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femslashficlets2019-02-06 09:27 am
ilthit) wrote in femslashficlets2019-02-06 09:27 am
Janelle Monáe lyrics: Bubbly Wine (Ghostbusters 2016)
Title: Bubbly Wine
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Characters/Pairings: Erin/Patty, Abby
Rating: PG-13
Words: 287
Notes: For the prompt “Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?”
There was a lump—no, a rock—in Erin’s throat, its jagged edges pressing into her every time she tried to speak. She was aware of oscillating, and stopped herself. Nobody liked an oscillator. But Patty had been kind to her, made room for her in the car, rescued her out of a verbal misstep at the NYPRA interview, brought her a glass of bubbly wine. Patty didn’t mind. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump down. “I--”
“You were wondering if I meant what I said.”
Erin blinked at her, and all her preparatory work crashed into a heap.
They were in a dark corner of the NYPRA’s already perpetually underlit social room while Abby debated loudly with the president about the value of using mythology as a starting point on forming preliminary hypotheses. Wherever Holtzmann was, she was somebody else’s problem right now. Erin cocked her head, cradled her bubbly wine and gazed up at Patty, for once allowing some of what she felt show in her eyes. But, of course, it was rather dark.
She was just so… strong. Confident. Big. Her fingers. Her lips. The way her voice dipped low when she leaned close to you.
Erin liked boys that were more beautiful than life and men who would look right standing beside her in an Ikea catalogue. Women, though. Women were complex and forbidden and every detail of them was stunning. She shouldn’t be looking at women for too long.
“Well?” Erin asked, crossing her arms and managing not to even spill the wine.
Patty leaned closer, and fuck, her voice made Erin’s belly turn to a hot puddle. “One way to find out.”
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Characters/Pairings: Erin/Patty, Abby
Rating: PG-13
Words: 287
Notes: For the prompt “Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?”
There was a lump—no, a rock—in Erin’s throat, its jagged edges pressing into her every time she tried to speak. She was aware of oscillating, and stopped herself. Nobody liked an oscillator. But Patty had been kind to her, made room for her in the car, rescued her out of a verbal misstep at the NYPRA interview, brought her a glass of bubbly wine. Patty didn’t mind. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump down. “I--”
“You were wondering if I meant what I said.”
Erin blinked at her, and all her preparatory work crashed into a heap.
They were in a dark corner of the NYPRA’s already perpetually underlit social room while Abby debated loudly with the president about the value of using mythology as a starting point on forming preliminary hypotheses. Wherever Holtzmann was, she was somebody else’s problem right now. Erin cocked her head, cradled her bubbly wine and gazed up at Patty, for once allowing some of what she felt show in her eyes. But, of course, it was rather dark.
She was just so… strong. Confident. Big. Her fingers. Her lips. The way her voice dipped low when she leaned close to you.
Erin liked boys that were more beautiful than life and men who would look right standing beside her in an Ikea catalogue. Women, though. Women were complex and forbidden and every detail of them was stunning. She shouldn’t be looking at women for too long.
“Well?” Erin asked, crossing her arms and managing not to even spill the wine.
Patty leaned closer, and fuck, her voice made Erin’s belly turn to a hot puddle. “One way to find out.”