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Reply to GalePosted to the Roswell Slash list October 2, 2000
There's something about hot blonde girls...ooh. I'm all atremble. <bg>
TITLE: Afternoon Delight
AUTHOR: Gale Dumont
RATING: I'd say PG-13. There's nothing in here I wouldn't show my grandparents.
WARNING: Here there be slash. Not explicit, but slash nonetheless.
DISCLAIMER: A haiku: "They're in no way mine./I have accepted this fact./Well, no, I have not."
SUMMARY: A proposition.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: In response to Sothys' challenge on RAC; the first 77 words -- up through "Someone who can surprise me" -- are all hers. The rest is mine.
DEDICATED: To Sothys, who sent out the challenge, and Miranda, my twin, who took off the gauntlet and slapped me with it.
Pure raunch? Nah. Tired. It's been done.
What I want is something utterly new, a completely different frictional experience. And I wonder sometimes, when it does happen, if it will be cool, soft, serene. Or, if it will be like being swallowed by a conscious, desperate, radioactive element.
What I need is someone who will tear my reality apart and pour another molten one around me, blowing on it until it gels.
Someone who can surprise me.
There was a very long silence. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock.
Finally, Maria spoke. "You," she said quietly, staring at the taller blonde woman, "have lost your mind."
Isabel cocked an eyebrow at her. "What makes you think that?"
"Where would you like me to start?"
Isabel took a long breath and walked over to stand in front of Maria. "Maria," she said, forcing her voice to be calm. "It's not like I'm asking you to give blood or steal state secrets or something."
"No, you're not. And right now, that whole stealing state secrets thing sounds like an option." Maria folded her arms over her breasts. "No," she said finally. "No, uh-uh, no way. Sorry."
Isabel made a noise in the back of her throat. "What do I have to do to get you to help me with this?"
"Nothing, because I'm not going to do it."
"*No*." She spun on her heel and turned to go.
With neither warning nor real thought behind it, Isabel crossed the room and grabbed hold of Maria's shoulders. The smaller blonde had just enough time to think /God, she's strong/ before her brain caught up to her and pointed out two very important facts.
One: Isabel was kissing her.
Two: Maria was kissing her right back.
Slowly, very slowly, Maria pulled away. She was mildly pleased to note that Isabel's cheeks were flushed, and her mouth was redder than usual.
"Maria," Isabel said calmly, her voice in no way disturbed by what had just happened, "it's not like I want to date you, for Godsakes. I just want to have sex with you. That's all."
There was a very long, ominous silence.
"Oh, what the hell," Maria muttered, and tackled her.
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