hellowonderland: (buffy angel // reality is hell)
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Title: The Lonely Girls Club
Author: Trixen
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, never did.
Summary: Written for [livejournal.com profile] joss100, prompt ‘colorless’
Pairings: Buffy Summers (BtVS)/Bette Porter (The L Word)
Timeline/Summary: Set after ‘Becoming Part Two’: Buffy meets Bette and well, read it.
Author’s Notes: You will not have to have seen ‘The L Word’ to get this fic




She has her leather pants on, so that everybody knows she’s not to be fucked with. They are the color of red balloons and her shrunken tank top is as white as snow. Her nipples show through the fabric. Leaning her elbows on the bar top, she sips from the thin stemmed glass in front of her. The martini is sharp tasting and the room smells warm, of biscuits, salt. Slowly, slowly, she knows she is being turned inside out.

Another long long drink of the martini. It was all she knew how to order. Her mouth opens like an empty cave and she takes in more vodka, glad for the moment that there are no men in this place, no men at all. Just the reassuring familiarity of women.

“Want to dance?”

Buffy turns at the sound of the words spilling out. They were spoken languidly, from the throat of a woman.

Oh. Oh oh. This is a place where women want other women. She realizes that suddenly, foolishly, and feels like she might just start crying if things don’t start going her way. It was too long of a bus ride, really and she left the sword congealing on the floor of the mansion and what is she supposed to do now? Become a LESBIAN or something?

“I—“ she falters. She really looks at the woman. She is older—probably in her late twenties. Milky coffee skin, beautiful really, smooth rich glowing. Dark hair, like almonds. Her collarbones are winged, reaching to the very tips of her shoulders. She is tall, slender almost to the point of thinness, impossibly elegant in a way that Buffy finds vaguely annoying. “I—I’m sorry—“

“You don’t dance?” The woman’s voice is like wet silk and she sounds teasing, as if she already knows.
But what?

“What’s your name?”

“I—“ the name ‘Anne’ almost falls out, from the cave, but she swallows it back. “Buffy.”

“Bette.”

“Two B’s.” That was well put. She winces at her own teenager-ness. But Bette is smiling at her, in the slow way that sort of reminds Buffy of the way she moves across a graveyard toward a vampire. Stalkerish. Well, lesbians do eat their—oh no, no. She goes red and flaming and slams down the martini. It is as clear as everything was after the mouth closed and swallowed up her lover. Clear as crystal: time to go. “I’m sorry, I—“

“You keep apologizing. Stop that and dance with me.” Bette holds out her hand. “Well? I won’t ask a third time.”

“You told me—“ Buffy points out, and can’t help but smile. A stretch of her lips, it’s easy. Goldfrapp is playing. The darkness is soothing; a tonic. Reminding her of The Bronze in better days. “Ok. But my drink—“

“I’ll buy you another.”

Bette is liquid fast, leading her to the floor, taking her in, until their bodies are – touching. Maybe she doesn’t want to leave room for second guessing or words. There are none. But—the touching. Buffy feels every point achingly well. When was the last time? The night that smelled of rain, the gentle drop of the kiss on her shoulder, strong arms and back, bending and bowing, the tears he left. The tears she left. She feels Bette’s breasts just above hers, the tips of her fingers against flesh, the womansmell that reeks of pain and wonderment.

The hallway just beyond the bathroom is bible-black and hushed. Much much later but not so later that it is crowded with workers or managers, Bette finger fucks Buffy up against the wall. It hurts—it really really hurts but in the good way that happened later with him too, the slick wet good way. Bette seems to know she is grieving—she seems to like the taste of tears.

Buffy’s whole body moves up and down against the wall, her legs are spread wide, the leather falls down around her ankles and her nipples are slippery from Bette’s salvia. Three fingers inside of her, fucking her and much later, months, years later, when she is with Faith, she remembers Bette and she remembers how in that moment, her breaths, her beats, her earth – they echoed.

Everything was colorless and featureless, bodiless and penniless, and she did not know Angel or Acathla; she did not know pain or virtue or suffering. She did not know the sound of her own name.

Date: 2007-06-17 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] romyra.livejournal.com
oh my this was just perfect...I think you captured Bette really well and though it's short, it really blew my mind with its completeness. "Memorys*

Date: 2007-06-23 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trixiefirecra.livejournal.com
Thank you! I've never tried writing Bette before, so I'm very flattered by this.
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Date: 2007-06-23 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trixiefirecra.livejournal.com
That's a VERY good idea! Maybe I'll write a fic about THAT. Thank you for the inspiration!!!!

Date: 2007-06-17 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rivers-bend.livejournal.com
She has her leather pants on, so that everybody knows she’s not to be fucked with. They are the color of red balloons and her shrunken tank top is as white as snow. Her nipples show through the fabric. Absolutely brilliant opening. I love that they are the colour of red balloons, perfect description. And I love how these clothes are inviation and armor, Bette seeing the former and Buffy the latter.

Buffy's realisation that she's in a dyke bar is perfectly pitched.

The pairing works perfectly. I love this story.

Date: 2007-06-23 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trixiefirecra.livejournal.com
Thank you! The positive reaction has inspired me to write more about this pairing. I think they DO work well, partially because of the things you mentioned. Buffy is so into armor, and Bette is into seduction. They are both predators when it comes down to it, aren't they?

Thank you for the comment.

Date: 2007-06-17 04:57 pm (UTC)

Date: 2007-06-23 04:32 am (UTC)

Date: 2007-06-18 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] torak303.livejournal.com
I didn't expect that to come out so hot!! You got Bette's downright sexiness and forwardness and Buffy's teenager-ness spot on. This is brilliant

Date: 2007-06-23 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trixiefirecra.livejournal.com
Thank you! Bette IS so sexy, and I think she would seem that way even to a straight girl. She is liquid sex -- and she is SO sure of herself. Buffy was such a teen at that point. It was difficult to write in that voice. Hopefully I pulled it off.

Thanks for the comment!

Date: 2007-06-18 05:16 am (UTC)
nenya_kanadka: Wonder Woman poster (kneeling with sword) ([CJC] three atevi)
From: [personal profile] nenya_kanadka
Hot like a hot thing, and so sad.

Date: 2007-06-23 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trixiefirecra.livejournal.com
I love the phrase "hot like a hot thing". Thank you!

Date: 2007-06-19 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girlchild.livejournal.com
I really enjoyed this piece. Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2007-06-23 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trixiefirecra.livejournal.com
Thank you for commenting :)

"liquid fast..."

Date: 2008-09-26 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charly-irons.livejournal.com
brilliant.
i'm a sucker for these Buffy/L Word crossovers,
and you've got to be my favourite author of them
So glad i found your master list of stories..!
Keep writing, please :]

Charly

Date: 2009-03-02 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dariclone.livejournal.com
This was beautiful. Dark and sad and lovely and so in-character for them both.

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