Ficlet: "Tag", Big Love, Nicki/Margie, Rated T.
Title: Tag
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: Big Love
Pairing: Nicki/Margie, very slight UST.
Rating: Teen
Summary: A brief interlude between Margie and her sister-wife, Nicki. No spoilers, indeterminate setting.
Word Count: 423
Tag
It's a nice day outside.
Then again, Margie always thinks that. When it's rainy it's a change from the endless blue, and when it's blue Margene thinks it's pretty that way. She goes outside, sometimes, and watches the sky. Watches the way the clouds dance in the clear water of the pool. This is nice, she thinks. Her home. Her family. There is a warm glow inside of her when she thinks about it--
"Do you not have enough to do, Margene? Because if you don't, I'm sure I can find you something to do. Since you're so...obviously not busy."
Margie turns to see Nicki standing half-in and half-out of her house, shadowed darkness behind her. Nicki's wearing one of her dated dresses (Margie hates those, really, even though she'll never say it because it's mean, and Margie looks at herself in the mirror in the morning and says sternly, "Don't be mean today.") with her hair pulled back into that long braid, making her eyes look hawk-like and searching. Nicki has pretty hair, soft and wavy. When it's down it makes her look younger. Softer.
"I do. I'm going to go wake up Lester." Margie smiles, walking over towards her sister-wife. She wants to reach out, take Nicki's hands in hers. Make Nicki smile. "You want to maybe watch a movie later?"
Nicki stares at Margie, blue eyes moving back and forth. She considers the question like she does everything else, with slow deliberation, as if Margene has asked her, in all serious, if Nicki would like to travel to the moon today. "Okay." Nicki reaches out, hand on Margie's shoulder. Nicki has long fingers, strong fingers. She applies the smallest amount of pressure, jerks her head a little to the left. A silent instruction, and unspoken command.
Nicki is good at those.
Margie turns around without a single thought. Nicki's fingers deftly find her tag, tucks it back into her shirt. She pats Margene once, briefly, on the back. When she takes her hand away, her fingers draw against Margie's skin with a ghost of a caress, light as air. "Go take care of your chores, Margene. Women don't have time to be idle. That's for men." She smiles her dart-quick smile and turns away, disappearing back into the darkness of the house.
Margie watches her for a moment. Her back feels like it's tingling.
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: Big Love
Pairing: Nicki/Margie, very slight UST.
Rating: Teen
Summary: A brief interlude between Margie and her sister-wife, Nicki. No spoilers, indeterminate setting.
Word Count: 423
Tag
It's a nice day outside.
Then again, Margie always thinks that. When it's rainy it's a change from the endless blue, and when it's blue Margene thinks it's pretty that way. She goes outside, sometimes, and watches the sky. Watches the way the clouds dance in the clear water of the pool. This is nice, she thinks. Her home. Her family. There is a warm glow inside of her when she thinks about it--
"Do you not have enough to do, Margene? Because if you don't, I'm sure I can find you something to do. Since you're so...obviously not busy."
Margie turns to see Nicki standing half-in and half-out of her house, shadowed darkness behind her. Nicki's wearing one of her dated dresses (Margie hates those, really, even though she'll never say it because it's mean, and Margie looks at herself in the mirror in the morning and says sternly, "Don't be mean today.") with her hair pulled back into that long braid, making her eyes look hawk-like and searching. Nicki has pretty hair, soft and wavy. When it's down it makes her look younger. Softer.
"I do. I'm going to go wake up Lester." Margie smiles, walking over towards her sister-wife. She wants to reach out, take Nicki's hands in hers. Make Nicki smile. "You want to maybe watch a movie later?"
Nicki stares at Margie, blue eyes moving back and forth. She considers the question like she does everything else, with slow deliberation, as if Margene has asked her, in all serious, if Nicki would like to travel to the moon today. "Okay." Nicki reaches out, hand on Margie's shoulder. Nicki has long fingers, strong fingers. She applies the smallest amount of pressure, jerks her head a little to the left. A silent instruction, and unspoken command.
Nicki is good at those.
Margie turns around without a single thought. Nicki's fingers deftly find her tag, tucks it back into her shirt. She pats Margene once, briefly, on the back. When she takes her hand away, her fingers draw against Margie's skin with a ghost of a caress, light as air. "Go take care of your chores, Margene. Women don't have time to be idle. That's for men." She smiles her dart-quick smile and turns away, disappearing back into the darkness of the house.
Margie watches her for a moment. Her back feels like it's tingling.