moon? Blake opened the door and both women walked through, Doris taking off her jacket and setting down her purse while Blake turned to quietly shut off the lights. She didn't so much hear the other woman as she did feel her, the heat of her body alerting her as Doris wordlessly wrapped an arm around Blake's waist and used her free hand to brush aside disheveled strawberry hair and gently pressed her lips against the soft and neglected skin at the nape of the neck. Both women held the moment - each vaguely aware that this was more than a casual meeting of the bodies. Blake, holding on to the other woman's arm still around her waist, lead her up the stairs and to her bedroom.
They both slipped between the door and into the room, lit by the same moon that guided them back towards the house. Doris gingerly shut the door behind her and took a calming breath. "Now's the time to change your mind," She warned, her back towards the other woman. Blake wasn't the only woman who was self-aware, Doris knew herself well enough to know that there would be no backing out - when Doris Wolfe set her mind to something, there was nothing that could be done to deter her and right now, Doris wanted Blake Marler as badly as she had ever wanted anything else in life.
There was no response from the other woman - Doris around and what she saw took her breath away. Blake stood before her, half dressed - eyes meeting her dead on. Doris could feel the familiar sensation clouding her senses -the blood rushing through her veins, the adrenaline starting to take over. This, this Doris knew - she knew how to strip the remaining articles of clothing off the other woman as carefully as a dainty child would carefully unwrap a present, smoothing and folding the wrapping; she knew how to speak to the other woman, make her beg and make her moan and make her shout out; she even knew how to make her exit the next morning with minimal sound or emotion. Looking at Blake however, something was different - she was different from the other woman she would occasionally go home with - the bartenders and the grad students - Blake was softer, sweeter, and in a way stronger. Doris could see it in the shape of her legs, bare and disappearing under the bottom hem of her shirt, in the curve of her arm, resting on her hip, in the amused cocking of her head and the playful smile spread across her face. Even Doris couldn't help but smile back as she made her way towards Blake and grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her in for a passionate kiss as she made short work of the other woman's shirt and bra. "You've done this before, haven't you?" Blake eked out as Doris backed her against the bed until she had nowhere to go but down onto the bed. "Maybe once or twice..." Doris teased as she swiftly pulled her shirt up and over her head and straddled Blake, her pantyhose clad legs rubbing smoothly against the other woman's nude ones. "So I shouldn't worry? I'm in good hands?" Blake replied back, laughing as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Doris' back and simultaneously unhooked her bra and tugged her in a heap on top of her. "The very best..." Doris murmured softly in her ear, content to lie in the other woman's arms for a moment and savor the feeling of Blake's hand tracing lazy shapes on her bare back.
The sudden ease she felt in the arms of the other woman unnerved her immensely - Doris held others, she was never held, and she was unsure of how to process most of the feelings she could feel swelling up from inside. So she did the one thing she knew how to do - she began to make love to Blake Marler until neither woman could keep their eyes open.
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Blake/Doris
Summary: Sometimes it's the most common moments that change our lives
Disclaimer: All characters belong to CBS et al. I'm just having fun with the bestest couple that never was!
~*~
What would it take to wipe that smile off of your face?
Are you ready to be… Are you ready to be heartbroken?
- Lloyd Cole
Hey Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken
'Cause I can’t see further than my own nose at this moment
- Camera Obscura
~*~
For a few moments all that could be heard was soft, gentle sighs. Finally when neither woman could take anymore they stopped, breaking apart to take in lungful after lungful of air. "I'm going to ask you one more time - would you like to come back inside?" Blake asked, her hands running themselves nervously through Doris' hair.
*~*
The walk up to the house was quiet and uneventful. If pressed, Doris would say she could barely remember anything - her nerves tingling and charged with energy; maybe a moon? Blake opened the door and both women walked through, Doris taking off her jacket and setting down her purse while Blake turned to quietly shut off the lights. She didn't so much hear the other woman as she did feel her, the heat of her body alerting her as Doris wordlessly wrapped an arm around Blake's waist and used her free hand to brush aside disheveled strawberry hair and gently pressed her lips against the soft and neglected skin at the nape of the neck. Both women held the moment - each vaguely aware that this was more than a casual meeting of the bodies. Blake, holding on to the other woman's arm still around her waist, lead her up the stairs and to her bedroom.
They both slipped between the door and into the room, lit by the same moon that guided them back towards the house. Doris gingerly shut the door behind her and took a calming breath. "Now's the time to change your mind," She warned, her back towards the other woman. Blake wasn't the only woman who was self-aware, Doris knew herself well enough to know that there would be no backing out - when Doris Wolfe set her mind to something, there was nothing that could be done to deter her and right now, Doris wanted Blake Marler as badly as she had ever wanted anything else in life.
There was no response from the other woman - Doris around and what she saw took her breath away. Blake stood before her, half dressed - eyes meeting her dead on. Doris could feel the familiar sensation clouding her senses -the blood rushing through her veins, the adrenaline starting to take over. This, this Doris knew - she knew how to strip the remaining articles of clothing off the other woman as carefully as a dainty child would carefully unwrap a present, smoothing and folding the wrapping; she knew how to speak to the other woman, make her beg and make her moan and make her shout out; she even knew how to make her exit the next morning with minimal sound or emotion. Looking at Blake however, something was different - she was different from the other woman she would occasionally go home with - the bartenders and the grad students - Blake was softer, sweeter, and in a way stronger. Doris could see it in the shape of her legs, bare and disappearing under the bottom hem of her shirt, in the curve of her arm, resting on her hip, in the amused cocking of her head and the playful smile spread across her face. Even Doris couldn't help but smile back as she made her way towards Blake and grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her in for a passionate kiss as she made short work of the other woman's shirt and bra. "You've done this before, haven't you?" Blake eked out as Doris backed her against the bed until she had nowhere to go but down onto the bed. "Maybe once or twice..." Doris teased as she swiftly pulled her shirt up and over her head and straddled Blake, her pantyhose clad legs rubbing smoothly against the other woman's nude ones. "So I shouldn't worry? I'm in good hands?" Blake replied back, laughing as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Doris' back and simultaneously unhooked her bra and tugged her in a heap on top of her. "The very best..." Doris murmured softly in her ear, content to lie in the other woman's arms for a moment and savor the feeling of Blake's hand tracing lazy shapes on her bare back.
The sudden ease she felt in the arms of the other woman unnerved her immensely - Doris held others, she was never held, and she was unsure of how to process most of the feelings she could feel swelling up from inside. So she did the one thing she knew how to do - she began to make love to Blake Marler until neither woman could keep their eyes open.