Drabble Challenge - Post #5
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Danielle who decided to do a drabble challenge. She'd been pretty good about being succinct and actually followed (for the most part) the rules of what a drabble is meant to entail.
Well, that's a thing of the past. Sorry, guys...I hope you don't mind that I've become increasingly more wordy as the posts have progressed. I think it's because a lot of the more "difficult" requests have taken a lot more thought and therefore end up being a little longer to make them plausible. Or...that's my guess, anyway. Somehow I can't imagine that the people who've made the requests will mind TOO much.
I hope that you enjoy! After this post there will only be six requests remaining, and then I may just have to post this challenge again. I'm having way too much fun with it not to keep going! Please oh please comment!
For the first batch of prompts, click here.
For the second batch of prompts, click here.
For the third batch of prompts, click here.
For the fourth batch of prompts, click here.
Fandoms include: The Hours, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, The House of Eliott
Requests by: ellipsisoveruse , lakela ,
mac_beth13 , kitnkabootle ,
kris_me
Title: Resurrection
Prompt: Virginia Woolf
Fandom: The Hours
Requested by: ellipsisoveruse
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 244
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This was tricky. When I received the prompt that could have anything to do with Virginia Woolf, the first thing that came to mind was jumping back to "The Hours." There was no way I was going to attempt to emulate one of my literary heroes or do an RPF, so this was the only solution. This takes place after Virginia kisses her sister.
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Vanessa's gone. Virginia is alone again and she feels empty. She feels as though her life support has been taken away. She feels like she's suffocating, like she's lying just below the surface and is watching the world pass by without her.
She heads for the stairs, her step so light that she creeps upon the kitchen without being heard by the maids. It can be both a blessing and a curse that she moves like the wind in her own home. Virginia contemplates interloping on their privacy or sneaking past to her sanctuary. She decides to listen; she'd rather know what the maids have to say behind her back than imagine the possibilities on her own. The imagined insults that her mind comes up with are always undoubtedly worse than reality.
Though their tones are muffled, she hears Nelly whisper, "It's not normal, kissing a sister on the mouth like that. She's a queer one, ain't she?"
Virginia's heard enough. She takes the stairs swiftly, barricading herself back within the safety of her room.
So she's queer. She's not right. It's not the first time she's heard these words and it's not going to be the last.
Has Nelly never needed the kiss of life? Has she never lost the breath in her lungs and has needed to have life breathed back into her?
Virginia sits on the bed and stares at the vase of fresh wild flowers.
What's so queer about resurrection?
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Title: Dawning
Prompt: set in the future of this first drabble where either Callie is with Addie (after having left Arizona) or they have (somehow) managed a three-way relationship.
Fandom: Addison/Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: lakela
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 996
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This doesn't quite follow the request, but hopefully you are still satisfied with the outcome!
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Addison propped her generous glass of Riesling on the ledge of the bathtub and turned off the faucet once the water reached an appropriate level. Armed with her razor, she lathered her legs with shaving cream and set to removing the stubble that had accumulated over the past few days.
She began to hum when she could hear the voices drifting from down the hall and attempted to drown them out. It was no luck. She was surrounded. She was in hell.
Why she had ever agreed to allow Callie and her…pediatrician to stay at her apartment was completely beyond her. She'd had a lot of idiotic ideas in her life, but this had been the worst by far. Discovering her dormant feelings for her best friend when it was too late to do anything about it was one thing, but allowing her and her girlfriend to share her accommodations was quite another.
Every aspect of the weekend had been torture. Every shared meal and activity and trip to the beach had dug the knife a little deeper into her gut. The beach excursions, where she was forced to watch the two of them skip around in bathing suits, were an entirely new level of hell that even Addison had not experienced before. Arizona's clinginess, her abundance of cheerfulness, her easy-going, laid back disposition…Addison wanted to pull her hair and kick her in the shins.
She knew they were leaving tomorrow, but also knew that with them left the remnants of a ruined friendship between herself and Callie.
She wanted to like Arizona but she just…couldn't. She was fake. She was too pretty. She was too down-to-earth. Addison resented her. She resented everything she had and she resented Callie for actually lowering herself to the woman's level. Romantic feelings aside, Addison would have never supported Callie prostrating herself in front of a woman who demeaned her and made her feel unworthy. Not her Callie. She would never forgive Arizona for that.
As she sipped her wine, the bathroom door opened and Callie slipped in. "Up for a little company?"
Addison shrugged and returned to her leg. "Where's the Mrs? She's usually attached to your hip."
"Weekly call to her parents."
Addison nodded but said nothing.
Callie closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, propping her legs beside Addison's hip on the ledge of the bathtub. "What's going on with you, Ads?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," Callie replied quietly. Addison couldn't miss the sadness in her voice.
"This is just…too much."
"Why though? Explain it to me. You've made it more than clear that you don't like Arizona and I get that. You don't have to like everyone I've been in a relationship with. But you're my best friend and I expect you to act like it, not hide away in the bathroom shaving your legs when I never get to see you. I'm leaving tomorrow and who knows when I'll see you again."
"I'm not hiding. You two were doing your thing so I gave you space."
Callie sighed. "If I wanted space, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. We could easily have gone to any other city with a beach and a mall. I wanted to come here because I miss you, Addison. I miss my best friend. I don't get what's happened to make you act so differently around me."
"I'm not being different," Addison replied, wiping off the remnants of the shaving cream on her left leg. She lathered the right and propped it up against the wall.
"You are. Ever since Arizona and I…" As Callie's voice trailed off, Addison's face burned. She shaved faster.
"Addison."
The redhead couldn't respond, couldn't acknowledge the fact that her dense best friend may have finally figured it out. She kept up with her shaving and, thanks to her carelessness, was shocked when the razor slipped and sliced her leg. "Fuck!" She hissed, dropping the razor into the tub. She wiped off the rest of the cream and clamped her hand over the cut.
"C'mere," Callie said.
Addison looked over her shoulder; Callie was standing, reaching into the cabinet for a bandaid. She nodded towards the sink and Addison reluctantly stood, wiped her feet on the bathmat, and perched herself on the counter.
"Nicely done," Callie observed as she patted the water and blood away from the cut.
"Thanks." Addison scrunched her nose as Callie placed the bandaid carefully over the wound.
"Good as new." Callie did not back away. She held onto Addison's calf and stepped closer, leaning her chin on Addison's knee. "Talk to me, please."
Addison sighed. She was trapped. She looked at the door and back at Callie. "You're with the wrong girl."
Callie's eyebrows rose and she let go of Addison's leg. "What?"
Addison rolled her eyes. She was sick of hiding. Sick of lying. Sick of denying herself. She dropped her leg from the counter and curled her legs around Callie's waist, pulling her close to the counter. Grabbing Callie's face in her hands, she leaned in.
Callie's lips were soft and Addison's heart raced as she kissed her. Callie's whimper of surprise was more arousing than it should have been and Addison coiled her body tighter around Callie's, kissing her with every bit of pent up passion within her. Callie's arms hung slack by her sides, her lips frozen with shock, and then it all…changed. She kissed back, touched back, pressed her body against Addison's. Addison tangled her fingers in her hair and swept her tongue against Callie's. It was everything she'd imagined it to be. It was bliss.
It was…over. Callie pulled away, her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide and wet.
"I love you, Callie," Addison said. She hopped off the counter. "I'm sorry, but I do." She opened the door and walked down the hall, glaring at a confused Arizona on the way.
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Title: Anywhere But Here
Prompt: metamorphmagus fun, by the lake at the Burrow
Fandom: Ginny/Tonks/Hermione, Harry Potter
Requested by: Mac_beth13
Rating: R
Word Count: 790
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I hope this doesn't seem to be TOO much like a late--night Cinemax flick...I hope this idea (spawned in Beth's garden!) isn't too far-fetched or OOC. *nervous breath*
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Hermione self-consciously readjusted her bathing suit, pulling the scant fabric over the swell of her breasts in her attempt to seek further coverage. She cast a furtive glance to Ginny and Tonks lying beside her, both clothed in the most minimal bikinis that Hermione had ever seen. Thank Merlin that Harry and Ginny's brothers had gone into town with Mr. Weasley. Hermione was uncomfortable enough as it is.
She tugged her copy of Defensive Techniques and Their Practice closer to her nose. "Always keep the grip of your wand firm…"
"C'mon, do that thing with your ears," Ginny pleaded, followed by squeals of laughter.
Hermione looked over her book and watched as Tonks altered the size and shape of her ears to the likeness of a house elf. She suppressed a giggle.
"Put the book away for five minutes and have some fun," Ginny said, snatching the book from Hermione's hands. She passed it to Tonks, who stowed it beneath her satchel. "It's our day off. Just let loose."
"Yea. I'll show you anythin' you want," Tonks added, scrunching her nose while she changed the thickness of her eyebrows to something like two fat, furry caterpillars. She wiggled them enticingly. Ginny burst into laughter.
Hermione smiled.
"What's the point of being a metamorphmagi if you're not gonna have fun with it?"
"Oh, I've got one for you!" Ginny said, shifting to sit on her knees. "Do me."
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped.
"Oh come off it. I wanna know what I look like! Go on, Tonks."
Tonks gave a giggle and, after quite a bit of concentration, altered her form to the spitting image of Ginny.
Hermione looked between the two Ginnys and blushed.
"Bloody brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed, turning Tonks's head left and right to ascertain their likeness. "Okay. Give me bigger breasts."
"How big you want 'em?"
Ginny shrugged and laughed, watching as the copy of her chest began to expand. Hermione pretended not to notice and hoped the warmth of the sun would be a good enough explanation of her colored cheeks. When the scant fabric of Tonks's bikini top threatened to release its contents, Hermione looked away.
"Just looks odd, dunnit, 'mione?"
Hermione mumbled her agreement.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud!" Ginny said, smacking Hermione playfully with the rolled up towel she'd been using as a pillow. "It's just us."
"I know," Hermione replied, making a show of watching a passing butterfly. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ginny whispering something in Tonks's ear. Within moments Tonks morphed from Ginny's body to her own.
Hermione's mouth dropped upon staring back at herself, though Tonks's version was clad in a skimpy bikini. "Change back!"
"Why? What a laugh!"
"I don't like it. Change back."
"Where's your sense of humor, Hermione?" Tonks said, flipping her bushy hair from side to side. "Ooh, I like your hair."
"Cut it out. I mean it."
"Look how good you look!" Ginny added, her eyes scanning over the sight of the newly bared flesh. "Next time I'm hiding that bathing suit so you have to wear one of mine!"
Hermione's nostrils flared as she kept her temper in check. She felt exposed. She wanted to hide beneath the surface of the lake.
"Are you really that bothered? We're just having a bit of fun." Tonks tilted her head to the side, her eyes anxious.
"At my expense!"
"If it were at your expense, I'd do something like this." Ginny grabbed Tonks's face and kissed her.
Hermione squeaked and ignored the tightening of her nipples at the sight of her friends kissing…as her. Her brain couldn't completely wrap around the sight before her and to her relief, it was short-lived. Ginny pulled back and laughed. "That wasn't funny."
"Sorry. Couldn't resist. You're a good snogger, by the way." A look of confusion spread over her face. "Wait. Who's the good snogger? Was that all you, Tonks, or was that Hermione?"
Tonks shifted back into her own form, bubblegum pink hair adorning her head. "Only one way to find out, eh?"
Hermione's gut burned sharply as her friends began to kiss. She looked around the empty lakeside, half expecting that t he boys had somehow orchestrated this. She wouldn't be surprised if Polyjuice potion were involved. Or perhaps…
"Oye," Ginny said, fanning her face. "I think it's time for a dip."
The color of Tonks's cheeks matched her hair. "Good idea."
"Race ya?"
Hermione watched as the two of them raced towards the water and began to splash each other. They called her name to join them, but Hermione felt unable to move. She wished she had gone with the boys into town. She wished that she were anywhere but here.
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Title: Impressionable
Prompt: slum
Fandom: Bea/Penelope, The House of Eliott
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 532
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This was a tricky to write. I'm a bit nervous about it being in character. *holds breath* I even rushed the delivery of the first season via Netflix so that I could rewatch the Penelope/Bea scenes. I have to admit that I sort of forgot that I was doing "research" and got all into it…but alas, here it is….*hoemo* Hope you like it!
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Bea blinks hazily and registers the warmth of a body lying beside her. Her stomach clenches tightly. This must be a dream. Worse--this must be a nightmare.
Penelope stirs beside her and curls an arm around her waist, where her slip is bunched. How could she possibly…and with another woman…?
She closes her eyes and remembers.
*
"You don't trust me, do you?" Penelope asked bluntly, imposing herself between Bea and the door. She leant her arm against the desk in Jack's reception area, propped her other arm on her hip, and stared down the blonde.
"Quite frankly, no."
Penelope rolled her eyes.
"Well, can you honestly blame me? You're not the first stray my sister has taken in. Do you know how many have bitten the caring hand she's so foolishly given?"
"You make me sound like some sort of dog from the slums."
Bea shrugged.
"Do you think I'm warming her up just so I can betray her? Sneak in, steal your belongings?"
"There's precious little to steal as I'm sure you've surmised."
Penelope gave an incredulous laugh, moving a step closer. "You don't like me because I'm not someone you can control, because I wear trousers and work at a mission and don't work for wages."
"That's ridiculous."
"It's true," Penelope said, pointing her finger at Bea's chest. "I'm different and you can't stand it."
"You can live your life quite as you please. But leave Evie out of it."
"I am not going to infect her with some slum disease, Beatrice!"
Bea's face colored slightly. She looked away, fumbling with the tie at the bottom of her blouse. "I didn't say that," she said softly. "Evie is impressionable."
"Evie has a mind of her own, as you may have figured out. She didn't need me to develop that. Is it so terrible to think that someone who isn't a carbon copy of her spinster sister may actually be a good influence on her?"
Bea's mouth dropped slightly and she winced as if slapped. Her cheeks stained red. She opened her mouth to speak, the words seemingly caught in her throat. "You've said quite enough. I think you've made your point." She turned and walked into the empty studio.
"Beatrice, I'm sorry. I must have taken leave of my senses…I…that was uncalled for."
Bea sat on the chaise, staring at her hands in her lap. "Perhaps you're right."
"I'm not. I didn't mean what I said," Penelope replied, sitting beside her.
"I'm sure there was some inkling of truth in your words."
Penelope looked away, biting her lip.
"You have a freedom that my sister and I lack. You see, it's very intimidating. You unsettle me."
*
Bea opens her eyes and wonders for a moment if she'll be ill. She shakes Penelope roughly. The woman scrunches her nose in sleepy confusion as she is pulled from her slumber.
"You must leave. And you mustn't say anything to Evie. Or Jack. Oh please, Penelope, please don't tell him."
Penelope nods slowly, as if she knows a profound secret that even Bea is unaware of. She dresses swiftly and leaves Bea to the comprehension of something awakening within herself.
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Title: The Real Road Trip Experience
Prompt: Road trip, getting *playful* at a rest stop or in the car ;)
Fandom: Callie/Addison, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: kris_me
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 829
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: For the record, I am a horribly squeamish driver and do not condone sex while driving! That said, I hope you enjoy this!
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"You have to keep me awake," Callie complained, looking at the dozing form of her lover beside her.
"Can't stay awake," Addison groaned, kicking off a sandal and tucking one leg under another. "Why did we decide to leave right after work?"
"To get a head start on the weekend. It was your brilliant idea to leave for Tahoe when you got out of your last surgery so we wouldn't have to drive in the morning."
Addison groaned again. "Lemme just have a cat nap."
"No way. You won the coin toss but everyone knows that the passenger has to keep the driver awake on a road trip."
"Put some music on."
"Addison Torres-Montgomery!"
Addison's responding groan was weaker this time, her breathing becoming slow and deep. Callie rolled her eyes.
This was not how she pictured spending the beginning of their one-year anniversary weekend. She'd suggested that they fly but Addison was insistent upon driving and having a real road trip experience.
There was no way that Callie was going to spend the next seven hours in the car with a sleeping lover.
No. Freaking. Way.
Callie snuck a glance at Addison's dozing form. Her skirt had ridden up her thigh, revealing an expanse of delicious alabaster skin. A grin spread across her face and she set the cruise control.
Reaching over the small center console, Callie rested her hand on Addison's thigh. She was impossibly smooth beneath the warmth of her palm and Callie felt herself growing uncomfortable in her jeans.
She slid her hand higher, stroking her fingers just outside the barrier of her cotton panties.
"What're you doing?" Addison mumbled, her eyes remaining firmly closed.
"Keeping myself entertained."
"If this is part of your evil ploy to keep me awake, you can just forget it."
"All right. Go back to sleep then, babe." Callie's fingers brushed against Addison's cloth-covered slit.
"Leave my lady parts alone."
"Uh uh. Rules of the road trip. You can sleep if you want, but I'm keeping myself occupied however I want."
"You're not…oh…playing fair."
"No?" Callie could feel the fabric growing damp with each pass of her fingers.
Addison opened her eyes. "You know damn well that you're not."
"Oh, good morning, love. How was the nap?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
Callie's face grew hot and as she kept her eyes firmly on the road, she fumbled between Addison's legs until her fingers were beneath her panties.
"You better not kill us," Addison said, moving slightly to give Callie more access. She parted her legs wider.
"I won't. I think. We may give a few truck drivers a show though."
"So get in the other lane."
"My my, aren't we demanding?"
"You…started…uhn, yes, there…this…"
Callie's fingers moved quickly through her lover's damp, sticky folds, attempting to fuck her with finesse despite the awkward angle. She was worried about elbowing Addison in the face, or getting distracted with the wheel…
…But Callie was not one to leave a job unfinished.
She angled her hand and began to flick her middle finger against Addison's clit. It was killing her not to be able to watch. There was something about Addison's face mid-coitus that turned her on to the point of insanity. Knowing this, Callie kept her eyes firmly on the road.
Addison began to writhe and moan, her hands gripping at the back of her headrest. Her hips lifted and fell against her and she began to shake, offering fragments of words that were lost amongst her cries. "Oh yes…right there…please, Cal…"
Callie sunk her teeth into her lower lip, trying desperately to ignore the increasing throb between her own legs. She pressed her finger firmly against Addison as she maneuvered the car past a few particularly slow minivans and allowed herself to drift back into the slow lane, where she began to stroke Addison with fervor.
Callie didn't need to be looking at Addison to know when her climax hit; the gush of wetness and the loud cry sent all of the moisture in Callie's body south. She considered pulling the car over and devouring Addison properly, but the idea of the bed in their romantic cabin was too enticing to set aside for a quickie on the highway.
"Oh my God," Addison said when Callie took her hand away. "I am officially a fan of road trips."
"I'm not. I hate them."
"Want to have a turn?" Addison leaned closer and licked the shell of Callie's ear.
"No! No, seriously, no. I would rather live to have an orgasm than die to have one."
"Suit yourself."
"Yep." Callie drummed her wet fingers against the steering wheel. "You're not going to fall back asleep now, are you?"
"What am I, a man?"
"If memory serves me right, you're definitely a woman." Callie licked her fingers.
"You're amazing, you know."
"I know."
"Hey Cal?"
"Hmm?"
"Are we there yet?"
Callie laughed and rolled her eyes. She should have let Addison sleep.
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Well, that's a thing of the past. Sorry, guys...I hope you don't mind that I've become increasingly more wordy as the posts have progressed. I think it's because a lot of the more "difficult" requests have taken a lot more thought and therefore end up being a little longer to make them plausible. Or...that's my guess, anyway. Somehow I can't imagine that the people who've made the requests will mind TOO much.
I hope that you enjoy! After this post there will only be six requests remaining, and then I may just have to post this challenge again. I'm having way too much fun with it not to keep going! Please oh please comment!
For the first batch of prompts, click here.
For the second batch of prompts, click here.
For the third batch of prompts, click here.
For the fourth batch of prompts, click here.
Fandoms include: The Hours, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, The House of Eliott
Requests by: ellipsisoveruse , lakela ,
mac_beth13 , kitnkabootle ,
kris_me
Title: Resurrection
Prompt: Virginia Woolf
Fandom: The Hours
Requested by: ellipsisoveruse
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 244
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This was tricky. When I received the prompt that could have anything to do with Virginia Woolf, the first thing that came to mind was jumping back to "The Hours." There was no way I was going to attempt to emulate one of my literary heroes or do an RPF, so this was the only solution. This takes place after Virginia kisses her sister.
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Vanessa's gone. Virginia is alone again and she feels empty. She feels as though her life support has been taken away. She feels like she's suffocating, like she's lying just below the surface and is watching the world pass by without her.
She heads for the stairs, her step so light that she creeps upon the kitchen without being heard by the maids. It can be both a blessing and a curse that she moves like the wind in her own home. Virginia contemplates interloping on their privacy or sneaking past to her sanctuary. She decides to listen; she'd rather know what the maids have to say behind her back than imagine the possibilities on her own. The imagined insults that her mind comes up with are always undoubtedly worse than reality.
Though their tones are muffled, she hears Nelly whisper, "It's not normal, kissing a sister on the mouth like that. She's a queer one, ain't she?"
Virginia's heard enough. She takes the stairs swiftly, barricading herself back within the safety of her room.
So she's queer. She's not right. It's not the first time she's heard these words and it's not going to be the last.
Has Nelly never needed the kiss of life? Has she never lost the breath in her lungs and has needed to have life breathed back into her?
Virginia sits on the bed and stares at the vase of fresh wild flowers.
What's so queer about resurrection?
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Title: Dawning
Prompt: set in the future of this first drabble where either Callie is with Addie (after having left Arizona) or they have (somehow) managed a three-way relationship.
Fandom: Addison/Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: lakela
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 996
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This doesn't quite follow the request, but hopefully you are still satisfied with the outcome!
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Addison propped her generous glass of Riesling on the ledge of the bathtub and turned off the faucet once the water reached an appropriate level. Armed with her razor, she lathered her legs with shaving cream and set to removing the stubble that had accumulated over the past few days.
She began to hum when she could hear the voices drifting from down the hall and attempted to drown them out. It was no luck. She was surrounded. She was in hell.
Why she had ever agreed to allow Callie and her…pediatrician to stay at her apartment was completely beyond her. She'd had a lot of idiotic ideas in her life, but this had been the worst by far. Discovering her dormant feelings for her best friend when it was too late to do anything about it was one thing, but allowing her and her girlfriend to share her accommodations was quite another.
Every aspect of the weekend had been torture. Every shared meal and activity and trip to the beach had dug the knife a little deeper into her gut. The beach excursions, where she was forced to watch the two of them skip around in bathing suits, were an entirely new level of hell that even Addison had not experienced before. Arizona's clinginess, her abundance of cheerfulness, her easy-going, laid back disposition…Addison wanted to pull her hair and kick her in the shins.
She knew they were leaving tomorrow, but also knew that with them left the remnants of a ruined friendship between herself and Callie.
She wanted to like Arizona but she just…couldn't. She was fake. She was too pretty. She was too down-to-earth. Addison resented her. She resented everything she had and she resented Callie for actually lowering herself to the woman's level. Romantic feelings aside, Addison would have never supported Callie prostrating herself in front of a woman who demeaned her and made her feel unworthy. Not her Callie. She would never forgive Arizona for that.
As she sipped her wine, the bathroom door opened and Callie slipped in. "Up for a little company?"
Addison shrugged and returned to her leg. "Where's the Mrs? She's usually attached to your hip."
"Weekly call to her parents."
Addison nodded but said nothing.
Callie closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, propping her legs beside Addison's hip on the ledge of the bathtub. "What's going on with you, Ads?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," Callie replied quietly. Addison couldn't miss the sadness in her voice.
"This is just…too much."
"Why though? Explain it to me. You've made it more than clear that you don't like Arizona and I get that. You don't have to like everyone I've been in a relationship with. But you're my best friend and I expect you to act like it, not hide away in the bathroom shaving your legs when I never get to see you. I'm leaving tomorrow and who knows when I'll see you again."
"I'm not hiding. You two were doing your thing so I gave you space."
Callie sighed. "If I wanted space, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. We could easily have gone to any other city with a beach and a mall. I wanted to come here because I miss you, Addison. I miss my best friend. I don't get what's happened to make you act so differently around me."
"I'm not being different," Addison replied, wiping off the remnants of the shaving cream on her left leg. She lathered the right and propped it up against the wall.
"You are. Ever since Arizona and I…" As Callie's voice trailed off, Addison's face burned. She shaved faster.
"Addison."
The redhead couldn't respond, couldn't acknowledge the fact that her dense best friend may have finally figured it out. She kept up with her shaving and, thanks to her carelessness, was shocked when the razor slipped and sliced her leg. "Fuck!" She hissed, dropping the razor into the tub. She wiped off the rest of the cream and clamped her hand over the cut.
"C'mere," Callie said.
Addison looked over her shoulder; Callie was standing, reaching into the cabinet for a bandaid. She nodded towards the sink and Addison reluctantly stood, wiped her feet on the bathmat, and perched herself on the counter.
"Nicely done," Callie observed as she patted the water and blood away from the cut.
"Thanks." Addison scrunched her nose as Callie placed the bandaid carefully over the wound.
"Good as new." Callie did not back away. She held onto Addison's calf and stepped closer, leaning her chin on Addison's knee. "Talk to me, please."
Addison sighed. She was trapped. She looked at the door and back at Callie. "You're with the wrong girl."
Callie's eyebrows rose and she let go of Addison's leg. "What?"
Addison rolled her eyes. She was sick of hiding. Sick of lying. Sick of denying herself. She dropped her leg from the counter and curled her legs around Callie's waist, pulling her close to the counter. Grabbing Callie's face in her hands, she leaned in.
Callie's lips were soft and Addison's heart raced as she kissed her. Callie's whimper of surprise was more arousing than it should have been and Addison coiled her body tighter around Callie's, kissing her with every bit of pent up passion within her. Callie's arms hung slack by her sides, her lips frozen with shock, and then it all…changed. She kissed back, touched back, pressed her body against Addison's. Addison tangled her fingers in her hair and swept her tongue against Callie's. It was everything she'd imagined it to be. It was bliss.
It was…over. Callie pulled away, her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide and wet.
"I love you, Callie," Addison said. She hopped off the counter. "I'm sorry, but I do." She opened the door and walked down the hall, glaring at a confused Arizona on the way.
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Title: Anywhere But Here
Prompt: metamorphmagus fun, by the lake at the Burrow
Fandom: Ginny/Tonks/Hermione, Harry Potter
Requested by: Mac_beth13
Rating: R
Word Count: 790
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I hope this doesn't seem to be TOO much like a late--night Cinemax flick...I hope this idea (spawned in Beth's garden!) isn't too far-fetched or OOC. *nervous breath*
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Hermione self-consciously readjusted her bathing suit, pulling the scant fabric over the swell of her breasts in her attempt to seek further coverage. She cast a furtive glance to Ginny and Tonks lying beside her, both clothed in the most minimal bikinis that Hermione had ever seen. Thank Merlin that Harry and Ginny's brothers had gone into town with Mr. Weasley. Hermione was uncomfortable enough as it is.
She tugged her copy of Defensive Techniques and Their Practice closer to her nose. "Always keep the grip of your wand firm…"
"C'mon, do that thing with your ears," Ginny pleaded, followed by squeals of laughter.
Hermione looked over her book and watched as Tonks altered the size and shape of her ears to the likeness of a house elf. She suppressed a giggle.
"Put the book away for five minutes and have some fun," Ginny said, snatching the book from Hermione's hands. She passed it to Tonks, who stowed it beneath her satchel. "It's our day off. Just let loose."
"Yea. I'll show you anythin' you want," Tonks added, scrunching her nose while she changed the thickness of her eyebrows to something like two fat, furry caterpillars. She wiggled them enticingly. Ginny burst into laughter.
Hermione smiled.
"What's the point of being a metamorphmagi if you're not gonna have fun with it?"
"Oh, I've got one for you!" Ginny said, shifting to sit on her knees. "Do me."
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped.
"Oh come off it. I wanna know what I look like! Go on, Tonks."
Tonks gave a giggle and, after quite a bit of concentration, altered her form to the spitting image of Ginny.
Hermione looked between the two Ginnys and blushed.
"Bloody brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed, turning Tonks's head left and right to ascertain their likeness. "Okay. Give me bigger breasts."
"How big you want 'em?"
Ginny shrugged and laughed, watching as the copy of her chest began to expand. Hermione pretended not to notice and hoped the warmth of the sun would be a good enough explanation of her colored cheeks. When the scant fabric of Tonks's bikini top threatened to release its contents, Hermione looked away.
"Just looks odd, dunnit, 'mione?"
Hermione mumbled her agreement.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud!" Ginny said, smacking Hermione playfully with the rolled up towel she'd been using as a pillow. "It's just us."
"I know," Hermione replied, making a show of watching a passing butterfly. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ginny whispering something in Tonks's ear. Within moments Tonks morphed from Ginny's body to her own.
Hermione's mouth dropped upon staring back at herself, though Tonks's version was clad in a skimpy bikini. "Change back!"
"Why? What a laugh!"
"I don't like it. Change back."
"Where's your sense of humor, Hermione?" Tonks said, flipping her bushy hair from side to side. "Ooh, I like your hair."
"Cut it out. I mean it."
"Look how good you look!" Ginny added, her eyes scanning over the sight of the newly bared flesh. "Next time I'm hiding that bathing suit so you have to wear one of mine!"
Hermione's nostrils flared as she kept her temper in check. She felt exposed. She wanted to hide beneath the surface of the lake.
"Are you really that bothered? We're just having a bit of fun." Tonks tilted her head to the side, her eyes anxious.
"At my expense!"
"If it were at your expense, I'd do something like this." Ginny grabbed Tonks's face and kissed her.
Hermione squeaked and ignored the tightening of her nipples at the sight of her friends kissing…as her. Her brain couldn't completely wrap around the sight before her and to her relief, it was short-lived. Ginny pulled back and laughed. "That wasn't funny."
"Sorry. Couldn't resist. You're a good snogger, by the way." A look of confusion spread over her face. "Wait. Who's the good snogger? Was that all you, Tonks, or was that Hermione?"
Tonks shifted back into her own form, bubblegum pink hair adorning her head. "Only one way to find out, eh?"
Hermione's gut burned sharply as her friends began to kiss. She looked around the empty lakeside, half expecting that t he boys had somehow orchestrated this. She wouldn't be surprised if Polyjuice potion were involved. Or perhaps…
"Oye," Ginny said, fanning her face. "I think it's time for a dip."
The color of Tonks's cheeks matched her hair. "Good idea."
"Race ya?"
Hermione watched as the two of them raced towards the water and began to splash each other. They called her name to join them, but Hermione felt unable to move. She wished she had gone with the boys into town. She wished that she were anywhere but here.
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Title: Impressionable
Prompt: slum
Fandom: Bea/Penelope, The House of Eliott
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 532
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This was a tricky to write. I'm a bit nervous about it being in character. *holds breath* I even rushed the delivery of the first season via Netflix so that I could rewatch the Penelope/Bea scenes. I have to admit that I sort of forgot that I was doing "research" and got all into it…but alas, here it is….*hoemo* Hope you like it!
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Bea blinks hazily and registers the warmth of a body lying beside her. Her stomach clenches tightly. This must be a dream. Worse--this must be a nightmare.
Penelope stirs beside her and curls an arm around her waist, where her slip is bunched. How could she possibly…and with another woman…?
She closes her eyes and remembers.
*
"You don't trust me, do you?" Penelope asked bluntly, imposing herself between Bea and the door. She leant her arm against the desk in Jack's reception area, propped her other arm on her hip, and stared down the blonde.
"Quite frankly, no."
Penelope rolled her eyes.
"Well, can you honestly blame me? You're not the first stray my sister has taken in. Do you know how many have bitten the caring hand she's so foolishly given?"
"You make me sound like some sort of dog from the slums."
Bea shrugged.
"Do you think I'm warming her up just so I can betray her? Sneak in, steal your belongings?"
"There's precious little to steal as I'm sure you've surmised."
Penelope gave an incredulous laugh, moving a step closer. "You don't like me because I'm not someone you can control, because I wear trousers and work at a mission and don't work for wages."
"That's ridiculous."
"It's true," Penelope said, pointing her finger at Bea's chest. "I'm different and you can't stand it."
"You can live your life quite as you please. But leave Evie out of it."
"I am not going to infect her with some slum disease, Beatrice!"
Bea's face colored slightly. She looked away, fumbling with the tie at the bottom of her blouse. "I didn't say that," she said softly. "Evie is impressionable."
"Evie has a mind of her own, as you may have figured out. She didn't need me to develop that. Is it so terrible to think that someone who isn't a carbon copy of her spinster sister may actually be a good influence on her?"
Bea's mouth dropped slightly and she winced as if slapped. Her cheeks stained red. She opened her mouth to speak, the words seemingly caught in her throat. "You've said quite enough. I think you've made your point." She turned and walked into the empty studio.
"Beatrice, I'm sorry. I must have taken leave of my senses…I…that was uncalled for."
Bea sat on the chaise, staring at her hands in her lap. "Perhaps you're right."
"I'm not. I didn't mean what I said," Penelope replied, sitting beside her.
"I'm sure there was some inkling of truth in your words."
Penelope looked away, biting her lip.
"You have a freedom that my sister and I lack. You see, it's very intimidating. You unsettle me."
*
Bea opens her eyes and wonders for a moment if she'll be ill. She shakes Penelope roughly. The woman scrunches her nose in sleepy confusion as she is pulled from her slumber.
"You must leave. And you mustn't say anything to Evie. Or Jack. Oh please, Penelope, please don't tell him."
Penelope nods slowly, as if she knows a profound secret that even Bea is unaware of. She dresses swiftly and leaves Bea to the comprehension of something awakening within herself.
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Title: The Real Road Trip Experience
Prompt: Road trip, getting *playful* at a rest stop or in the car ;)
Fandom: Callie/Addison, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: kris_me
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 829
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: For the record, I am a horribly squeamish driver and do not condone sex while driving! That said, I hope you enjoy this!
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"You have to keep me awake," Callie complained, looking at the dozing form of her lover beside her.
"Can't stay awake," Addison groaned, kicking off a sandal and tucking one leg under another. "Why did we decide to leave right after work?"
"To get a head start on the weekend. It was your brilliant idea to leave for Tahoe when you got out of your last surgery so we wouldn't have to drive in the morning."
Addison groaned again. "Lemme just have a cat nap."
"No way. You won the coin toss but everyone knows that the passenger has to keep the driver awake on a road trip."
"Put some music on."
"Addison Torres-Montgomery!"
Addison's responding groan was weaker this time, her breathing becoming slow and deep. Callie rolled her eyes.
This was not how she pictured spending the beginning of their one-year anniversary weekend. She'd suggested that they fly but Addison was insistent upon driving and having a real road trip experience.
There was no way that Callie was going to spend the next seven hours in the car with a sleeping lover.
No. Freaking. Way.
Callie snuck a glance at Addison's dozing form. Her skirt had ridden up her thigh, revealing an expanse of delicious alabaster skin. A grin spread across her face and she set the cruise control.
Reaching over the small center console, Callie rested her hand on Addison's thigh. She was impossibly smooth beneath the warmth of her palm and Callie felt herself growing uncomfortable in her jeans.
She slid her hand higher, stroking her fingers just outside the barrier of her cotton panties.
"What're you doing?" Addison mumbled, her eyes remaining firmly closed.
"Keeping myself entertained."
"If this is part of your evil ploy to keep me awake, you can just forget it."
"All right. Go back to sleep then, babe." Callie's fingers brushed against Addison's cloth-covered slit.
"Leave my lady parts alone."
"Uh uh. Rules of the road trip. You can sleep if you want, but I'm keeping myself occupied however I want."
"You're not…oh…playing fair."
"No?" Callie could feel the fabric growing damp with each pass of her fingers.
Addison opened her eyes. "You know damn well that you're not."
"Oh, good morning, love. How was the nap?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
Callie's face grew hot and as she kept her eyes firmly on the road, she fumbled between Addison's legs until her fingers were beneath her panties.
"You better not kill us," Addison said, moving slightly to give Callie more access. She parted her legs wider.
"I won't. I think. We may give a few truck drivers a show though."
"So get in the other lane."
"My my, aren't we demanding?"
"You…started…uhn, yes, there…this…"
Callie's fingers moved quickly through her lover's damp, sticky folds, attempting to fuck her with finesse despite the awkward angle. She was worried about elbowing Addison in the face, or getting distracted with the wheel…
…But Callie was not one to leave a job unfinished.
She angled her hand and began to flick her middle finger against Addison's clit. It was killing her not to be able to watch. There was something about Addison's face mid-coitus that turned her on to the point of insanity. Knowing this, Callie kept her eyes firmly on the road.
Addison began to writhe and moan, her hands gripping at the back of her headrest. Her hips lifted and fell against her and she began to shake, offering fragments of words that were lost amongst her cries. "Oh yes…right there…please, Cal…"
Callie sunk her teeth into her lower lip, trying desperately to ignore the increasing throb between her own legs. She pressed her finger firmly against Addison as she maneuvered the car past a few particularly slow minivans and allowed herself to drift back into the slow lane, where she began to stroke Addison with fervor.
Callie didn't need to be looking at Addison to know when her climax hit; the gush of wetness and the loud cry sent all of the moisture in Callie's body south. She considered pulling the car over and devouring Addison properly, but the idea of the bed in their romantic cabin was too enticing to set aside for a quickie on the highway.
"Oh my God," Addison said when Callie took her hand away. "I am officially a fan of road trips."
"I'm not. I hate them."
"Want to have a turn?" Addison leaned closer and licked the shell of Callie's ear.
"No! No, seriously, no. I would rather live to have an orgasm than die to have one."
"Suit yourself."
"Yep." Callie drummed her wet fingers against the steering wheel. "You're not going to fall back asleep now, are you?"
"What am I, a man?"
"If memory serves me right, you're definitely a woman." Callie licked her fingers.
"You're amazing, you know."
"I know."
"Hey Cal?"
"Hmm?"
"Are we there yet?"
Callie laughed and rolled her eyes. She should have let Addison sleep.
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