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[Literature] Beginning to End (Original)
Title: Beginning to End
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Prudence Gao/Violet Holmes
Rating: PG-13
Words: 728
Quote: You have come to do an autopsy and at the first excision found a beating heart. R. Erica Doyle, Proxy
Notes: Prudence and Violet in the beginning and at the end. Crossposted onrainbowfic.
April 2019
What surprised Pru was the stillness in her as Violet’s hand moved up her thigh. It was grey and frazzled and tired, this quiet, and even as their mouths moved together, she could feel it smother some emotion that should have been there.
“One last time?” Violet whispered against her skin. “I will really miss this. I will miss you.”
I will be right there, you bitch, Pru thought. I’ll be down the hall. I’ll be sitting across from you at staff meetings. Behind you in the courtroom, as your audience. Right where you want me. But even those angry thoughts failed to produce so much as a shiver of emotion.
She was so tired, so battered. “Sure. Yes. One last time.” Just like the last ‘last time’. Violet’s breath caught in a way that sent a tendril of desire into the pit of Pru’s stomach. Fuck.
-
March 2018
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting our new acquisition.” Violet Holmes, named partner of Holmes, Gordon & Gibbs, smiled at Pru from across her desk. At fifty, she was stunning, with dark locks tied up in a bun, dark penetrating eyes, and lips a shade of rose that should have been too young for her. Prudence didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone wear the shade so well.
Ms Holmes uncrossed her legs to lean forward, silk stockings whispering against one another, and Pru had to yank her attention back to the situation at hand. Admiring Violet Holmes was more comfortable ground than recognizing she was being assessed by her boss, at a time when the word ‘downsizing’ was being whispered in the corridors.
Pru had ever only barely acknowledged Gordon as her boss. She did her thing. He told her off. It worked. This was different. “I’ve been with the firm for years. Hardly a recent coup.”
Ms Holmes waved a hand. “I get around to meeting everyone eventually.” She’d been living in the west coast, working the LA branch of the firm, ever since Pru had been with them. Pru had heard she’d dropped by around Christmas a couple of years back, but Pru had been out of town, working a case down in Texas.
She knew Holmes’ reputation. Her legend. The slamdunks, the quiet showmanship, the dignity and the hard ball. She’d never seen her in action, but the case files were impressive. Pru lifted her chin. “So, here I am. What do you think?”
Violet rested her elbow on the desk and ran her hand across the bottom of her chin, palm down, back and forth, studying her. “Here you are.”
An odd little moment, but it passed. Glasses appeared on Violet’s nose as she keyed open a tablet propped up on a stand in front of her. “So. You’ve been cleaning up after Jimmy Banks’ escapades, I see. Good, we need someone with a level head to look after him.”
“That’s not all I want to do with my time here,” Pru interjected. Fucking Jimmy.
“No, I’m sure it’s not. But do it more on the paperwork side. The point is to avoid public displays.”
“You could always fire him.”
Violet smiled at the bitterness in her voice. “I appreciate a nine millimeter, don’t get me wrong, Ms Gao, but some jobs require an assault rifle. That’s Jimmy.”
“And I’m the girl with a bucket and bleach.”
Violet laughed, and Pru realized two things at once. First, that Violet Holmes would use her exactly as she wanted to, for whatever job needed doing, without the slightest hesitation or concern for Pru’s own hopes and dreams.
Second, that they were flirting.
-
April 2019
Pru held it all in as she drove her car through the night-time Boston traffic, lit advertising signs like wet blotches of paint on a black canvas, blurred out by streetlights.
That was how she knew it wasn’t over, might never be over between her and Violet.
She should have shrugged her off. She should hate her. Should have spilled all her ugly emotion all over her. And yet here she was, holding it all in, so that Violet Holmes could keep thinking of her as her brave, tough, clever Prudence, the woman of steel and ice.
She gripped the steering wheel harder and cut off another driver. Honks followed her down the street. Fifteen more minutes ‘til home.
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Prudence Gao/Violet Holmes
Rating: PG-13
Words: 728
Quote: You have come to do an autopsy and at the first excision found a beating heart. R. Erica Doyle, Proxy
Notes: Prudence and Violet in the beginning and at the end. Crossposted on
rainbowfic.April 2019
What surprised Pru was the stillness in her as Violet’s hand moved up her thigh. It was grey and frazzled and tired, this quiet, and even as their mouths moved together, she could feel it smother some emotion that should have been there.
“One last time?” Violet whispered against her skin. “I will really miss this. I will miss you.”
I will be right there, you bitch, Pru thought. I’ll be down the hall. I’ll be sitting across from you at staff meetings. Behind you in the courtroom, as your audience. Right where you want me. But even those angry thoughts failed to produce so much as a shiver of emotion.
She was so tired, so battered. “Sure. Yes. One last time.” Just like the last ‘last time’. Violet’s breath caught in a way that sent a tendril of desire into the pit of Pru’s stomach. Fuck.
-
March 2018
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting our new acquisition.” Violet Holmes, named partner of Holmes, Gordon & Gibbs, smiled at Pru from across her desk. At fifty, she was stunning, with dark locks tied up in a bun, dark penetrating eyes, and lips a shade of rose that should have been too young for her. Prudence didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone wear the shade so well.
Ms Holmes uncrossed her legs to lean forward, silk stockings whispering against one another, and Pru had to yank her attention back to the situation at hand. Admiring Violet Holmes was more comfortable ground than recognizing she was being assessed by her boss, at a time when the word ‘downsizing’ was being whispered in the corridors.
Pru had ever only barely acknowledged Gordon as her boss. She did her thing. He told her off. It worked. This was different. “I’ve been with the firm for years. Hardly a recent coup.”
Ms Holmes waved a hand. “I get around to meeting everyone eventually.” She’d been living in the west coast, working the LA branch of the firm, ever since Pru had been with them. Pru had heard she’d dropped by around Christmas a couple of years back, but Pru had been out of town, working a case down in Texas.
She knew Holmes’ reputation. Her legend. The slamdunks, the quiet showmanship, the dignity and the hard ball. She’d never seen her in action, but the case files were impressive. Pru lifted her chin. “So, here I am. What do you think?”
Violet rested her elbow on the desk and ran her hand across the bottom of her chin, palm down, back and forth, studying her. “Here you are.”
An odd little moment, but it passed. Glasses appeared on Violet’s nose as she keyed open a tablet propped up on a stand in front of her. “So. You’ve been cleaning up after Jimmy Banks’ escapades, I see. Good, we need someone with a level head to look after him.”
“That’s not all I want to do with my time here,” Pru interjected. Fucking Jimmy.
“No, I’m sure it’s not. But do it more on the paperwork side. The point is to avoid public displays.”
“You could always fire him.”
Violet smiled at the bitterness in her voice. “I appreciate a nine millimeter, don’t get me wrong, Ms Gao, but some jobs require an assault rifle. That’s Jimmy.”
“And I’m the girl with a bucket and bleach.”
Violet laughed, and Pru realized two things at once. First, that Violet Holmes would use her exactly as she wanted to, for whatever job needed doing, without the slightest hesitation or concern for Pru’s own hopes and dreams.
Second, that they were flirting.
-
April 2019
Pru held it all in as she drove her car through the night-time Boston traffic, lit advertising signs like wet blotches of paint on a black canvas, blurred out by streetlights.
That was how she knew it wasn’t over, might never be over between her and Violet.
She should have shrugged her off. She should hate her. Should have spilled all her ugly emotion all over her. And yet here she was, holding it all in, so that Violet Holmes could keep thinking of her as her brave, tough, clever Prudence, the woman of steel and ice.
She gripped the steering wheel harder and cut off another driver. Honks followed her down the street. Fifteen more minutes ‘til home.