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Janelle Monáe lyrics: First Mornings After (Ghostbusters 2016)
Title: First Mornings After
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Characters/Pairings: Patty Tolan/Abby Yates
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Prompt: Come, let me kiss you right there wake you up like sunrise
“Mmm.” Patty rolled on her back, her foot hitting the end of an unfamiliar bed. A gentle snore, like a wooden ball rolling around in a plastic bowl, emanated from the warm heap of woman next to her.
First morning afters. God. She could write a book on those. A lot of them had come with regrets. Maybe the guy hadn’t been as much of a sex god as he’d claimed. Maybe a part of her knew the girl would be coming back later that day with a moving truck and they’d have to have a Conversation. Sometimes she’d be the one who’d failed some expectation neither of them had discussed before jumping into bed, or told lies she’d have to face up to. None of that was fun.
But then sometimes it all worked out great. You could wake up next to someone who would still be your friend as the sun rose high.
Abby’s makeup was smeared over her face, that hair with the white peeking out from under the dye-job sticking in every direction. Patty could remember what had smeared that lipstick and she smiled at the absolute mess she’d made. Fuck. Yeah. They’d be all right.
Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016)
Characters/Pairings: Patty Tolan/Abby Yates
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Prompt: Come, let me kiss you right there wake you up like sunrise
“Mmm.” Patty rolled on her back, her foot hitting the end of an unfamiliar bed. A gentle snore, like a wooden ball rolling around in a plastic bowl, emanated from the warm heap of woman next to her.
First morning afters. God. She could write a book on those. A lot of them had come with regrets. Maybe the guy hadn’t been as much of a sex god as he’d claimed. Maybe a part of her knew the girl would be coming back later that day with a moving truck and they’d have to have a Conversation. Sometimes she’d be the one who’d failed some expectation neither of them had discussed before jumping into bed, or told lies she’d have to face up to. None of that was fun.
But then sometimes it all worked out great. You could wake up next to someone who would still be your friend as the sun rose high.
Abby’s makeup was smeared over her face, that hair with the white peeking out from under the dye-job sticking in every direction. Patty could remember what had smeared that lipstick and she smiled at the absolute mess she’d made. Fuck. Yeah. They’d be all right.