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For Challenge 309 - The Sign - Desert Hearts - Cay Rivers/Vivian Bell
Title: The Sign
Fandom: Desert Hearts
Pairing: Cay Rivers/Vivian Bell
Rating: Teen
Prompt: 309-disturb
Word Count: 390
Summary: Vivian's thoughts as she follows Cay's instructions
A/N: The opening line comes from the film courtesy of Natalie Cooper
“You can start by putting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door,” Cay said.
Vivian let out a shaky breath and walked out of the room, pleased for the momentary reprieve. Her heart was hammering in her chest and all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the tiny space.
Cay was in her bed. Naked and confident. As if she belonged there.
What if she did belong there?
This was madness. Why would Cay want her? She was so inexperienced. Cay had been with women who weren't so uptight- Gwen, probably Silver as well.
Maybe there was something in the water in Reno that made women more willing to do... anything. She could feel its effects on her now- or maybe that was the scotch.
Or maybe it was Cay - the ultimate drug that hummed in Vivian's veins whenever she thought of the other woman.
Would Cay want Vivian to be naked as well? It was broad daylight and Vivian wasn't in her twenties anymore. Every flaw on her body would be revealed. Perhaps if she kept the robe on, she'd be more comfortable.
Less wanton.
Would she be marked by this somehow? Would it be something that only women who had felt the illicit touch of another woman could detect? Perhaps she always bore the invisible mark of Sappho and that's how Cay knew to approach her.
She paused at the door, weighing the spectacle of going down to the front desk in her bathrobe and requesting alternate accommodations. And for what reason?
Because there was a naked- and willing- woman in her bed.
She didn't believe in Hell. If she did, the dissolution of her marriage would have sent her there. Cay wanted her, she wanted Cay. It was that simple.
Her life in New York was buried in books. She'd never had the chance to live, to experience some of the things talked about in those books, those choices that defined a person, that took them from one place at the start of the book to another by the end. The choices didn't have to be monumental. It could be as easy-
as putting a Do Not Disturb sign on a hotel door.
She reached for the placard with trembling fingers, attached it to the doorknob, and went back to Cay.
Fandom: Desert Hearts
Pairing: Cay Rivers/Vivian Bell
Rating: Teen
Prompt: 309-disturb
Word Count: 390
Summary: Vivian's thoughts as she follows Cay's instructions
A/N: The opening line comes from the film courtesy of Natalie Cooper
“You can start by putting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door,” Cay said.
Vivian let out a shaky breath and walked out of the room, pleased for the momentary reprieve. Her heart was hammering in her chest and all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the tiny space.
Cay was in her bed. Naked and confident. As if she belonged there.
What if she did belong there?
This was madness. Why would Cay want her? She was so inexperienced. Cay had been with women who weren't so uptight- Gwen, probably Silver as well.
Maybe there was something in the water in Reno that made women more willing to do... anything. She could feel its effects on her now- or maybe that was the scotch.
Or maybe it was Cay - the ultimate drug that hummed in Vivian's veins whenever she thought of the other woman.
Would Cay want Vivian to be naked as well? It was broad daylight and Vivian wasn't in her twenties anymore. Every flaw on her body would be revealed. Perhaps if she kept the robe on, she'd be more comfortable.
Less wanton.
Would she be marked by this somehow? Would it be something that only women who had felt the illicit touch of another woman could detect? Perhaps she always bore the invisible mark of Sappho and that's how Cay knew to approach her.
She paused at the door, weighing the spectacle of going down to the front desk in her bathrobe and requesting alternate accommodations. And for what reason?
Because there was a naked- and willing- woman in her bed.
She didn't believe in Hell. If she did, the dissolution of her marriage would have sent her there. Cay wanted her, she wanted Cay. It was that simple.
Her life in New York was buried in books. She'd never had the chance to live, to experience some of the things talked about in those books, those choices that defined a person, that took them from one place at the start of the book to another by the end. The choices didn't have to be monumental. It could be as easy-
as putting a Do Not Disturb sign on a hotel door.
She reached for the placard with trembling fingers, attached it to the doorknob, and went back to Cay.