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[213 Name] Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Original)
Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Jackie Devine/Gloria Pearce
Rating: PG-13
Words: 275
Notes: n/a
Gloria addresses her notes to Sparks and signs them Reflection. She gets some back addressed to Cheek, signed by the drawing of a five-pointed star within a circle. Larry finds a stack of them in Jackie’s jewelry box when he’s raiding the girls for cash, but only tells Jackie not to get pregnant or she’ll be out on her ass, no matter how many regulars ask after her specific.
Jackie tells the story as she’s lying in Gloria’s arms in the ridiculous little bed and breakfast that her paycheck barely pays for, and her giggles rock them both, sweaty skin flush to skin, as the lazy fan clacks on the ceiling above. She gets up soon after, stretches—too damn hot in LA in the summer to lie about on another person, they’ll melt and mix together ‘til there’s nothing left but a single puddle dripping through the floorboards to the breakfast room. Yuck, says Gloria, wrinkling her nose; romantic, says Jackie, and kisses that nose smooth.
Neither of them is willing to commit to an eternity together as a puddle, so they wash and part, and meet again later that night at the bar. Jackie dances; Gloria fixes drinks, flirts with the customers, smiles at Larry’s jokes.
She writes another note on the back of a cardboard coaster and sends it backstage with Jackie’s lager.
She’s running out of money every day, but all she can think about is Jackie. She’s running out of time, but Jackie’s on stage, drawing her eye. She’s got no more favours to call in, but there's Jackie.
Jackie is here with her, at the end of the world.
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Jackie Devine/Gloria Pearce
Rating: PG-13
Words: 275
Notes: n/a
Gloria addresses her notes to Sparks and signs them Reflection. She gets some back addressed to Cheek, signed by the drawing of a five-pointed star within a circle. Larry finds a stack of them in Jackie’s jewelry box when he’s raiding the girls for cash, but only tells Jackie not to get pregnant or she’ll be out on her ass, no matter how many regulars ask after her specific.
Jackie tells the story as she’s lying in Gloria’s arms in the ridiculous little bed and breakfast that her paycheck barely pays for, and her giggles rock them both, sweaty skin flush to skin, as the lazy fan clacks on the ceiling above. She gets up soon after, stretches—too damn hot in LA in the summer to lie about on another person, they’ll melt and mix together ‘til there’s nothing left but a single puddle dripping through the floorboards to the breakfast room. Yuck, says Gloria, wrinkling her nose; romantic, says Jackie, and kisses that nose smooth.
Neither of them is willing to commit to an eternity together as a puddle, so they wash and part, and meet again later that night at the bar. Jackie dances; Gloria fixes drinks, flirts with the customers, smiles at Larry’s jokes.
She writes another note on the back of a cardboard coaster and sends it backstage with Jackie’s lager.
She’s running out of money every day, but all she can think about is Jackie. She’s running out of time, but Jackie’s on stage, drawing her eye. She’s got no more favours to call in, but there's Jackie.
Jackie is here with her, at the end of the world.