It's Only a Date (Another Kind of Love) by Hyel
Title: It's Only a Date
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Another Kind of Love (c) Paula Christian.
Pairing: Madeline/Laura/Edie
Rating: PG
Summary: Madeline has a birthday coming up.
Note: I keep forgetting to cross-post on here, so this is me updating one pre-written fic & art piece per day until I run out, which should be a while... Today's fic: double-drabble on a 60s pulp novel. Originally written for drabble-a-trois.
'Oh, I know it's silly.' Madeline laughed, and the laugh turned into a sob.
Laura looked around helplessly, holding Madeline's shaking form. Everybody's already on stage or at the sidelines, and the dressing room only held them. She kissed Madeline, stroked her neck. 'Darling, I'll love you when you're a wrinkled little old lady - mind you, I'll be one, too.'
'Forty-seven!' Madeline attempted another ghastly laugh. Will it be like this every year? Laura wondered.
The door opened with a slight squeak and Edie walked in for her first costume change. She took in the scene, and a strange smile crossed her lips. She strode over and promptly slapped Madeline, twice.
'Edie!' Laura gasped, horrified.
Madeline stared at her, then wiped her face and stood up. 'Goodness, I must be a mess.'
'Mm-hmm.' Edie grinned.
'Well, I admit I would never have thought of that,' said Laura to Edie, as Madeline was fixing her make-up.
'There's a lot you you can learn about a person in twenty minutes.' She winked and slapped Laura's bottom before disappearing into the clothes rack.
Laura got the sudden, wicked feeling that there might yet be another twenty for the three of them.
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Another Kind of Love (c) Paula Christian.
Pairing: Madeline/Laura/Edie
Rating: PG
Summary: Madeline has a birthday coming up.
Note: I keep forgetting to cross-post on here, so this is me updating one pre-written fic & art piece per day until I run out, which should be a while... Today's fic: double-drabble on a 60s pulp novel. Originally written for drabble-a-trois.
'Oh, I know it's silly.' Madeline laughed, and the laugh turned into a sob.
Laura looked around helplessly, holding Madeline's shaking form. Everybody's already on stage or at the sidelines, and the dressing room only held them. She kissed Madeline, stroked her neck. 'Darling, I'll love you when you're a wrinkled little old lady - mind you, I'll be one, too.'
'Forty-seven!' Madeline attempted another ghastly laugh. Will it be like this every year? Laura wondered.
The door opened with a slight squeak and Edie walked in for her first costume change. She took in the scene, and a strange smile crossed her lips. She strode over and promptly slapped Madeline, twice.
'Edie!' Laura gasped, horrified.
Madeline stared at her, then wiped her face and stood up. 'Goodness, I must be a mess.'
'Mm-hmm.' Edie grinned.
'Well, I admit I would never have thought of that,' said Laura to Edie, as Madeline was fixing her make-up.
'There's a lot you you can learn about a person in twenty minutes.' She winked and slapped Laura's bottom before disappearing into the clothes rack.
Laura got the sudden, wicked feeling that there might yet be another twenty for the three of them.