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mina_de_malfois) wrote2008-06-17 12:00 pm
mina_de_malfois) wrote2008-06-17 12:00 pm
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Authorial fanon? Or additional canon.
This isn't a real update, in other words.
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goldjadeocean for writing the warning.
Warning: while this contains no actual sex, there are indications that something sexual will happen immediately after it.
The library had been closed for hours, and most of its lights were out, when Nancy let herself inside and made her way upstairs. The keys to the library, to the archive, to Judy’s office itself, were peculiarly exciting in themselves--mute proofs, each of them, that whatever spats went on by daylight Judy hadn’t, wouldn’t, maybe couldn’t walk away from whatever this was they shared. More than friendship, certainly--less than commitment, but Nancy ruefully acknowledged, now as always, that she had only herself to blame for this.
Not for the first time she wondered what it would take, exactly, to demonstrate to Judy that all her much-vaunted freedom had, by now, no internal reality whatsoever: it was a myth, a game, a way to fill the time and the gap between now and the moment when she could admit she wasn’t free at all and, even more, that she didn’t want to be. Would Judy even believe her, after all this time and all these conquests? Shared mythologies have power, and their group had for so long now believed in Nancy the Heartless, Nancy the Conquerer, that the real Nancy, the one with the fully conquered heart, might seem an impossibility.
But a body, hot and hard and greedy: that they all knew she had, and that, thank the gods, Judy could never doubt, and seldom resist. Nancy grinned to herself, and unlocked the last lock.
Judy was sitting behind her desk, poised and impeccable as always. She raised one graceful eyebrow as Nancy entered the room. ‘Changed your mind?’ she asked blandly.
‘Supposing I have,’ Nancy said, shutting the door. ‘What’s that worth? Ten of the best?’
‘Three,’ Judy countered, but she was smiling now, just a little, and Nancy saw the blood rising from her throat to flush her cheeks.
‘Seven,’ Nancy said, her voice husky even in her own ears, and Judy nodded, wordlessly opening the bottom drawer of her desk--and that was one key, Nancy realized with a rush of insight, that she hadn’t been given. Yet.
The leather riding crop was gorgeous in Judy’s slim, white hand. ‘The desk will support your weight,’ she reminded Nancy, her eyes shining oddly. ‘Bend over...’
Thanks to
goldjadeocean for writing the warning.Warning: while this contains no actual sex, there are indications that something sexual will happen immediately after it.
The library had been closed for hours, and most of its lights were out, when Nancy let herself inside and made her way upstairs. The keys to the library, to the archive, to Judy’s office itself, were peculiarly exciting in themselves--mute proofs, each of them, that whatever spats went on by daylight Judy hadn’t, wouldn’t, maybe couldn’t walk away from whatever this was they shared. More than friendship, certainly--less than commitment, but Nancy ruefully acknowledged, now as always, that she had only herself to blame for this.
Not for the first time she wondered what it would take, exactly, to demonstrate to Judy that all her much-vaunted freedom had, by now, no internal reality whatsoever: it was a myth, a game, a way to fill the time and the gap between now and the moment when she could admit she wasn’t free at all and, even more, that she didn’t want to be. Would Judy even believe her, after all this time and all these conquests? Shared mythologies have power, and their group had for so long now believed in Nancy the Heartless, Nancy the Conquerer, that the real Nancy, the one with the fully conquered heart, might seem an impossibility.
But a body, hot and hard and greedy: that they all knew she had, and that, thank the gods, Judy could never doubt, and seldom resist. Nancy grinned to herself, and unlocked the last lock.
Judy was sitting behind her desk, poised and impeccable as always. She raised one graceful eyebrow as Nancy entered the room. ‘Changed your mind?’ she asked blandly.
‘Supposing I have,’ Nancy said, shutting the door. ‘What’s that worth? Ten of the best?’
‘Three,’ Judy countered, but she was smiling now, just a little, and Nancy saw the blood rising from her throat to flush her cheeks.
‘Seven,’ Nancy said, her voice husky even in her own ears, and Judy nodded, wordlessly opening the bottom drawer of her desk--and that was one key, Nancy realized with a rush of insight, that she hadn’t been given. Yet.
The leather riding crop was gorgeous in Judy’s slim, white hand. ‘The desk will support your weight,’ she reminded Nancy, her eyes shining oddly. ‘Bend over...’