Girl Talk (Slash, Coraline/Cynthia, PG)
Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 7:35 pm
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Title: Girl Talk
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Redwinter101 inspired me to write a G-rated slash story. I'm rating it PG just because of the implied sexuality.
This is the first slash I've ever written. For people who get squicked by that sort of thing, it's not at all graphic. I'd appreciate people's comments. Thanks!
Girl Talk
The night after Mick asked me, she came to my door and leaned against the jamb, just watching me as I sat at my dressing table doing my makeup. Her cornsilk hair shone in the lamplight. I looked at her reflected image, so dear to me, so familiar, and so very, very discomfited.
After a few minutes of staring at me, she finally spoke. “It’s stupid. What are you thinking, cherie? This idiot is nothing but trouble and you know it. Worse than trouble. And for what?”
“I love him, bijou. That’s all. And he’s not an idiot. He’s worth every one of my brothers rolled into one. Ten times that. He’s an angel.”
"Eh, bah." Her reflected eyes fell away from mine as she looked down, and her hair obscured her delicate features. She pointed her toe against the carpeting and began to do ballet stretches, using the edge of the door as a barre. I watched, enthralled, as her slim body moved through the exercises, bending low and then stretching up, her graceful arms curved just so, slender fingers completing the line of the arm—exquisite. I forgot to breathe.
At last her eyes met mine again. She was on her toes, one arm curved over her head, one extended gracefully toward me, poised as if to pirouette. She made a little sound in her throat.
“Don’t do it, Coraline. Don’t... don’t leave me. Not for him.” There were tears in those lovely eyes. Her generous mouth twisted.
“Ma chere...Cynthia...” I rose from the dressing table and turned to face her. One tear sparkled and then rolled down her cheek.
I stepped into the curve of her arm and gently caressed her hair. She swayed and dropped to flat feet, and her arms came around me, gently, almost tentatively. I kissed the tear from her face.
“He’s just a man, Cynthia. I love him, yes. And he excites me. But you are my own dear one. You always will be. Nothing can change that, you know.”
Her head drooped to my shoulder and I stood with her, stroking her hair and running my hand down her back, over and over.
Her arms tightened around me in a fierce, hard hug. “I’ll be here when he’s dust, Coraline. I’ll always be here for you, my darling.” She kissed my face, my ear, my neck. I felt the tiniest scratch of fangs against my throat, and then she stepped back and took a deep breath.
“Come, sit down again, ma belle, and let me fix your hair for you. It’ll be like old times.”
I turned back to the dressing table and sat before the mirror, smiling up at the reflection of my beloved friend.
She picked up the brush and began drawing it through my hair, then twisted it expertly into a chignon. I watched her serious face as she worked her magic on me.
“Eh voila!” she said, resting her hands on my shoulders. “You look gorgeous.”
I tilted my head up to look at her. “My dear friend...what would I do without you?”
She leaned down and rested her cheek against mine, looking at me in the mirror, her eyes as blue as the summer sky.
“You will never need to know. Never.”
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Title: Girl Talk
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Redwinter101 inspired me to write a G-rated slash story. I'm rating it PG just because of the implied sexuality.
This is the first slash I've ever written. For people who get squicked by that sort of thing, it's not at all graphic. I'd appreciate people's comments. Thanks!
Girl Talk
The night after Mick asked me, she came to my door and leaned against the jamb, just watching me as I sat at my dressing table doing my makeup. Her cornsilk hair shone in the lamplight. I looked at her reflected image, so dear to me, so familiar, and so very, very discomfited.
After a few minutes of staring at me, she finally spoke. “It’s stupid. What are you thinking, cherie? This idiot is nothing but trouble and you know it. Worse than trouble. And for what?”
“I love him, bijou. That’s all. And he’s not an idiot. He’s worth every one of my brothers rolled into one. Ten times that. He’s an angel.”
"Eh, bah." Her reflected eyes fell away from mine as she looked down, and her hair obscured her delicate features. She pointed her toe against the carpeting and began to do ballet stretches, using the edge of the door as a barre. I watched, enthralled, as her slim body moved through the exercises, bending low and then stretching up, her graceful arms curved just so, slender fingers completing the line of the arm—exquisite. I forgot to breathe.
At last her eyes met mine again. She was on her toes, one arm curved over her head, one extended gracefully toward me, poised as if to pirouette. She made a little sound in her throat.
“Don’t do it, Coraline. Don’t... don’t leave me. Not for him.” There were tears in those lovely eyes. Her generous mouth twisted.
“Ma chere...Cynthia...” I rose from the dressing table and turned to face her. One tear sparkled and then rolled down her cheek.
I stepped into the curve of her arm and gently caressed her hair. She swayed and dropped to flat feet, and her arms came around me, gently, almost tentatively. I kissed the tear from her face.
“He’s just a man, Cynthia. I love him, yes. And he excites me. But you are my own dear one. You always will be. Nothing can change that, you know.”
Her head drooped to my shoulder and I stood with her, stroking her hair and running my hand down her back, over and over.
Her arms tightened around me in a fierce, hard hug. “I’ll be here when he’s dust, Coraline. I’ll always be here for you, my darling.” She kissed my face, my ear, my neck. I felt the tiniest scratch of fangs against my throat, and then she stepped back and took a deep breath.
“Come, sit down again, ma belle, and let me fix your hair for you. It’ll be like old times.”
I turned back to the dressing table and sat before the mirror, smiling up at the reflection of my beloved friend.
She picked up the brush and began drawing it through my hair, then twisted it expertly into a chignon. I watched her serious face as she worked her magic on me.
“Eh voila!” she said, resting her hands on my shoulders. “You look gorgeous.”
I tilted my head up to look at her. “My dear friend...what would I do without you?”
She leaned down and rested her cheek against mine, looking at me in the mirror, her eyes as blue as the summer sky.
“You will never need to know. Never.”
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