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[222] Dream a Little Dream of Me (Original)
Title: Dream a Little Dream of Me
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Jackie Devine/Gloria Pearce
Rating: Mature
Words: 222
Notes: n/a
Gloria’s hair is still stiff with hairspray, lumpy now Jackie’s fingers have been through it. Her makeup’s smudged, her lips parted as her breathing slows down.
“Can’t believe you’re falling asleep on me, love,” Jackie mutters. Gloria’s head lulls and she sighs, but doesn’t open her eyes. Jackie wants to run her hand down the length of her from the sweaty dip between her collarbones, between her breasts down to her pussy, and just rest her hand on that warm fuzzy spot, to claim it for her own. But Lord knows they both need sleep. The hours at the club are deadly, both on the stage and behind the bar. She contends herself with looking, and imagining.
“Listen, you,” she whispers, “’cause I ain’t gonna tell you twice. You’re gonna leave me any old day now. I’ll let you go. But I’ve put a piece of myself in you, girl. You won’t forget me.””
Jackie has witches’ blood, even if she’s putting all her magic in her dancing these days. Dancing, and a little bit this goddamn restless bitch who’s wormed her way into Jackie’s soul. She won’t hang on, that’s not her style. But she’s Jackie Devine, and she’s nobody’s fling.
She kisses Gloria’s pale temple and snuggles down next to her, listening to their hearts beat out the same rhythm.
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Jackie Devine/Gloria Pearce
Rating: Mature
Words: 222
Notes: n/a
Gloria’s hair is still stiff with hairspray, lumpy now Jackie’s fingers have been through it. Her makeup’s smudged, her lips parted as her breathing slows down.
“Can’t believe you’re falling asleep on me, love,” Jackie mutters. Gloria’s head lulls and she sighs, but doesn’t open her eyes. Jackie wants to run her hand down the length of her from the sweaty dip between her collarbones, between her breasts down to her pussy, and just rest her hand on that warm fuzzy spot, to claim it for her own. But Lord knows they both need sleep. The hours at the club are deadly, both on the stage and behind the bar. She contends herself with looking, and imagining.
“Listen, you,” she whispers, “’cause I ain’t gonna tell you twice. You’re gonna leave me any old day now. I’ll let you go. But I’ve put a piece of myself in you, girl. You won’t forget me.””
Jackie has witches’ blood, even if she’s putting all her magic in her dancing these days. Dancing, and a little bit this goddamn restless bitch who’s wormed her way into Jackie’s soul. She won’t hang on, that’s not her style. But she’s Jackie Devine, and she’s nobody’s fling.
She kisses Gloria’s pale temple and snuggles down next to her, listening to their hearts beat out the same rhythm.