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Voyager Fanfic: Risk. PG-13- Janeway/Torres

2009-06-27T09:02:56Z

Title: Risk
Author: Wickedbrdway
Rating: PG:13
Show: Star Trek Voyager
Pairing: Kathryn Janeway/B’Elanna Torres
Part: Complete.
Summary: Takes place during Extreme Risk. [AU]
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek Voyager or the shows characters. I simply… borrowing and playing with them as I see fit.
Notes: First fanfic in over a year and a half.

“Now I know there’s something wrong.” Voyager’s Captain Kathryn Janeway said, staring at B’Elanna Torres a moment, searching her eyes, before turning away, moving to exit Sickbay.

B’Elanna stared after Janeway with a somewhat defeated sigh. There was something wrong and right now, she really wanted to just blurt it out that she had developed feelings for her Captain, who was untouchable in just about every single way.

She decided that it was time to just confess, no matter what happened.

Once she was cleared to retire to her quarters, on the Doctor’s orders, the engineer made her way to deck one. She entered the bridge, walking to the Ready Room. She pressed the door chime, taking a deep breath.

“Come.” Kathryn called, watching as the doors opened to reveal B’Elanna, watching her walk in, slightly surprised to see her out of sickbay so soon. “Shouldn’t you be in sickbay, Lieutenant?”

“The Doctor released me to my quarters.” She grew quiet a moment, coming to stand in front of Janeway’s desk. “I wanted to talk to you about something. Mind if I?” She questioned, motioning to the seat.

The Captain eyed her a moment before nodding. She watched B’Elanna sit down and waited for her to begin speaking but quickly noticed she was staring at the floor, looking rather nervous. “B’Elanna, what is it?”

Taking a deep breath, B’Elanna shifted nervously in her chair. “Captain, this is hard for me to say. I don’t even know if it’s a good idea but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. It’s tearing me up.” She said, letting her gaze wonder to look out the view port. She noticed Janeway get up and swallowed hard as she came around to lean on the desk in front of her.

“Well, what is it, Lt.?” Janeway questioned, folding her arms across her chest.

B’Elanna stood up, letting her gaze meet the blue orbs before her. She looked down. “I’ve fallen in love with…” She grew quiet moment, lifting only her eyes up to look at Janeway. “You. I know it's wrong because you're my Commanding Officer but I can't help it. I'm crazy about you, Kathryn.”

Kathryn was silent, her gaze focused on B’Elanna rather intently at the confession, shock written all over her face. This was defiantly something she hadn’t expected knew how to respond to. Kathryn had grown to like B’Elanna over the years. However, being the Captain, she had trained herself to ignore any feelings on a romantic level.

Noticing the silence, B’Elanna started to back away from the Captain almost certain this was going to end badly. “I probably should get to my quarters.” She said, turning around, hoping to make a run for it.

She reached out and grabbed B’Elanna’s hand, swallowing hard at the contact, feeling her heart rate quicken a tad. “Wait… don’t leave.” She whispered, moving off her desk only to come to stand in front of her. “When did you start to feeling this way?”

B’Elanna looked down at their hands then back up at the Captain, shrugging. “For a while now. I’ve tried everything to get rid of these feelings for you but I can’t get over them.” She grew quiet a moment. She was almost wishing that she hadn’t said anything. Admitting such personal feelings was defiantly not her forte.

“Anyways, I know you probably don’t share my feelings but I had to tell you.” She added rather quickly. “You can forget I told you.”

Kathryn raised her brow. “I can’t exactly do that, B’Elanna.” She said, attempting to find some words to convey what she was feeling. Instead, she reached up to cup B’Elanna’s cheek before leaning upward to press a soft kiss to her lips.

B’Elanna was caught off guard by the kiss but welcomed it, wrapping her arms around Kathryn. She had expected to be thrown out of the Ready Room or even put in the brig. Slowly, the engineer pulled back to look at Kathryn. “What happens now?” She asked in a hushed tone.

“Well, I was thinking we start with dinner. Tonight in my quarters at 19:00 hours.” Kathryn replied with her usual crooked grin.

“Sounds good.” B’Elanna whispered, pressing another kiss to her Captain’s lips before moving to exit the Ready Room. She was buzzing with happiness and excitement that she couldn’t help but notice Chakotay’s look. Saying nothing, she made her way to her quarters; unable to believe the risk she had just taken. It was much better then risking her life on the Holodeck.

-Fin

Good Night's Rest- Six/Three fanfic.

2008-06-30T05:03:09Z

Title: Good Night’s Rest
Rating: PG:13 [Just a short little drabble, oneshot.]
Pairing: Six/Three hints at Baltar/Six/Three
Summary: Six doesn’t want to sleep alone.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I just like to borrow.
Notes: First attempt to write for Battlestar Galactica and I’m really nervous about it. I honestly found it rather difficult cause I’ve never written this so that being said I have no idea if I’ll get the characters right or anything but I gave it one hell of a shot. Also, I’m writing this after “The Eye of Jupiter” and that means, D’Anna isn’t boxed.

Ever since Gaius Baltar had been taken back to Galactica, Six found it incredibly hard to get any sleep. She was used to falling asleep next to Gaius and Three after one of their usual Ménage à trois, loving that she could be with both of them. All that had come to a halt once he was gone and Three just seemed to drift off in her own mindset, assuming it had something to do with what happened in the temple down on the planet they had tracked the Colonial Fleet too.

Feeling the need to see D’Anna, as she was also known as, she crawled out of bed and slipped a white robe over her toned body, tieing it around her waist. Six walked out of her room and padded down the long corridor of the basestar, passing a few of Centurion’s that were standing guard, their red light shifting from side to side, making no attempts to bother her.

The blonde came to stand in entrance way of Three’s room, seeing her laying still in bed, the blanket tucked around her body. She stood there a moment, watching for any signs that she was awake, it not taking long before she watched as Three shifted to lay on her back, her blue eyes focused upward. Seeing that she awake, a small smile played at Caprica’s lips as she moved forward.

“Having trouble sleeping?” She questioned, curiously, coming to stand beside D’Anna’s bed.

Three’s icy blue orbs shifted over to Six, slowly nodding before growing a puzzled expression. “I could ask the same of you.” D’Anna stated in a somewhat heavy accent.

“I couldn’t.” Six told her, sitting down on the edge of the bed, resisting the urge to lay down and feel the warmth of Three’s body next to hers.

“And why is that?” Three questioned, moving to sit up, keeping her gaze locked on the blonde.

Six shrugged. “I don’t know.” She replied, casually.

Three narrowed her eyes slightly, seeing right through Six’s casual attempt to blow off the question. “Oh please, you know why.”

“Fine, I don’t want to sleep alone.” Six said, looking away. “I don’t like it, anymore.” She added, figuring she sounded a bit childish but it was true. She had grown accustomed to falling asleep next to someone, usually Gaius and D’Anna.
Three reached and pulled the blanket back. “Sleep in here then.” She said as she moved to give her more room, a smile crossing her lips when Six, whom was happy at the offer, slid the robe from her body and climbed into the bed next to her.

The shorter blonde moved close to Three, letting her arms wrap around her waist, growing content at the feel of being close to another being. It wasn’t Baltar but she could get used to this.

“Was there any reason you couldn’t sleep?” Six questioned, tilting her head up to look at D’Anna.

Three bit at her bottom lip. “Oh, uh… guess I didn’t want to sleep alone either.” She replied, pressing a kiss to Caprica’s forehead, covering her up as well. She didn’t dare tell Six that the real reason she couldn’t sleep was due to the visions of the final five. Number one had already threatened to box her if she spoke of what she had seen in the temple.

Six slowly nodded, seeming satisfied with the answer. She leaned upward, letting her lips connect with Three’s, giving her a soft kiss, feeling D’Anna return it. Breaking away, she laid her head down, it not taking her long before she was fast asleep.

D’Anna watched Caprica for a few minutes before laying her head down on her pillow, her arms wrapping around the other Cylon’s figure, it not taking her long to doze off, the visions and dreams staying rather quiet, for once giving her a good nights rest.

-Fin.

This didn’t really turn out the way I wanted and I personally think it just sucks because I know I didn’t get the characters right but thanks for reading and I'm welcoming any tips on how to write them together. Thanks, again.

Why no fics?

2008-05-01T21:15:28Z

Because I have a life. A rather busy one as of late and not to mention I haven't had much of a writing mood.

I do miss it and hope to write a few new fics, soon.

Maureen/Joanne and Tina/Bette for sure.

If you have ideas for simple one shot fics, let me know.

NO chapter fics. I hate writing those.

Liz.

Giving into Temptation. Tibette fic.

2008-03-29T08:12:48Z

My first Tina/Bette fanfic. It's set after Episode four of season five.
Please leave feedback. This is probably sucky cause I'm still trying to get used to writting them.

Title: Giving into Temptation.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tina/Bette and Jodi/Bette
Summary: The night at SheBar when Tibette share a passionate kiss. I decided to add on to that. One shot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Notes: My first L Word fanfic. This is after the kiss at SheBar.

“You are lucky. Real lucky.” Tina paused. “That you have Jodi.” She added, those words hurting just a tad bit to say but she meant it with sincerity. She was happy for her former wife, glad that she had found some type of happiness with someone but a huge chunk of her wished that it were the two of them happy together again.

Bette’s gaze dropped a moment at the words, slowly nodding wishing she felt as lucky. “Yeah, I am.” She said quietly, watching Tina’s gaze drift away, her own brown eyes dropping slightly.

As Tina moved to get up, Bette bit her bottom lip, not ready to let her go. She reached for Tina and stopping her from leaving. Without really thinking, she stood up and pulled her in close, pressing their lips together.

The kiss caught the producer off guard. She had not been expecting it. Only moments ago she was telling Bette how lucky she was to have Jodi and Bette replying that she was. It confused her, there was no denying that however this was one of those times were it was best not too since she was just happy to be kissing Bette.

The dean felt the emotions creeping up over her body, realizing exactly what she had done. She broke the kiss, letting her forehead lean against Tina’s, unable to help the tears, letting them take over her body a moment. The realization that she was doing this behind Jodi’s back made her feel guilty, incredibly guilty. She felt Tina’s soothing hands move through her hair, the blonde’s lips against her forehead, it helping calm her down.

Their lips reconnected again, Bette attempting to push away her sudden sadness, mostly in herself. She had been doing so well when it came to being in a monogamous relationship with someone she actually cared about but in this case, with Tina, she felt things she didn’t feel with Jodi.

“Bette, do you want to get out of here?” Tina pulled back from the kiss to ask, her breathing heavy. She swallowed hard, running her fingers through Bette’s hair, marveling at her ex wife’s beauty.

Before Bette even knew what she was doing, she nodded, leading the way out of the club, Tina at her side. However, once outside and in her car, the dean started the engine and drove them over to Tina’s home. The ride had been silent, since there wasn’t much to say, it easy to tell what was running through both of their minds.

Bette turned the car off and got out, hearing Tina’s door shut, it snapping her out of her daze, her mind only able to think about being with Tina, Jodi slipping from her mind, which was wrong, so very wrong.

As they got inside the home, it was only a matter of minutes before their lips were upon each other’s and their hands were exploring one another’s bodies, removing clothing, not even paying attention to where it had ended up. As the two landed on the bed, it seemed as if there was no going back.

“Are we really going to do this?” Tina asked, softly, pulling back to look at Bette, the woman that was her entire world.

Bette stared up at Tina, swallowing hard, not sure what to answer. “I don’t know.” She whispered lowering her lips to Tina’s neck, making no effort to stop after all they were both laying in bed nude.

The feel of Bette’s lips on her neck pretty much told her that they were. She closed her eyes and let out a low whimper, pressing her body close to Bette’s, straddling the dean’s hips though she didn’t stay in that position long as Bette flipped them, her hand moving down between Tina’s legs.

“All I know is I want you.” Bette whispered, her hand cupping Tina’s center, feeling the producer growing wet, it turning her own. She slide two fingers into her, exploring her center, knowing just where to touch and how Tina liked to be pleased.

Tina melted into the sheets at the feeling of Bette entering her. “Bette.” She whimpered, arching her chest into Bette’s, her hands moving down her toned back, continuing on down to her ass only to cup it, pulling her in closer. She let one hand move around to the dean’s front, the tips of her fingers grazing her torso before traveling below the waist, one of her fingers sliding inside her ex’s wetness, fingering her clit.

A moan escaped Bette’s lips at the touch, her hips bucking against Tina’s hand. She brought her lips up to Tina’s, capturing them in a passionate kiss, pulsating her fingers deep, adding a curling to them, letting the tips of her fingers brush against her walls.

A tremble ran through Tina’s body, her tongue darting out to run across Bette’s bottom lip, begging for an entrance only getting excited when she was allowed in, her tongue slithering into Bette’s mouth only to wrap around the other woman’s tongue whilst two of her own fingers swiftly entered the dean, wanting to give her pleasure as well.

The two women moved almost as one, their upper bodies close together, sweat now coating their figures, the smell and sounds of sex was lingering in the room. As orgasms neared closer, their breathing quickened, the two oblivious to everything but one another, neither of them competing for dominance anymore, just loving one another.

Tina was the first to reach her peak, her walls tightening around Bette’s fingers as her juices soon coated the fingers inside of her. It was only a matter of seconds before Bette did the same, shuddering at the pleasure, letting her juices go, riding out the waves of the orgasm, having never felt this good.

Bette removed her fingers from Tina and wrapped her arms around Tina’s waist, Tina mirroring her movements. The dean lay silent, guilt creeping up over her once more. The dean knew she had to go home, she knew this but the temptation to stay there was strong, hell she had given into temptation when she agreed to come home with Tina.

She stayed about another hour, wrapped up in Tina’s embrace before deciding to go home, getting cleaned up and redressed before leaving the producer alone, though she didn’t want too. She arrived at her home, feeling guilty and hating herself. She lay down in bed; her thoughts consumed with Tina along with Jodi, wondering what she was doing and what she was going to do, her feelings now confused because she had given into temptation that went by the name of Tina Kennard.

-Fin.

chapter three

2008-03-04T04:30:10Z

Title: It Must Have Been the Alcohol. –The Morning After.
Part: Three.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen. Roger/Mimi.
Summary: The third part to my Mimi/Maureen fic. Roger’s in this one.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes:

Mimi’s eyes opened quickly as the feeling of Maureen biting down on her nipple, a low moan escaping her lips, arching into the drama queen. She could now see why Maureen was bisexual. The brunette was good at pleasing a woman and the dancer was only happy she got to experience this. She licked at her bottom lip, feeling Maureen’s hand descend lower, her hips arching for the touch.

Maureen looked up at Mimi, deciding to give into that want, pushing her fingers into Mimi, hearing the dancer moan out, it only making her smile, causing her to pump more into the dancer.

“Maureen…” Mimi moaned after several minutes, her voice growing louder with the building pleasure. However, as she began to reach her peak, the door opened revealing Roger, his eyes wide at the sight of Maureen on top of Mimi. The drama queen glanced behind her, stopping her movements only to retract her fingers, which caused the dancer to look to see what was going on. “Roger… what are you doing?” She questioned.

“I could ask the same thing of you two.” He stated, stepping into the apartment only to shut the door, watching as Maureen scrambled for the blanket, covering both the dancer and her up.

“Roger, it’s nothing, just fun, meant nothing at all.” Mimi said, growing quiet after she had finished speaking, unsure if what Maureen and her were doing was nothing or it was the possibility of something.

The drama queen looked over at Mimi at the sudden choice of words and bit her lip, for once deciding to keep quiet during a fight, especially this one. No matter, she wasn’t sure if she should feel hurt that Mimi said it meant nothing, having never really been used before. It was always her doing the using of people.

Roger rolled his eyes, looking at Maureen. “This is somehow your fault.” He stated, glaring at the brunette. “You just have to sleep with everyone, don’t you?!” He questioned, a growl building low in his throat.

Mimi’s eyes went wide. “Roger, leave Maureen alone. This is just as much my fault.” She said, moving to defend the drama queen. “I wanted to be with her.” She added, swallowing hard, suddenly rather nervous.

“Wanted? Why would you want to be with her?” He demanded, looking between the two, waiting for Mimi to explain herself.

Mimi slowly nodded, scrambling for something to say then knew exactly why she wanted to be with Maureen. “I wanted to know what it would be like to be with her.” She told her, glancing back at the diva, noticing how quiet she was, it nearly freaking her out because she had never seen her so silent. She wasn’t meaning to hurt Roger but part of her couldn’t take him constantly accusing her of cheating with Benny when she wasn’t. The dancer slid into Maureen’s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“You’ll only get your heartbroken.” He stated, glaring at the sight of Mimi in Maureen’s lap, it nearly sickening him since technically Mimi was still his girlfriend. “You will just end up like Mark and Joanne and when you do… I won’t be there.” He warned her.

Mimi looked at the rocker a moment, then at Maureen feeling tears brim her eyes, unsure if she wanted that or not. She was confused. It was now Maureen’s turn to speak up, the diva moving Mimi off her lap. “Mimi, you don’t want this, you don’t want me. You only think you do.” She said, getting up, slipping her clothes on, not really caring if Roger could see. She wasn’t ashamed of her figure by any means.

“But…” Mimi started, her gaze focusing on Maureen as if her heart was already being broken.

Maureen looked at Mimi a moment then moved to walk out of the apartment, leaving the two alone, feeling like an idiot right now. The last thing she had ever wanted to do was let Roger catch them. Sure, part of her did like to pretend she didn’t care but she did.

Roger turned his gaze from the door back to Mimi. “See? She’ll only hurt you.” He stated, a rather disgusted look on his face at this moment then again, he had just caught Mimi and Maureen together.

“No. She only did that for your benefit and I’m going after her.” She said, having noticed the look in Maureen’s eyes. It was one of sadness yet a sad one. She grabbed her clothes off the floor before slipping them on, not really sure what she was doing at this moment.

“You’re what? Why?” He questioned, moving towards the dancer as if to pull her into an embrace.

“Going after her.” She stated once more, sighing heavily. “We’re done, Roger. We were done when you accused me of seeing Benny when I wasn’t. If Maureen hurts me, she hurts me, it’s a chance I’m willing to take.” She said, brushing past him and out of the loft, hurrying down the street. “Maureen!” Mimi called out spotting the brunette.

The drama queen stopped, turning to look at Mimi. A small sigh escaped her lips as she walked over to meet her. “What?” She asked, curiously, gazing at her.

“I do want you and whatever this is.” She said quietly, wrapping her arms around Maureen’s neck only to crash her lips against Maureen’s, whom was caught off guard the moment their lips met but responded now realizing she’d have to avoid Roger.

-Fin.

{rawr, this took forever! I don’t want to write this fic anymore unless I can come up with another chapter, which with school and work, I don’t know.]

What are you reading?

2008-02-22T07:59:28Z

Title: What are you Reading?
Rating: PG; 13
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Joanne catches Maureen doing something she’d never thought she would.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson.
Notes:

Joanne walked into the apartment after getting off work, finding it strangely very quit. Maureen was nowhere in sight and that was something she found odd. She set her briefcase down and removed her jacket only to walk into the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway, seeing her girlfriend laying on her stomach in leather pants, her legs bent so her feet were in the air.

Biting her lip, she wasn’t going to lie, the view from this angle was perfection but she was curious as to what the brunette was doing. Moving towards the bed, she peeked over only to see her girlfriend, Maureen Johnson reading. Stunned, she honestly had never seen her engrossed in a book. The only thing that the lawyer ever witnessed Maureen reading was the latest issue of People, Vogue, or some other magazine not to mention The Village Voice.

“Baby, I’m home. What are you reading?” She asked, curiously, giving a low giggle when she noticed Maureen jump.

Maureen heard the question and rather quickly tossed the book over the edge of the bed, turning over as it hit the floor. “Nothing. I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” She stated staring at Joanne slightly wide eyed. “Me? Read? Oh please.” She said, pulling Joanne on top of her, crashing their lips together.

Joanne smirked, breaking the kiss. “Right.” She muttered. “Why are you so embarrassed I caught you reading? Wait, is it some type of sex book?” She questioned.

The drama queen gasped. “It was not besides sex books are no fun unless you’re here with me.” She replied, feeling Joanne move off of her, watching as the book was picked up.

“Uh-huh.” Joanne mumbled, looking at the book. “Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.” She read out loud, looking past the cover at her girlfriend who was only staring at her as if she was a kid that had just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Okay, so, I was reading. I was bored and it was the only one of your books that looked remotely interesting.” She stated, getting all-defensive now as she reached for the book.

Joanne could only giggle a bit. “Wow, I never thought I would see the day that Maureen Johnson had a book in her hands. At least one that isn’t being taken from my hands.” She pointed out, biting her lip.

Maureen slowly nodded. “Well, it’s happened. Besides, it’s a good book but I think it’d be even better if you read it to me.” She said, putting on a pout as she looked at her lover. She already knew she’d end up reading it while the lawyer was at work just to keep herself entertained.

The lawyer wondered if Maureen was actually serious but as soon as she saw the pout she knew she was. “It is a good book and if you want, I guess I can read it to you after dinner.” She said, placing a kiss on her lover’s lips.

Maureen grinned as she returned the kiss, figuring this was maybe the best way to spend a night with her lover. “Let’s just order in. I don’t want to go out tonight though I am ready.” She said, motioning to her attire.

”I noticed.” Joanne said quietly, another surprised look crossing her face. “Wait, you don’t want to go out?” She questioned, feeling Maureen’s forehead before watching as the diva got up and changed into shorts and a tank top, pulling her hair back.

“Not really. Take advantage of this moment, it’s a first and could be a last. Never know.” Maureen stated, chuckling.

Joanne just nodded, getting up, changing as well. “That’s for sure.” She mumbled under her breath deciding she would take advantage of the night in. “I’ll go order us some food then I’ll read to you.” She said, heading into the kitchen.

Maureen watched as she disappeared before opening the book once more, finding where she had left off, interested in the book because it was about the Wicked Witch, who was her favorite character from the Wizard of Oz.

After they had dinner, the two settled under the blanket in bed, Maureen tucked under Joanne’s arms, her arms wrapped around her lover. “Oh and you better not tell Roger about this.” She stated, looking at her girlfriend with a serious expression.

“Why?” She asked, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Because, this is just between you and me.” She stated, laying her head on her shoulder. ‘Besides, Roger would never let me live it down.” She added, motioning Joanne to open the book.

”Whatever you say.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead before looking at the words, reading them to Maureen, feeling rather content that they were sharing a nice quiet evening inside.

-Fin.

[Ew, this sucked but the idea came to me and it’s 2 am. I’m way beyond tired. However, I wanted to get this written and posted because it has been forever since I’ve written a fic. Sorry for the suckiness.]

I Feel Everything

2008-02-02T05:40:24Z

Title: I Feel Everything
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne [Maureen’s POV]
Summary: This song is on Idina’s new album ‘I Stand’ and it’s called: I Feel Everything.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson. ‘I feel Everything’ belongs to Idina Menzel. I’m just borrowing.
Notes: Sorry for the lack of fics. Due to school now, they will be extremely slow to almost non-existent. Though, if you can feed me ideas, I’ll write them over the weekend when I have time.

Like a prima ballerina,
I tip toe tip toe around you constantly,
I hear the water running,
Will it wash your tears or leak through the ceiling?

Make my way up the spiral staircase,
Hope to God you’ve had a good day.

It was the fight of all fights. I had flirted at the engagement party of Joanne and I. Regret and guilt was all I seemed to be able feel. It wasn’t anger at Joanne because she had gotten angry or stormed off. I felt like an idiot. Why did my fear of commitment have to show up now? In front of my parents? Her parents? I felt a sudden need to let loose, forget this day but no matter what I had plans of doing; the day would never leave my thoughts, the look on Joanne’s face, the words that were said.

When you’re furious,
when you start to freeze,
when you can’t be touched,
I feel everything.
And when you despair,
when you cannot breathe,
when you wouldn’t dare,
I feel everything.
when you’re in ecstasy,
but you’re not with me,
I feel everything.

I headed to the nearest bar and drank for what felt ever but I couldn’t chug the drinks like I normally could when I was angry or hurt, the idea to dance with some stranger didn’t even cross my mind. Deep down, I knew Joanne was hurting and I was the reason for it; I could almost feel it. For the first time ever, I felt the need to break down. All I could do was run out of the bar, heading somewhere unknown, which happened to be an alleyway, my body forcing me down to my knees. I emptied my stomach; the tears sliding down my cheeks.

On a tightrope, on a wire,
I’ll attempt to jump through your ring of fire,
I’m waiting all the while,
For a glimpse of something.

One little foot in front of the other
Don’t you know I’m afraid of thunde?

Picking myself up, I wipe at my tears only to exit the alley and headed towards the apartment I share with Joanne. I know deep in my heart I need to apologize, just explain how deeply sorry I am but what if the words don’t come out? What if she refuses to listen? I tell myself not to worry about any of that but it’s hard, espeically when the woman I love with all of my heart is now hurting. Seeing the apartment building come into view, I slowly walk up the few fligths of stairs to the door, it seeming to stop me, not letting me enter.

When you’re furious,
When you start to freeze,
When you can’t be touched,
I feel everything.
And when you despair,
When you cannot breathe,
When you wouldn’t dare,
I feel everything.
When you’re in ecstasy,
But you’re not with me,
I feel everything.

There’s a fine line between love and hurting,
and knowing just when to walk away.Like a prima ballerina,
I will tip toe tip toe around you constantly,

Composing myself, I turn the door handle and enter the rather quiet apartment, heading towards the bedroom only to see her there, laying on her side, the blanket tugged around her small frame which trembled with sobs. If my heart wasn’t broken before, it was now. I quickly slip into the bathroom, rinsing my mouth out before quietly creeping into the bedroom, crawling up behind Joanne. I hesitantly wrap my arms around her, feeling her tense up, which nearly destroys me.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered letting my forehead hit her shoulder. “I screwed up. I regret it.” I added, the tears once more trailing my cheeks, something I wasn’t used too. I didn’t know if I should stay or go, didn’t even know if she wanted me there. “Do you want me… to leave?” I asked, slowly, moving to get up when there is no answer.

When you’re furious,
When you start to freeze,
When you can’t be touched,
I feel everything.
And when you despair,
When you cannot breathe,
When you wouldn’t dare,
I feel everything.
When you’re in ecstasy,
But you’re not with me,
I feel everything.

“Maureen… stay.” She whispers to me. “Just… hold me.” She adds, her voice so quiet, I almost couldn’t hear it but thankfully, I did. I move back towards her and just for that moment, hold her. I knew the fight would come later; right now the pain was engulfing the anger that was probably there.

“I really do love you.” I say, quietly once hearing Joanne’s breathing even out, holding her protectively, almost afraid to let go of her. I let my mind rest, thankful that everything, for now at least, was perfect.

-Fin.

[Ew, just something random. Crappy.

It had to be the Alcohol- The Morning After.

2008-01-19T21:36:54Z

Title: It had to be the Alcohol- The Morning After.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen
Summary: The morning after Mimi and Maureen’s night at the club.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes:

Maureen woke up about one in the afternoon. Her headache from earlier was nearly gone. She lay still, her mind rather vividly reminding her what exactly happened last night. She remembered Mimi. Kissing and touching the dancer in ways that were just about forbidden or so she thought. After getting showered and dressed, a simple pair of jeans and tight tank top, she did something with her hair and make up then left her apartment, heading straight to Mimi’s apartment.

Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, raising her hand only to knock on the door a few times. She shifted from foot to foot, waiting.

Mimi, whom had been wide-awake for a while now had her mind revolving around what happened last night. She was stunned yet hated herself for it. “Coming.” She called out upon hearing the knock on the door. She walked over and pulled the door open, her gaze focusing on Maureen. “Oh, it’s you.” She said quietly, biting her lip.

The brunette heard the greeting and looked at her with a strange expression. “Oh, it’s me? Were you waiting on someone or is that how you’ve taken to saying hello?” She questioned, curiously, letting her hands rest on her hips.

“No, I wasn’t waiting on anyone.” Mimi stated, ignoring the rest of the question. “What do you want?” She asked with a rather interested look.

“We need to talk…” Maureen paused a bit, licking at the bottom of her lip, “About last night.” She continued.

Mimi’s face went solemn, staring at Maureen as if she had just spoken something dreadful. She turned around and began to walk back into the apartment. “There’s nothing to talk about.” She stated, going about whatever it was she was doing before.

The drama queen’s jaw dropped. “Nothing to talk about?!” She demanded, entering the loft, shutting the door behind her. “How can you just say there’s nothing to talk about?” She questioned.

“Because I said so!” Mimi snapped, turning to glare at her. “Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen again.” She said, not even noticing that her breath had quickened, as Maureen got closer to her.

“How can you say nothing happened? If I remember correctly, you kissed me first.” Maureen reminded her.

“We were drunk, Maureen.” Mimi told her. “Like you even thought of it as more then just a fuck.” She added, acting rather cold to the drama queen.
Maureen’s gaze focused on her, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, you’re not really someone I would suspect to have their hand down the front of my pants.” She stated, her eyes never leaving Mimi’s.

“Whatever, it meant nothing. I think it would be best if you left now.” Mimi said, looking away from Maureen, unable to meet her green orbs at this moment. They practically burned right through her.

“Fine.” Maureen mumbled, turning away, heading towards the door.

Mimi looked at the brunette, watching her walk. She couldn’t fight the feeling that deep down she did want her. “Maureen… wait.” She said just as the door had opened.

“What?” Maureen mumbled, huffing slightly as if to show her annoyance now though she wasn’t sure if she had any reason to be annoyed.

The dancer walked up behind Maureen, letting her hands move up her back, feeling the brunette shudder under the touch. “Maybe it did mean something.” She whispered, laying her head against her back, her nose burring into the diva’s hair only to smell her conditioner. “We both had alcohol in our system.” She added, her hands moving to wrap around Maureen’s waist.

Maureen looked down, her hands going to rest on Mimi’s arms. “That’s true.” She said quietly, watching as one of Mimi’s hands traveled lower however; this time she stopped Mimi’s hand, turning around to face her. She crashed their lips together in a heated kiss, not bothering to say much else.

Mimi felt the kiss and responded too it without a second thought. She was stunned at this moment. One, because she had just been telling Maureen it meant nothing and two, well, she really liked this. She broke the kiss, panting, staring at her. “Maybe it did mean something.” She whispered.

“Maybe.” She stated, pulling her closer as she backed them to the couch, their lips once more crashing together. She hovered over the feline, pressing their bodies close. She was just happy this was happening when there was no alcohol involved.

-Fin.

joannes_tango @ 2008-01-09T01:25:00

2008-01-09T07:21:11Z

Title: Afternoon Bordom
Rating: NC: 17
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen [Mentions Mimi/Roger and Joanne/Maureen.]
Summary: Maureen catches Mimi in the act and helps.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: Written for someone on Fanfiction.net ALSO! I’m using the NYTW version where everyone except Mark has AIDS.

Maureen Johnson headed out of her apartment. It was just one of those boring afternoon, as usual. Most of the time she could find something to occupy her time but not today. Everything seemed so boring to her. That was what happens when someone has a short attention span.

She took a detour to Mimi’s place figuring the dancer could entertain her in some way. They always had fun together. She didn’t see why they wouldn’t now. She headed over to the feline’s loft and slowly walked inside, hearing noises from the bedroom.

All she could think that Mimi and Roger were going at it but the more she listened, she only heard one set of whimpers. She smirked, walking towards the bedroom, curiosity getting the best of her, as it always did. It sometimes ending her up in a load of trouble.

She came to stand in the doorway, her eyes going wide at the site of Mimi half naked on the bed, her left hand groping her breast and the right down between her legs. She licked at her bottom lip, growing turned on. “Need a little help?” She asked, softly, a sly smirk crossing her lips.

The dancer whom had just been off in her own mind, propped herself up, fingers remaining deep within herself. “Maureen! What are you doing?!” She questioned, biting her lip knowing Roger would probably go insane if he found out not to mention Joanne but it wasn’t like any real damage could be done.

They all had AIDS. Mimi and Roger were the obvious as to why. Maureen had contracted it right before getting together with Joanne. Thing was, she hadn’t know she got it until Joanne came home to tell her that she had it. Maureen had never felt so guilty in her entire life but they were past that.

“I’m bored. You clearly, are not.” She stated, advancing towards the bed, seeing Mimi’s chest heaving up and down.

“No but… isn’t it a little weird?” Mimi asked, curiously, not knowing what she was talking about. She was very curious as to how good Maureen was in bed.

The drama queen thought a moment and shrugged. “It’s up to you.” She mumbled, staring at her a moment before bringing her knee up on to the bed. “Besides, tell me you don’t want me to go down on you, say you haven’t ever thought about. Say it and I’ll leave, act as if it was nothing.” She stated, the seduction dripping off her voice.

Mimi whimpered, her eyes meeting the diva’s green orbs, swallowing hard knowing deep down she couldn’t deny it. It would be a lie if she did. “I can’t say I don’t because I do. Please… Maureen.” She half begged, her insides throbbing to be touched by Maureen.

She slowly moved towards her, removing the dancer’s fingers from within her, bringing them up to her mouth only to suck them clean, one by one. Mimi watched in amazement, feeling herself become even more wet at the act. Maureen leaned down to press a soft kiss to Mimi’s lips before deciding to descend lower, her mouth moving over her skin, finally reaching her center.

She spread her legs more, letting her tongue move up her very center, sliding her tongue in as she began to nibble at her clit, watching Mimi only to see her arch with pleasure. A smirk crossed her lips as she slipped her tongue inside of her, going as deep as she could, attempting to locate her most sensitive spot. When she hit it, Mimi seemed to wither underneath her, which only prompted her to start thrusting her tongue in and out, hitting that spot each time.

Mimi gasped, moaning out, her hands moving to the back of Maureen’s head, urging her on more. “Maureen… oh my God…” She cried out, attempting to quiet her moans but she couldn’t. Maureen was good with her tongue, damn good. She hated to admit but she was better with her tongue than Roger.

Maureen swirled her tongue inside Mimi, curling her tongue as she moved it in and out of her. In a matter of minutes, she felt Mimi’s walls tighten around her followed by the rush of her juices. She watched as Mimi trembled, hearing her name fall from her lips and could only smile as she pulled back, wiping her mouth. She slowly moved up, hovering over her. “You enjoy that? Looks and sounded like you did.” She whispered, dipping her head down to kiss her.

Mimi arched up to meet the brunette’s kiss only to pull back nodding. “I did. A lot.” The dancer whispered, panting as she gripped on to Maureen’s shoulders, letting her hands move down to grip on to her ass. “What else are you good at?” She asked, curiously, smirking.

“That’s for me to know and you to learn some other time.” Maureen whispered, giving her another kiss before moving to lay beside her.

The dancer composed herself and turned to look at Maureen. “This stays between us, right?” She asked, curiously.

Maureen let out a low chuckle, nodding. “Yes. It better.” She stated, glancing at the clock a moment. “Besides, I should go. I’m sure Roger will come around soon.” She added.

She could only sigh. “Probably. We could make this a regular thing… you know, if you get bored.” Mimi stated, grinning as she spoke knowing it was wrong to start up an affair of any kind with Maureen.

“We’ll see.” Maureen said, moving to get up after kissing her forehead. She headed towards the door just as Roger came in. “Hey Roger!” She grinned, walking out past him, the rocker only looking confused a moment before going to find Mimi.

“Why was Maureen here?” He asked, curiously, seeing her still curled up in bed.

Mimi shook her head. “No reason. Just need a girl moment.” She replied, smirking, not going any further with that conversation.

-Fin.

Sexuality-Mimi/Maureen

2008-01-07T10:22:56Z

Title: Sexuality
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen [mentions of Mimi/Roger, Maureen/Joanne and Mark/Maureen and Maureen/Roger]
Summary: Mimi meets Maureen. Just read.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: Actually, this is a clash of the movie/musical. It was the only way I could think to write this. Also, I should be sleeping since I have to get up for work soon but yeah… can’t sleep. Sorry if this sucks.

Mimi Marquez had never once thought about a woman, at least not in a sexual way. She thought women were supposed to be just best friend’s, the person you go to when there’s trouble in your life. She completely supported gay, lesbian, bisexuals and transgender people one hundred percent but as far as she was concerned, she was straight.

That was until; she met Alphabet City’s Drama Queen Maureen Johnson. The brunette beauty that could stop any man, sometimes women, in their tracks as she walked by or entered a room. Green orbs that can turn the blood cold with one look, brunette curly hair that flowed perfectly down a bit past the shoulders, luscious lips that looked inviting under the layer of red lipstick, not to mention a body that looked good at any angle.

Roger had told me about Maureen before actually introducing us. She could tell from the way he spoke about her that he wasn’t too fond of the brunette. Mimi was left clueless about the past between her boyfriend and Maureen, as was everyone else. She did however learn that she was a flirt, a heartbreaker and that Mark had gotten his heart broken by her when she cheated on him and then left him for some high class lawyer named, Joanne.

It was the night of the protest when Mimi got her first glance of the diva she had heard so much about but never met. The dancer was blown away by the performance, watching her move about on the stage, commanding the audience’s attention, the entire lot erupting into ‘moos’ as a riot had soon broken out. Roger led his girlfriend out who’s mind seemed to be on if Maureen and if she got out okay.

The entire walk to the Life Café, she prepared herself to meet the green eyed, brunette beauty. It seemed to take forever but as Maureen walked towards, Mimi felt herself swoon at the sight. She kept telling herself she wasn’t bisexual and she wasn’t gay.

“Maureen, this is Mimi, my girlfriend. Mimi, meet Maureen.” Roger made the introductions though his arm stayed tight around the dancer’s waist, holding her protective like.

Maureen flashed Mimi a smile. “Nice to meet you.” She said, moving her gaze to the rocker. “Jesus, Roger, you act as if I’m going to steal your girl.” She stated, giving a low chuckle.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it past you.” He stated, leading the dancer inside the café though that didn’t stop her from glancing back at Maureen.

The drama queen just smirked, walking back over to her own girlfriend, the two walking in to enjoy their evening but of course, Maureen reminded her of the equipment. She kissed the lawyer’s lips and watched as she headed back to the performance space.

Everyone danced and celebrated the night. Roger was pretty buzzed and happy after sharing his first kiss with Mimi but the dancer had her attention on Maureen, wanting to feel her lips against her own. The night went pretty well beside the fact that Maureen was now going home alone since Joanne caught her making out with someone and stormed out, angry.

The brunette not realizing that she had been caught until Mark said something. “I better go.” She announced, heading towards the door, forgetting her gloves and scarf, which Mimi took notice of.

“She forgot her gloves and scarf. I’m going to go give them to her. Be right back.” She said, parting with Roger only to head out the Life Café, looking in what direction Maureen had went. “Maureen!” She called, spotting her only to rush towards her.

“Yeah?” Maureen asked, turning to look at the dancer.

“You forgot these.” Mimi replied, handing the scarf and gloves to her.

Maureen’s eyes went wide. “Oh, thanks.” She said, taking them, letting their skin touch briefly. “Thanks.” She stated, winking at her.

Mimi just nodded. “No problem.” She shrugged timidly, acting as if it was nothing. The dancer’s dark eyes dropped to Maureen’s bottom lip, pulling her in between her teeth. “I should, uh… get back inside.” She said, quietly.

Maureen just nodded, having noticed the look in the dim streetlight. She led her to the alley, standing just in the entranceway just so they weren’t seen. “I’ve seen you looking’ at me all night.” She stated.

Mimi looked at Maureen and just shrugged. “So, there a problem with that?” She asked, curiously.

“No, none at all.” She whispered, leaning in close to Mimi’s lips. “My question is, why?” She asked, curiously, meeting her gaze.

“I—I don’t know.” Mimi replied quietly, her hand coming up to touch the drama queen’s cheek, licking at her bottom lip. She was mentally telling herself she wasn’t attracted to women, especially Maureen. She couldn’t be but she seemed to have no control over her mouth as she heard herself utter two words.

“Kiss me.”

Maureen heard the words and could only smirk, closing the distance as she kissed Roger’s girlfriend. It felt so wrong but she enjoyed every second of it. Mimi practically melted into the kiss, her hand moving to the back of Maureen’s neck, letting her fingers tangle in her hair. The dancer was the first to part, her breathing shaky.

“I should go back inside.” She said quietly.

“I think you should as well.” Maureen stated, seeing Mimi move in to kiss her again, letting her lips brush Maureen’s once more before moving completely away from her, heading back into the Life Café, making sure she had no lipstick on her lips before joining Roger.

Mimi knew she wasn’t lesbian. Bisexual? Maybe but it was only because of Maureen, her first kiss with a woman. She figured it was just lust but whatever it was, it had her questioning her own sexuality even as she went home with Roger.

-Fin.

I hope that made sense. I kinda clashed the musical and movie and changed some things up so I hope it’s not to confusing. I kept trying to write this in POV for some reason but it’s late and I have work in a few hours and I haven’t slept. Ugh.

Lunch Hour Nc 17

2008-01-06T13:02:05Z

Title: Lunch Hour
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Maureen and Joanne have lunch at the Life Café.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: Another sex fic. I swear, I will write something that is fluffy one day. Someone just gave me this idea.

Joanne had huge news to tell Maureen. It was news that she simply couldn’t wait to share with her so a quarter till noon; she called her girlfriend and asked her to meet her at the Life Café for lunch. She usually didn’t do much for lunch, always working straight through the lunch hour but today was different, today she needed to see Maureen since earlier in the morning she had gotten a promotion, after what felt years of hard work.

The drama queen had of course been practically asleep when Joanne called so she had to literally bust her ass to get ready. She wasn’t going to pass up this chance to meet up with Joanne because she had barely seen her much over the past few days since she had to work. She was amazed that she could get ready so quickly, it normally taking her an hour but today, less then thirty minutes and she had her hair and make up all done to perfection.

The two of them met out front, sharing a small passionate kiss before heading inside, getting one of their tables in the back, both sitting and ordering their drinks before attention spans seemed to focus on one another.

“I’ve missed you, pookie. Will you actually be home on time tonight?” Maureen questioned, curiously.

Joanne smirked, shrugging. “I’m hoping to be home tonight, nice and early.” She replied, leaning to give her a kiss, having gotten used to displaying affection in public. “I’ve missed you as well.” She added once the kiss parted.

Maureen could only smile at those words. “So, what’s this big news you have to tell me?” She asked, curiously. “It better be good. You woke me from a really good dream.” She stated flashing her an innocent smile, which told the lawyer she had been in it.

“I just wanted to share with you that I got a promotion today.” She told her. “I’m now a partner at the firm.” She added, smiling, pretty proud of herself.

“Oh pookie! That’s great!” She stated, leaning forward to wrap her arms around her lover’s neck, planting a kiss on her lips. “I’m so proud of you. I know you’ve been working for it. Congratulations, my love.” She said.

Joanne could only smile. “Thanks, honeybear. The hard work has seemed to pay off, finally. Though it’s taken my attention away from you.” She said, biting her lip, slight miserable at that.

“Awe, I hate it too but I’m very happy for you.” Maureen told her, letting her hand move to her thigh, a naughty idea running through her mind. “How about I show you how much, right now?” She asked, curiously, glad that this table had a tablecloth.

The lawyer raised her brow. “How?” She questioned, curiously. “We’re at lunch and in public.” She stated, having caught on to her girlfriend’s drift that she wanted to do something sexual.

“But…” The lawyer attempted to protest.

“No buts Joanne. Shh. I won’t let you get out of this one besides, I kinda want to make my fantasy of taking you in a public place like this real.” Maureen stated, smirking.

Joanne looked at her, worry all over her face. “Okay…. but still, we’re in public.” She pointed out. “It’ll be to obvious or something. I don’t know.” She mumbled, uncomfortable with the idea of someone figuring out that her girlfriend’s head was between her legs.

“Just read the menu or even…” She paused, getting up, going over to get the latest copy of the Village Voice. “Keep your attention on this.” She said, winking at her before discreetly slipping under the table, uncrossing her lover’s legs, thankful the lawyer had chosen to wear a skirt today.

Joanne bit her lip a moment, seeing the waitress coming towards them. She did the classic, drop something trick and leaned down to peer at Maureen. “Wait… what do you want to eat?” She asked, curiously.

“Order me a salad but don’t place the order yet.” Maureen whispered, flashing her a grin.

She could only swallow hard, sitting up right as she felt her panties being moved aside and Maureen’s finger slipping inside her center, causing her to become wet. She tensed slightly, biting her lip. She knew deep down she could have protested this and said no to this but part of her missed the touch and had been deprived of it for the past week.

“What can I get you to eat this afternoon?” The blonde waitress asked, pulling out her note pad.

“Uh, actually…. I’m not ready to order yet.” She told the woman, watching as she nodded and turned to walk away, thankful for that cause she had to bit down extra hard on her lips to suppress the moan that wanted to escape her lips when she felt Maureen’s tongue wiggling deep inside of her.

Maureen was really enjoying this. It wasn’t everyday she got the chance to go down on her girlfriend in public. She ran her tongue opening before starting to move it in and out of Joanne, feeling her become wet at the motion. She let a moan vibrate against her, smiling when she felt her lover’s hand on the back of her neck. It only urged her to go faster.

Joanne felt her body convulse as she attempted to focus her attention on the Village Voice but she couldn’t exactly focus on anything but what Maureen’s tongue was doing. She brought her hand up, biting down on the side of her hand, just to hide the moans and whimpers, doing her best to not make it look so obvious but as Maureen hit her gspot, she almost cried out. She tightened her grip on Maureen’s hair, her hips pressing more against her tongue.

The waitress came back, oblivious to just about everything. “Ready now?” She asked, curiously.

Maureen eased up on her thrusting a bit just so Joanne could speak. She smirked, listening to the lawyer’s slightly shaky tone, not to mention that she was panting and when she grew quiet, she plunged her tongue in deep to send Joanne over the edge, feeling the lawyer’s juices flow freely into her mouth.

The lawyer leaned forward, her forehead resting on her arm, attempting to regain some control over herself, the brunette soon reemerging from underneath the table. She took notice that everyone had his or her attention engaged elsewhere. She took a seat and smirked. “You okay pookie?” Maureen asked, curiously.

Joanne just nodded, slowly sitting up right, her legs crossing underneath the table. “Yeah, I think so.” She replied, taking a huge drink of her Diet coke.

“Some lunch hour, huh?” She questioned, smirking, smiling at her girlfriend.

The lawyer just nodded in agreement knowing it was in deed some lunch hour. The most interesting by far.

-Fin.

Part two- Experimenting

2008-01-06T10:51:49Z

Title: Experimenting
Rating: NC:17
Part: Two.
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Maureen gets a new sex toy and wants to use it with Joanne. Joanne goes to Mark to talk. Oh, just read.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson

That evening, Joanne got home to a very anxious girlfriend. She had already laid out her prized new sex toys, a strap on and a two headed dildo. The lawyer felt slightly guilty about her little affair with Mark but knew it was for a good reason. It just so happened to be laying on the bed. She swallowed hard, that nervous feeling creeping back into her stomach.

“Maureen, are you sure about this?” She asked, curiously, slipping her coat and shoes off, putting them where they usually went, neatly in the closet. “We could just have sex the regular way.” She stated, biting her lip.

Maureen could only nod, bringing Joanne over to the bed, pushing her down, straddling the lawyer’s waist. “I’m very sure.” She whispered, kissing her lover on the lips. “I want to experiment and have a little fun. Please, pookie?” The diva asked, giving her that infamous pout.

The lawyer looked at her and nodded. “Alright.” She whispered, knowing she didn’t need the sex to Mark to go to waste. He had helped a great deal overcoming this fear so she was clueless as why she suddenly had this feeling. Maybe it was because she slept with Mark. She didn’t know. Whatever, she allowed herself to relax and began to undress her lover, Maureen doing the same.

The brunette stared out with a bit of foreplay, kissing and touching but only to get them both in the mood, which worked extremely. “We’re going to use something a little different, that what way we both get pleasure and I can ride you.” Maureen said quietly, grinning at her own words, reaching for the dildo only to slide part slowly into the lawyer.

Joanne instantly felt the intrusion, a groan escaping her lips as she felt her body tighten in response. She gave her self a moment to relax suddenly forgetting everything else as she watched Maureen take the other end of the dildo into her, getting turned on at the site of Maureen’s expression, a look of pleasure and bliss. She heard the whimper escape her lover’s lips and knew this was going to be even better then the strap.

Maureen leaned down to kiss the lawyer on the lips, her hips thrusting against the lawyer hearing a moan from her lips, it not taking her long to pick up on that she was supposed to thrust her hips upward against Maureen, which she did, her hips meeting her girlfriend’s as she watched the diva ride the dildo.

The pace quickened, the pleasure building between both of their legs. Joanne gripped on to Maureen’s hips, her lover’s name falling so freely from her lips, which could only bring a smile to the drama queen’s face, seeing that she was enjoying this, especially after being so nervous.

Their muscles seemed to tense at the same time, both women gripping on to one another as the rode out the waves of their orgasm until Maureen collapsed on top of Joanne, panting, their figures glistened with a thin coating of sweat. Joanne relaxed underneath Maureen, attempting to control her breathing. “That felt… really good.” She whispered, licking at her lips.

“I know.” Maureen mumbled, lifting her head up only to press a kiss to Joanne’s lips, letting it last a few seconds before her crazy breathing forced her to separate. “And to think you were so nervous.” She added, slowly lifting herself off of Joanne, removing the dildo from them, laying it on the bed before collapsing next to her girlfriend.

“I know.” Maureen mumbled, lifting her head up only to press a kiss to Joanne’s lips, letting it last a few seconds before her crazy breathing forced her to separate. “And to think you were so nervous.” She added, slowly lifting herself off of Joanne, removing the dildo from them, laying it on the bed before collapsing next to her girlfriend.

Joanne nodded slowly, Mark popping back into her mind. It was only because of him that she was able to get through this without being in such pain and having to embarrass herself in front of her girlfriend.

“I had a little help.” She confessed, looking at Maureen.

Maureen raised her brow. “Help? How?” She questioned.

The lawyer sat up, biting her lip, explaining that she had up until this afternoon been a virgin. Maureen eyeing her a moment.

“Up until this afternoon?” The diva asked, slowly.

Joanne nodded, biting her lip. “I went to Mark for help.” She whispered, unsure what was going to happen next.

-Fin.

In the first chapter, I was just going to have it a strap-on but after talking to another fellow writer, she informed me of another fic I could write involving the strap so I just decided to combine the two. Sorry for the sudden change and omgah, I thought this really sucked. I’m sorry. It’s almost poorly written in my opinion.

Saturdays. Hard NC-17 Maureen/Joanne

2008-01-05T12:32:39Z

Title: Saturdays
Rating: NC-17! [oneshot]
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: This really needs no summary. Sex fic for Mo/Jo.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes:

It was Saturday, one of Maureen’s favorite days of the week. Not only was it the day Joanne had off work but also it was the day they chose to stay in doors and have sex all day. Well, not all day but a good portion of it. There was some cuddling and sleep thrown in between orgasms.

So far, they had covered all the basics, Maureen on bottom, Joanne on top, Joanne on bottom, Maureen on top, on their knees, against the wall, in the shower, in the kitchen, the list really does go on and on. The new ways they were thinking of having sex was astounding not to mention where.

Right now, they were on the kitchen table, Maureen having just gone down on her girlfriend, bringing her to a blissful orgasm, which only left her satisfied at the fact she could make Joanne feel so good. The lawyer slow sat up, panting, her figure glistening with sweat. She moved off the table and into Maureen’s lap, kissing her on the lips.

“I know what I want to do next.” She whispered once breaking the kiss.

“Oh? What’s that, pookie?” Maureen questioned with much curiousness, her hands roaming Joanne’s figure once more.

“Tie you up. To the bed. Your legs and arms so you can’t move.” Joanne replied, nipping at her earlobe.

Maureen’s brows rose at the words, becoming wet with excitement. “Mmm, what a naughty lawyer you are.” She said, giggling a bit. “Where’s the rope?” She asked, smirking.

“I’ve got a surprise for you actually. Meet you in the bedroom.” Joanne said, kissing her hard on the lips before getting up, going into the guest bedroom, heading straight to the closet. She looked around for what she was looking for. Smiling, she walked into the bedroom and found Maureen already waiting for her.

The lawyer crawled up to Maureen, straddling her abdomen revealing leather straps and a blindfold. Maureen’s eyes going wide surprise. “Where did you get those?” She asked, curiously.

“I went shopping with Mimi over lunch one day. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Joanne replied, flashing her a smile as she used the straps and tied her hands to the bedposts at the top of the bed. “These won’t hurt your wrists or ankles. I made sure to ask.” She told her, sliding down to tie Maureen’s ankles down.

“Awe, that’s so sweet.” Maureen said, smirking, looking at her hands and ankles. She couldn’t hide the excitement. “Mm, this will be fun to watch.” She stated, grinning.

Joanne shook her head. “You don’t get to watch. I’m blind folding you.” She said, moving up towards her only to place the mask over her eyes with a smirk. She leaned down and kissed her lover’s lips, her tongue sliding into the brunette’s mouth, keeping her from responding.

After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and began her work, trailing her lips down Maureen’s neck only to nip at her soft skin, sucking on it, leaving small hickies all the way down her chest. She felt Maureen arch into the touch, listening as she whimpered and groaned in response.

She kissed down between her breasts, her hands moving up to grope them, squeezing slight harsh, hearing a curse word spill from Maureen’s lips. She looked up at moment before lowering her mouth back to the skin, kissing over to her right breast. She ran her tongue around her nipple before letting it flick over her nipple, taking it into her mouth only to suck on it, rolling the nipple between her teeth. When she had given that one enough attention, she moved over to the left.

Joanne heard Maureen’s breathing quicken as she did this, the soft whimpers only making her want to give her more. “Joanne… I want to watch you do this.” Maureen groaned, which caused her to pull her mouth away.

“No.” She told her, kissing down her toned stomach, her hand moving to massage the area just above her womanhood, her other hand rubbing her inner thighs as her thumbs moving over the soft, tender skin. She lowered her mouth to her lover’s center, letting her tongue move up the length of her, hearing a gasp from above.

She pushed her tongue into between her the soft folds of her girlfriend’s core, finding her soaked. “You’re so wet.” She whispered, gazing up the length over Maureen’s perfect figure, watching her chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. The only sound she heard was a whimper, the brunette tugging at her restraints.

Joanne smirked just as her mouth once more returned to Maureen’s center, pushing her tongue inside her only to lick at her clit, biting down on the small bundle of nerves before sucking on them. “Joanne!” Maureen cried out, her hips bucking at the sudden pressure, her fingers curling to dig at the leather that was keeping her from doing anything.

A devious smile crossed Joanne’s lips as she moved her tongue down, tracing the brunette’s opening before slipping deep into her, locating that one spot before letting the tip of her tongue brush over it repeatedly, which only caused Maureen to shudder on. Seeing her shudder only made her smile, wanting to see more. She began to plunge her tongue in and out of the drama queen, hitting that tender spot each time.

“Oh my… Joanne… fuck…” Maureen moaned out in pleasure, fighting the restraints, suddenly very thankful they weren’t going to hurt what with the way she was thrashing around. She could feel her orgasm already building deep within her, honestly feeling as if she was on fire, Joanne’s movements in and out of her only increasing that feeling.

The lawyer removed her tongue, plunging three fingers into her center as she rose up a bit to remove the blindfold, capturing Maureen’s lips in a heated kiss while her fingers pulsated into Maureen. She could feel Maureen getting close, just the way her walls tightened around her fingers. It caused her to move back down, pulling her fingers out and thrusting her tongue in.

She brought the drama queen to a screaming orgasm, her sweet juices flowing so freely just as her name did from Maureen’s lips. Joanne licked her clean before pulling back, moving first to undo the leather straps from her ankles before moving upward to undo her hands.

“That… was… wow.” Maureen mumbled, slowly getting control over her breathing, speechless over what just happened. She wrapped her arms around Joanne; curling up against her body, fatigue overtaking her now. “I think I like that position.” She added, kissing her girlfriend.

“Me too.” Joanne said with a smile, reaching for the blanket only to pull it around both of them. “I love you.” She whispered, stroking Maureen’s hair, brushing it from her face.

“I love you too, Joanne.” Maureen said, sharing another kiss with her before laying her head down on her chest, listening to the lawyer’s steady heartbeat. She could only sigh in content. “Oh and have I mentioned I love Saturdays?” She asked, curiously, her voice growing rather quiet.

“No, you haven’t.” She replied, giving a low chuckle. “Go to sleep now, honeybear.” She stated, watching as Maureen fell into a peaceful sleep. She couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked. She placed a kiss on her forehead and laid her head down, silently thanking Mimi for suggesting they go to the sex store before falling too sleep as well.

-Fin.

[I wrote this with no sleep. It’s almost 7 am so yeah, sorry if it’s sucky.]

It Had To Be The Alcohol.

2008-01-05T10:33:47Z

Title: It Had To Be The Alcohol
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen mentions of Roger/Mimi and Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Mimi and Maureen end up meeting at a club.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: I usually don’t write for them but I got an idea in my head and this sucks probably because I NEVER write Mimi.

“Get out, Mimi.” Roger snarled, glaring at her. “I don’t want you here right now.” He stated, turning away only to go over and grab his guitar, going to sit down on the window seat.

The feline huffed. “Fine, whatever, Roger. I wasn’t with him like but you know what? Fine!” She snapped, feeling tears sliding down her cheeks as she turned and ran out of the loft. Roger was accusing her of being with Benny, again. He had come by the club but she refused him for the sake of not wanting to hurt Roger.

Walking out into the cold, she headed to a familiar club, one where she could dance and drink the night away. She needed something right now, something to distract her from the hurt she felt.

As she entered the club, she glanced around quickly then headed up to the bar, taking a seat and ordered a strong Vodka drink. She accepted it from the bartender then turned around to check out the crowd, her eyes landing on a familiar drama queen dancing, just apparently having the time of her life.

Maureen had no girlfriend right now so that meant she could dance with anyone, make out with anyone and get away with it. Also, this was her way of dealing with the slight heartbreak she felt when Joanne broke up with her. It was her flirty tactics that ended the relationship. She, of course mentioned Joanne’s working. It was just one of those type of silly fights.

The brunette pulled away from the two men that had been grinding against her, something she was enjoying but the need for another drink called to her, it about her fifth drink for the night so she was well on her way to being drunk. She headed up to the bar, a smile crossing her lips when she noticed Mimi. “Well, fancy meeting you here.” She said, smirking, ordering an apple martini from the bartender.

Mimi nodded in agreement, finishing off her first drink. “Joanne here too?” She asked, curiously.

“Nope! I’m here all by myself. Joanne’s probably at work or at home. I don’t know.” She replied, shrugging, taking her drink only to bring it to her lips, drinking some of the liquid down.

“Ah.” Mimi mumbled knowing that meant they weren’t together. “Well, perfect. That means we get to have fun tonight.” She stated, standing up. “Let’s dance.” She added, smiling at her before heading out on to the dance floor.

Maureen let her gaze follow Mimi and shrugged, downing the rest of her drink before following after her, pretty excited about hanging out with Mimi. She glided right up behind her, letting her hips move with the music. “How come we’ve never been out together before?” She questioned into the dancer’s ear so she could hear, curiosity in her voice.

Mimi felt Maureen grind against her and smiled a bit, not going to lie, she did kind of like it. She heard the question and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it has to do with who we were dating.” She replied.

“Ah. That would be a good reason.” Maureen said, letting her hands move down Mimi’s sides and to her hips, feeling rather flirty. That was possibly the alcohol talking or maybe it wasn’t. She didn’t know.

Mimi turned to face her friend, letting her arms wrap around her neck, keeping some distance between them, leaning in close to Maureen’s ear. “At least this way… we won’t make some mistake.” She pointed out with a smirk, flashing her a smile.

“I know, right? I don’t think I could afford it. Joanne’s already mad at me.” She told her, having to get close as well.

Their little night continued, drinking and dancing, Maureen honestly surprised she could have this much fun with Mimi. Neither of them realized exactly how close they had gotten though as they danced. Maureen’s hands seemed to travel effortlessly up and down Mimi’s sides, staring at her rather intently.

Shocking, it wasn’t her who made the first move but Mimi. The dancer’s lips crashed against Maureen’s, it not taking long for the drama queen to respond, her tongue forcing it’s way into the dancer’s mouth. For a moment there, the two made out on the dance floor as if they were the only ones there.

Next thing Mimi knew, her back was hitting the wall of the club bathroom, a whimper full of need slipping from her lips as she tightened her hand in Maureen’s hair, tugging her into another heated kiss. True, Mimi had never been with a girl but right now, it seemed as if she knew exactly what she was doing as her free hand moved down to the front of Maureen’s leather pants, undoing her belt and the snap them held them together. She slipped her hand down, smiling when she found no panties.

Maureen broke the kiss a groan escaping her lips when she felt the dancer enter her. “Fuck… Mimi.” She moaned her eyes closing as she began to ride her hand. This was wrong in so many ways. It was pretty much forbidden but they were both single right now. What harm would really happen? She didn’t know.

Mimi continued to pump her fingers in and out of the brunette, her mouth latching on to her neck as she kissed the somewhat sweaty skin, rather enjoying this moment but it only got better when she felt the intrusion of Maureen’s fingers, a gasp escaping her lips followed by a moan of Maureen’s name.

The two seemed to move as one, matching either’s speed and intensity with each thrust, urging one another on, to go faster or harder. While their fingers worked below, their mouths engaged in one heated kiss, tongues dueling for some sort of dominance, Maureen seeming to win though at least until she hit her climax. A tremble passing over her as she tensed up and withered against Mimi, her juices flowing over her fingers.

Mimi smiled at the feeling, it only urging her climax on and not long after, she released juices, moaning her name loudly, not even caring who heard. Panting, they removed their fingers from one another, engaging in another kiss. Maureen was the first to pull back, buttoning her pants up, doing the belt.

“Let’s get a drink.” She said, winking at her, unsure of what just happened but damn, now it felt slightly awkward though she was sure it was the alcohol talking.

“I think I’ve actually had enough.” Mimi stated, looking at Maureen a moment before stepping towards her. “Tonight was fun.” She whispered, giving her another kiss before going to open the bathroom stall. “Meet up tomorrow, maybe?” She asked, curiously, glancing back at Maureen.

“Sure, that sounds good.” She replied watching as the feline left, heading back to her loft, unable to rid her mind of what went on at the club. She kissed Maureen. She fucked her in the club. It had to be the alcohol.
-Fin

Okay, I did not plan on writing it as a sex fic. It just sort of happened.
Hope you liked? It was just something new for me to do. I’m not really a huge fan of Mimi/Maureen at all, nor Mimi with anyone but Roger but eh… Mimi and Maureen are pretty hot together.

Anything? Maureen/Joanne

2008-01-04T09:08:22Z

Title: Anything for you.
Rating: PG-13 [Just fluffy oneshot]
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Maureen questions Joanne on a subject. Happy ending.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: It’s been awhile since I’ve written a fic. Sorry it took so long. Writing mood just hasn’t been around.

It was just one of those evenings, Maureen lay nestled against Joanne’s figure while the lawyer read a book, which she didn’t even bother to pay attention to the cover. She didn’t understand why Joanne would want to read but let her. After all, she had just given her one hell of an orgasm besides, she wasn’t going to complain one bit, and she was in Joanne’s arms still. She had intentions of falling asleep like this but her mind began to wonder.

She turned her gaze up to Joanne and studied her a moment, the lawyer going unphased that she was being watched. She figured it must have been a damn good book. She bit her lip. “What are you reading? A heavy erotic book?” She questioned, loving how focused Joanne was.

“No.” Joanne spoke without lifting her eyes from the words though she now had that feeling that Maureen was watching her. “Is there something you want?” She asked, curiously, turning the page.

Maureen shook her head. “Not really.” She replied, thinking once more. “Pookie?” She asked, laying her head on her shoulder, looking up at her.

“Hm?” Came the lawyer’s answer, still not looking up from her book.

“Would you do anything for me? Anything at all?” She asked, quizzical expression crossing her face as she eyed her lover, just determined to get the lawyer engaged in conversation rather then in the text in the book.

The lawyer averted her eyes upward to the look at the wall as she heard the question. “There is something you want.” She stated, glancing at her lover out of the corner of her eye. “What is it?” She questioned, chewing at the inside of her lip.

“I don’t want anything, unless you’re willing to go down on me again.” She told her, grinning at the idea of Joanne’s tongue moving inside her again. It was a feeling she loved. “But seriously, I don’t want anything… it was just a question, which you didn’t answer.” She pointed out to her girlfriend.

Eyeing the diva, she focused her gaze back on the book and nodded. “Pretty much anything, yeah.” She replied, her eyes shifting over the black letters that were currently on the page.
Maureen just wasn’t satisfied with that answer. She discreetly reached behind her underneath her own pillow for something, making sure Joanne didn’t see it. “Like give me the moon and the stars if I asked? Or how about… buy me whatever I asked for? Oh! How about sit through a scary move with me even though you hate them?” She continued to question the lawyer.

Joanne listened to her questions, answering them with the usual answers of ‘yes’, ‘of course’, and ‘sure’ though the more questions she was asked, she began to get annoyed. She would do just about anything for Maureen. The brunette knew this and yet she was clueless as to why she was asking. “Maureen…” She started, setting her book down, turning to look at her.

“Would you be willing to share the rest of your life with me as my wife?” She asked, curiously, finally bringing out the diamond ring that she had hidden under her pillow.

A gasp escaped the lawyer’s lips as she looked at the ring, her book completely falling from her hands and off the bed. “Oh my… yes, I would be willing to do that.” She replied with a smile, tears slowly starting to fall down her cheeks.

Maureen smiled slipping the ring on her fiancés ring finger before pulling her into a passionate kiss. “I love you so much.” She whispered, cupping her cheeks.

“I love you too.” Joanne said quietly, pulling back to look at the ring. “How’d you get this?” She asked, curiously, not even thinking Maureen had a job then again, she sometimes had no clue what the brunette did during the day.

“I scored big with an audition. Got a lead role in a small off-Broadway show.” She replied, which was something she kept quiet about, wanting to surprise her.

Joanne looked even more surprise. “Wow, baby, that’s great. I’m happy for you.” She said, hugging her tight, unable to believe the night’s surprises.

“Thanks, pookie.” She whispered, leaning in to give her a passionate kiss. She pulled back, a playful smirk crossing her lips. “Now… how about going down on me again?” She asked, curiously, grinning.

“Anything for you.” The lawyer replied, pushing her down on to the bed only to capture her fiancés lips in a heated kiss.

-Fin.

[One of these days I'll write a wedding fanfic for them but lately fic ideas aren't coming. I'm suprised I came up with this. Enjoy.

joannes_tango @ 2007-12-03T02:39:00

2007-12-03T08:36:10Z

Title: A Proposal.
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Christmas fic. Crappy summary but don’t want to spoil sooo you’ll have to read.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
A/N: Fanfics will be delayed for a while. I just haven’t been in the mood to write fics lately and I’m preparing to start school in January.

It was Christmas morning. Joanne had off work so she happy at the fact she was able to awake up next to Maureen. Actually, she had off until after New Years. She smiled at her sleeping girlfriend, placing a kiss on her neck, loving how adorable Maureen looked when she was asleep.

“Merry Christmas, honeybear.” She whispered in her ear, hearing a groan escape her lover’s lips. “Wake up so we can go open presents.” She said, slipping out of bed. She grabbed her robe and put it on, tying the belt around her waist.

She watched as Maureen began to wake up, a smirk escaping her lips as she went into the living room, retrieving Maureen’s present before turning on Christmas music, making sure it was warm in the apartment.

She stood in the entryway of the kitchen, right under the mistletoe, which the drama queen practically demanded be hung there. She’d get up and stand there purposely just so she’d be kissed if the lawyer were walking around. She opened the velvet box to look at the diamond ring, smiling a bit, thinking it was time.

It had been two years since they had started dating. One engagement had come and gone rather quickly but they were somehow still together and nothing made her happier. She wanted to make it official, take the next step forward.

“Hmm… it’s to early…” A sleepy Maureen mumbled, walking down the hall, her hair a mess and her cold fingers rubbing at her eyes. It usually took a long time to wake up but seeing the tree and the presents, she was instantly awakened. “Joanne! Let’s open them!” She stated rather vocally, grinning like a child.

Joanne cleared her throat. “This one first.” She said with a small smile.

Maureen looked over to where she was, her eyes going wide when she saw her girlfriend down on one knee under the mistletoe, a black velvet box being held out.

“Oh pookie.” She whispered, walking towards her. She slowly took the box and opened it, gasping at the ring, her eyes averting up to the woman she loved.

“Maureen, will you marry me?” Joanne asked, curiously, her dark orbs filled with love for the woman in front of her along with hope; hope that she would say yes.

Maureen handed the ring box back to her, holding her hand out. “Yes.” She replied, grinning wide.

Hearing her answer, she took the ring from the box and placed it on Maureen’s finger before standing with her help. “I love you so much.” She whispered, pulling her into a kiss before anymore words could be exchanged.

“I love you too.” Maureen whispered, tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Joanne. “Merry Christmas, baby.” She added, not wanting to let go of her.

“Merry Christmas, my beautiful fiancé.”

The two opened the rest of their presents, the most exciting being the ring that was on Maureen’s finger. The brunette accepting the proposal was all the present Joanne needed, though, Maureen did promise to give her a little present when they got home from the Boho’s place, nothing could go wrong with that.

[[Okayyy… I don’t know if this has been done before or not. The idea sounds familiar. Hmm but it’s like almost three AM. Again, sorry that fics have been non-existent. I’ll try to update with one as soon as possible.]]

-Fin.

joannes_tango @ 2007-12-03T01:55:00

2007-12-03T07:52:46Z

Title: Experimenting
Rating: NC:17
Part: One.
Pairing/Character: Maureen/Joanne and Mark/Joanne [hints at Mark/Maureen]
Summary: Maureen gets a new sex toy and wants to use it with Joanne. Joanne goes to Mark to talk. Oh, just read.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
A/N: Fanfics will be delayed for a while. I just haven’t been in the mood to write fics lately and I’m preparing to start school in January.

I decided to experiment with a couple. Mark/Joanne. I love them. I just think that if Joanne was bi or even straight, they would some how work out like perfectly. This will probably be split into two parts. This fic is Maureen/Joanne throughout.

“We’ll use it tonight. You can use it on me then I’ll use it on you.” Maureen said grinning at the idea as she shifted the phone, eyeing the new strap on that Mimi had somehow gotten for Joanne and her.

“But…” Joanne bit her lip, sighing heavily, “Alright. Fine. I’ll see you after work. Love you.” She said, hanging up before anything else could be spoken. She couldn’t help but frown, slightly worried about this whole sex toy ordeal.

She had never used them. She had never been with a man. That was the scary part and something she did not ever want to reveal to Maureen. The thought to call someone for help, one of the guy friends in the group was tempting but that was… embarrassing, to say the least. She cursed herself mentally for agreeing with Maureen that they could experiment.

Deciding to leave work early, like six hours way to early, she headed to the loft, thankful to find Mark there. “What’s up, Joanne?” The blonde filmmaker asked, letting his ex-girlfriend’s, girlfriend in.

“Uh… I need a little help.” She told him, slipping her coat off. “And I know this is going to be like super weird for both of us but… you’re the only one I thought that would really help me with this.” She said rather quickly, biting her lip once she had finally shut up.

Mark got that funny look of confusion as he stepped towards the lawyer. “Oh, um, okay. What is it?” He questioned slowly, slightly scared to find out what she, Joanne Jefferson of all the people in the world, needed help with.

“I need to have sex with a guy.” She blurted out without a second thought.

Mark’s jaw dropped to the floor practically at the words. “You need to what?! Why?!” He demanded in shock and surprise.

“Becaaussee! Mimi gave Maureen this silly sex toy, a strap or something, I don’t know but whatever, I’ve never, um…” She cut off, blushing from here to tomorrow, her eyes averting to the floor.
“You’ve never been with a guy.” He finished for her with a smirk, pausing a brief moment before continuing. “And you don’t want Maureen to know, not to mention the fact you don’t know what it feels like or anything.” He said.

Joanne bit her lip, slowly nodding. “Er… that about sums it up in a nutshell.” She mumbled, rubbing the back of neck. “Kind of crazy, huh?” She asked quietly.

Mark smirked. “Just a little.” He mumbled.

“Mark, I’m freaking out over this and she’s determined to have us this toy.” She stated, looking up at him a moment. “She just assumes I’ve been with a guy but hated it and turned lesbian.” She told him.

“Tell her the truth.” He said, walking into his bedroom with Joanne trailing after him.

“I can’t just do that. Mark, you have to help me with this.” She begged. “Come on, please?” She questioned, biting her lip.

Mark shook his head. “No, Joanne. You’re with Maureen. Just tell her the truth or say you don’t want too. I’m not going to have sex with my ex-girlfriend’s current girlfriend.” He stated, looking at the lawyer as if she was insane for even suggesting this.

She rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. "Wow. A girl is willing to get into bed with you and you turn her down. Wow. No wonder you haven't gotten laid in a while. This was your chance." She said, walking out of the room and to the door.

He heard her words and groaned. "Joanne! Wait!" He called, going after her. "Fine, I'll help you this once but no one finds out about this. Besides, Maureen would never let you live it down if she found out you were a virgin. I mean, she didn't to me for about six months until she found something new to tease me about." He told her, frowning. “You better not tell anyone I told you that. I don’t need the gang knowing that Maureen was my first.” He mumbled, taking Joanne’s hand, leading her into the bedroom.

“Secrets safe with me.” She said following after him.

“Hold on a second.” He stated, leaving her there only to walk into Roger’s room only to search for an unopened condom. He left the rockers shit-hole of a room and went back into his, closing the door, his gaze shifting up when he saw a now nude Joanne slide into his bed. Automatic hard on.

Joanne was freaking out about this but she preferred to freak out with Mark then have it be Maureen. She looked up at him when he walked into his room, her eyes shifting down to his erection growing in his pants. Erection problem? No way, she wouldn’t have guessed. She cleared her throat. “Are you, um, just going to stand there?” She asked, curiously.

“Huh? Oh, no.” He replied, slipping out of his clothes, covering himself slightly as he walked over and sat down before slipping the condom on, swallowing hard. He moved under the blanket and positioned himself on top of Joanne. “Just relax.” He told her, lowering his mouth to her neck whilst his hand crept up her inner thigh, waiting no time figuring the sooner this was over, the better.

“What are you doing?” She asked quietly, her breathing catching in her throat as his fingers invaded her. She moved her hands up and down his arms.

“Helps if you’re wet.” Mark whispered in her ear, his fingers slowly moving in and out of her until he was sure she was wet enough for this. “Ready?” He asked, curiously, bringing her one leg a bit as he pressed the tip of his member to her.

Joanne felt that and bit her lip, hard. She honestly wasn’t ready for this. “R—ready.” She mumbled quietly, her eyes clenching tight as her body tensed with the sudden intrusion of him entering her. She honestly felt as if she had stopped breathing at this point.

“You okay?” He asked nervously, looking at her.

“I—I don’t… know…” She somehow managed, a tear sliding down her cheek. “It… hurts.” She whimpered.

Mark wiped the tear away. “You’ll get used to it. Just give it a few minutes.” He said gently, not really wanting to hurt Joanne at this point. He felt bad. He slowly began to move in and out of her; able to see why she didn’t want Maureen to see this side of her then again, Joanne was never one to be openly weak.

Eventually, Joanne felt her muscles relax around him, feeling some enjoyment coming out of this and could tell Mark was enjoying it. After twenty minutes or so, Mark collapsed on top of Joanne, both of their breathing labored.

“That was…” She cut off, unable to speak, seeing Mark’s look. She smirked and placed a small kiss on his lips, “Really good.” She finished.

Mark could only smile. “That was.” He said, pulling out of her slowly, removing the condom. “You should probably get going now though. Roger will be home soon.” He told her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Right. Maureen will call the office at lunch.” She stated, biting her lip, moving to her feet only to get dressed, her legs feeling like jello at this moment.

Mark watched her a moment before snapping out of his reality, getting dressed as well, escorting Joanne to the door. “And this stays between us and the next time I need a favor. I’m coming to you.” He stated.

Joanne smirked. “Technically, this is payback for me helping you get a job at Buzzline.” She said, winking at him. “But yeah, if you need anything. Call and thanks again.” She added, placing a kiss on his lips before heading out of the building, heading back to work, feeling slightly more confident about this whole sex toy thing. She figured deep down she was going to admit her little affair to the drama queen though. She could almost hear the word ‘threesome’ coming from Maureen’s lips.

-Fin.

I’ll write the second chapter as soon as I can. The next chapter is completely Maureen/Joanne.

60 Damn Prompts

2007-11-23T11:11:17Z

http://community.livejournal.com/60damnprompts/

1. Mail	2. Trance	3. Baby	4. Funeral	5. Wedding	6. Birth
7. Understanding	8. Kiss	9. Police	10. Insanity	11. Impossible	12. Love
13. Roses	14. Rescue	15. March	16. Hospital	17. Red	18. Tempature
19. Touch	20. First Time	21. Fake	22. Redemption	23. Shower	24. Picture
25. Backyard	26. Best Friend	27. Taste	28. Leather	29. Clothes	30. France
31. Apart	32. Lovers	33. Moon	34. Dream	35. Bed	36. Together
37. Sex	38. Birthday	39. Enemies	40. Memories	41. Smell	42. Rain
43. Hear	44. Guilty	45. Pleasure	46. Innocence	47. Beauty	48. Shopping
49. Whisper	50. Alliances	51. Confusion	52. Time	53. Rome	54. Hope
55. Egypt	56. Old	57. Young	58. Heart	59. Borrowed	60. Blue

I'll be writing Mo/Jo, of course.

joannes_tango @ 2007-11-18T03:43:00

2007-11-18T10:33:08Z

Title: Worst Nightmare Ever
Rating: Nc-17?
Pairing: Maureen/Joanne
Summary: Just read, I don’t want to spoil it.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: sooo this is rather dumb and cheesy, I took the idea from Sex and the City soo enjoy.

“Joanne!!!” Came a sudden scream from Maureen’s mouth as she from the bathroom to the living room, water dripping down her toned figure, obviously in the middle of a shower.

“What?!” Joanne questioned feeling as if she had just had a heart attack, not at all prepared to be have the silence of the apartment interrupted, “Maureen, what the hell is going on?” She demanded, setting her book down.

“I can’t do it.” Maureen stated in a dramatic tone.

Joanne raised her brow, looking slightly dumbfounded at this moment, “Can’t do what? Wash your hair? Use a towel to dry off?” She questioned, making this into a joke, which clearly it wasn’t.

“You know what’s not funny? You! Miss Ivy League! You are not funny at all and for your information I can’t…” She cut off a moment, not wanting to utter these words.

Joanne went solemn at the nickname Maureen loved so very much to use when they were fighting. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her book, “Whatever.” She said opening it to where she had stopped reading.

“Joanne! This is serious!” Maureen barked, “I can’t orgasm!” She finally blurted out.

An amused looked crossed her face, “You can’t what?” She asked, biting her lip, setting her book down, knowing full well what she meant by orgasm but let’s face it, hearing Maureen say that sentence was surreal.

“Orgasm! You know? Climax, release, orgasm, cum…”

“I know, Maureen, I know.” Joanne cut in; getting up, going over to the now shivering brunette, “Go finish your shower.” She said, giving her girlfriend a small nudge.

“I need your help though.” Maureen whined, looking at her.

“No, not right now. You can cum, just relax and… well, do that thing you do.” She said, smirking, walking away from her.

Maureen pouted in defeat as she was sent back to the bathroom only to finish up her shower. She dried off this time then went into the bedroom, closing the bedroom door only to try to coax her climax to come out and make her feel good, as it should.

It seemed as if hours had passed. Using all the sex toys she had attempting to achieve her climax, “Where are you?” She practically cried, not liking this one bit, after all, she was Maureen Johnson, practically a sex Goddess.

She swore she was close to hitting it, that blissful release when…

Thud. Followed closely by a groan.

Dazed and confused, the brunette bit her lip, realizing that she had been having a dream. It was the worst dream one could possibly ever have. She got up quickly, “JOANNEEEE!!!” She screamed the apartment, “Damnit, you better be home.” She mumbled, heading down the hall, figuring she was home since it was Saturday.

Joanne looked up from folding the laundry and putting it away, “What?” She demanded, yanking out the headphones of her Ipod. She would be able to hear Maureen scream a block away.

“I had a bad dream!” She said coming to wrap her arms around her girlfriend’s neck, practically choking her.

“Loosen up the hold, baby, I really need to breathe. What was it about?” She questioned, pulling back to look at her.

Maureen looked at her with the most serious expression she swore she ever saw from her and for the first time was dead silent.

“Mau, you’re worrying me a bit… what was it about?” She tried again.

“I couldn’t… cum. I was basically masturbating with no finale.” She told her, biting her lip.

Joanne looked at Maureen and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Oh wow, that’s kind of funny.” She said, setting down her Ipod only to sit down on the bed, wiping at her eyes.

Maureen scoffed, “It is sooooo not funny!” She stated, folding her arms over her chest, looking at her with a pout.

“Oh, yes, it is. You unable to orgasm? Yeah, that’s funny, even if it is in your dream.” She said, gasping, “What if you really can’t?” She asked, smirking, looking at her girlfriend knowing she would about die if she couldn’t have sex.

Maureen’s eyes went wide as she walked over and straddled Joanne’s lap, “Make me cum, now!” She begged, ready to break into tears.

“Maybe later. I’ve got to finish doing laundry.” Joanne said, attempting to get up but she found herself being pinned down.

“You will fuck me now! If any part of you loves me at all, you will do this for me!” She stated, practically demanding, there a sense of urgency in her voice.

Joanne looked at her and quickly nodded, “Alright, alright, alright.” She said, crashing their lips together, not even bothering to waste much time, just getting her hand down the front of Maureen’s shorts, slipping to fingers inside of her only to rub her clitoris, getting the brunette worked up before fully entering her.

Maureen gasped, biting her lip a moment as she mentally told herself to concentrate on Joanne’s fingers. She rocked against them, “Deeper, pookie, deeper.” She whispered, kissing her lover on the lips, deciding she was going to tell her what to do.

She could only but obey her girlfriend’s commands, thrusting her fingers in deeper, moving them faster, letting her free hand guide Maureen’s hips against her fingers, hoping to bring Maureen to her climax.

In a matter of minutes, she felt herself getting closer until; her muscles tightened and clamped down around Joanne’s fingers, hitting her release with a loud cry. Maureen sank against the lawyer, panting.

“It… was just a… dream.” She panted, lifting her head to place a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.

Joanne smirked, removing her fingers, “Thank goodness for that. I don’t need you constantly moody.” She stated once the kiss broke.

“I wouldn’t want that for you either.” Maureen said moving off of her lover’s lap, “Thanks pookie.” She whispered, giving her another kiss before wondering back into the living room.

Joanne just shook her head, watching the diva leave the room before going into the bathroom to wash her hands, getting back cleaning up the apartment since asking Maureen for help was useless.

-Fin

Midnight Pleasure

2007-10-21T10:17:00Z

Title: Midnight Pleasure
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Character: Joanne/Maureen.
Summary: Joanne wakes in the middle of the night. [Just little oneshot]
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson

The digital clock numbers changed, showing two AM, Joanne was wide-awake. She was staring at the ceiling listening to her wife’s even breathing, signaling the diva was fast asleep and there were no signs of waking her up. She could hear the sounds of the City outside, still lively. It was known as the city that never slept for a reason.

With a small sigh, Joanne crawled out of bed and made her way into the kitchen to get a glass of water before going over to flop down on the couch, setting the glass down before pulling her legs in close to her chest, draping the blanket around her. The dark and silent room was almost comforting but eventually the need for something to hold her attention became necessary.

She grabbed the remote and turned on the television, keeping the volume low, flipping for something to watch instead of some boring infomercial, those honestly not interesting her at all. She heard a noise down the hall and guessed it wasn’t long before Maureen was in here. Her guess confirmed when the brunette walked in, the fact that she had been asleep showcasing in the way she walked, wiped at her eyes, not to mention her hair. To her, it was beautiful.

“Pookie, what are you doing?” A sleepy Maureen spoke up, seeing her lawyer wife on the couch, “It’s two in the morning; you have work in only a few hours.” She pointed out, positioning herself in between the Joanne’s legs under the blanket.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She told her, wrapping her arms around her lover’s body, her head finding refuge on Maureen’s shoulder, taking in her familiar scent, it enough to relax her but not make her fall asleep.

“Why? Something on your mind?” She questioned, turning her head to look back at Joanne, who shook her head and shrugged at the same time. A small chuckle slipping from her lips, “You’re cute when you can’t sleep.” She said, turning around more to face her, tilting her wife’s face up towards her.

“I am not.” Joanne mumbled, pulling her wife closer to her, watching as she grabbed the remote control and turned the television off. Now it was almost completely dark, nothing but the light outside was shinning through the window.

“Oh yes, you are. Don’t argue with me either.” She whispered kissing Joanne on the lips, suddenly feeling awake then again, any type of sexual energy could awaken her up.

Joanne broke the kiss long enough to utter it was too early before kissing her again, letting her tongue slip into her lover’s mouth, letting their tongues dual for some sense of domination.

When both broke, that seemed the moment to undress one another. First came the shirts, discarding them to the floor before Maureen stood up, slipping out of the bottom half of her clothing with Joanne’s help. In turn, she helped Joanne out of her clothing before placing herself back in between Joanne’s legs, wrapping her lover’s legs around her waist, pulling her in close before crashing their lips together. She allowed herself to get lost in this moment.

Joanne melted into the kiss, moving her hands over Maureen’s body, all thoughts but her wife gone from her mind. She slipped two fingers deep into her womanhood, curling them just as the kiss broke, the soft sound of Maureen whimpering entering her hearing. She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, feeling a sudden intrusion between her legs.

Thrusting her fingers in as deep as she could, Maureen strived to give her wife all the pleasure she possibly could while her teach moved over her soft skin, feeling Joanne’s lips on her own skin.

Paces were matched as both pulsated into one another. The only sound now heard in the apartment was the moans and whimpers, the labored breathing. The dim light reflected off their sweat-covered figures as releases were brought out, Maureen collapsing against Joanne with a tremble, Joanne only to fall back against the arm of the couch as she hit her release, withering underneath her lover.

“Tired now?” Was all Maureen asked, her voice clouding over with sleep now, licking at her dried lips before sucking her fingers clean, watching as Joanne did the same, the small gesture making her hot, again. She placed a kiss on her lover’s luscious lips, letting her arms wrap around her wife’s frame, snuggling close to her.

“Yes.” She replied pulling the blanket around them, her arms wrapping around Maureen, letting her eyes close, feeling herself being pulled into dreamland with her wife resting on top of her, content now.

Maureen was the first awake, only because the phone was ringing. She groaned, sitting up, seeing Joanne still asleep underneath her. She placed a kiss on her cheek, getting up, going over to answer the phone. “Hello?” She asked looking down at her body, seeing that she was wearing nothing, a smirk crossing her lips remembering why she was nude.

“Maureen, is Joanne there?” Questioned Mr. Jefferson, sounding a bit worried since it was never like his daughter to show up late for work, at least not without calling in.

Her eyes shifted over to the couch then to the clock seeing that it was nine in the morning, Joanne was late for work. “Uh, yeah she is but she’s not feeling to great.” She lied, “Is it okay if she takes the day off?” She questioned him, hearing silence.

“Sure. Just make sure she’s in tomorrow. Tell her to feel better and that I’ll have her appointments rescheduled.” Mr. Jefferson replied hearing him disconnect. She hung up the phone and bounced over to the couch, crawling back under the blanket only to kiss her wife’s neck. “Pookie.” She whispered, nipping at her ear.

“Hm?” Joanne grunted, stirring, slowly opening her eyes, “What time is it?” She mumbled, stretching, letting her eyes settle on the clock. Her brown orbs widen, “I’m late for work!” She stated, “Maureen, get off of me, I’m late.” She said, biting her lip when Maureen didn’t move and only lay on top of her giggling.

“You have the day off. You’re dad called. I told him you were sick so you get to play hooky with me. Yay!” Maureen announced in an excited tone, grinning from ear to ear, silently hoping Joanne wasn’t going to flip out on her.

“But—I have work to do.” Joanne told her, trying to justify that she had a reason to get up and go to work today but all she really had to do was do paperwork and meet with one client..

“You’re dad said he would reschedule everything and to feel better.” She said kissing her on the lips, “Just relax, and let’s get more some sleep, way to early.” She added, smirking, laying her head down.

Joanne only nodded, sighing, “Alright but let’s go to the bedroom, this couch is uncomfortable.” She murmured.

She nodded, getting up, tugging her wife up before heading into the bedroom crawling into bed with her. It wasn’t long before Joanne was asleep in her arms again, this time, leaving her the one to be wide-awake but she figured she could at least wait an hour before waking her sleeping wife up, thinking about their midnight pleasure.

-Fin.

I had a hard time thinking of a title for this. =/

Part one and two of Comfort From a Friend

2007-10-20T10:31:33Z

Title: Comfort from a friend.
Rating: PG:13
Part: One.
Pairing/Character: Callie and Addison
Summery: When Callie finds out about George and Izzie, she turns to a friend. Contains Spoliers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey’s Anatomy and have no affiliation with it. A girl can only dream.
Notes:

Callie sat staring off, unable to think or move. She heard the door open behind her and knew who it was, her husband. Taking a deep breath, she knew exactly what she had to ask but wasn’t even sure she wanted to hear. “Just say it.” She stated in a monotone voice.

“I slept with Izzie.” George told Callie, watching her closely, unsure what was going to happen now.

Nothing escaped her lips, only the feeling of tears building in her eyes, unsure what to do now. Her suspicions had been true, that was what was bothering her the most. She knew something was going on between them. “I forgive you.” She said suddenly, surprising even herself..

“You what?” George asked, starting stunned.

“I forgive you. You made a mistake. We took vows. I forgive you.” She said, not looking at him still, unable too. “I need to get to the hospital.” She stated, getting up, grabbing her things only to leave without another word, figuring she could catch some sleep in an on-call room, which was what she did, waking early in the morning not feeling any better.

Callie cleaned herself up before getting changed into her scrubs before going off to round on patients and catch up on paperwork, finding the day to be tough, especially after being humiliated in front of half the medical staff, thanks to Izzie. She realized by that night, standing out in the rain, that she didn’t forgive George. The pain of knowing he was unfaithful was to much to bare and she was suddenly wishing she had a friend to talk to.

In wet clothes, she went back to her hotel room and sank on the bed, letting the clothes chill her as time slowly passed, unable to sleep, her mind keeping her awake with this sudden situation.

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In Santa Monica, Addison found it bright, shiny and boring. What with no patients to see at the Oceanside Wellness Center, she didn’t have much to do right now.. She sat staring around her office as if waiting for something to happen. She was about to get up when Dell poked his head in.

“You have a call on line two, it’s a Callie Torres. She said it was personal just needed to speak to you.” He informed her, figuring she was someone in Santa Monica.

“Thanks, Dell.” She said, giving him a small smile before sitting down, picking the phone up excited to talk to Callie whom she missed a lot. She always enjoyed their conversations and such. “Hey Callie.” She said into the phone, excited.

“Addison, hey. Sorry to bother you.” Came a shaky voice of Callie, one that wasn’t often heard by everyone. “You aren’t busy… are you?” She questioned, curiously, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth, shivering slightly, exhausted out of her mind

Addie furrowed her brow, shaking her head, “No, no, I’m free. Callie, are you okay?” She asked, having never heard her friend sound so broken and hurt.

“Um, I just… really need a friend right now.” Callie said quietly into the phone, not wanting to have this conversation over the phone. “I wish you were, Addie.” She added.

“Callie, what’s wrong? I can come up and see you, if you want. Might take me a few hours but—I’ll do it.” Addison said, worried about her friend.

“Would you? I mean, I don’t want you to come out of your way but—I didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone.” Callie rambled on a bit, looking around the hotel room she was currently staying in.

Addison took a deep breath, “Callie, I’ll be there soon. Just give me your address.” She said, writing it down before making arrangements to get to Seattle. She got up and went to talk to Naomi before leaving the practice, going home to get a bag of things ready, heading on her way to Seattle.

-Fin

Title: Comfort from a friend.
Rating: PG:13
Part: Two.
Pairing/Character: Callie and Addison
Summery: When Callie finds out about George and Izzie, she turns to a friend. Contains Spoliers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey’s Anatomy and have no affiliation with it. A girl can only dream.
Notes:

This was a trip Addison didn’t think she was ever going to make once she got settled in Santa Monica but here she was, on her way back to Seattle. When her flight landed only a few hours after taking off, she grabbed her carry on and headed off the plane, making her way through the airport only to walk out and catch a cab to the Archfield hotel.

Meanwhile, Callie was trying not to break down, anger and hurt overwhelming her. She kept checking the clock, waiting for Addie. She was relieved when she finally heard a knock at the door. Rushing forward, she unlocked it and pulled it open, seeing Addison.

“Addie, thank you for coming.” She quickly said, throwing her arms around her friend, feeling tears now spilling down her cheeks

“Y—you’re welcome.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around Callie, bringing her into the room, “Let’s sit down and tell me what happened.” She said, keeping her arms around Callie.

Callie grew still and quiet a moment, pulling back to look at her, “Um--” She cut off, taking a deep, shaky breath before continuing, “George and Izzie slept together.” She told her, feeling tears slide down her cheeks.

Addison stared at Callie a moment, unsure if she was serious or not. She was shocked, it showed by her expression, “They what?” She questioned almost needing to hear it again, “When?” She continued, pulling Callie closer to her.

“He cheated on me, Addie. I don’t know when… I know there was alcohol involved. I thought something was going on between them…” She sobbed against her friend’s chest, clinging to her.

She could do nothing but hold her tight, feeling terrible that she was hurting like this. Her initial thought was to go rip George apart for hurting Callie this way but that would solve nothing. “It’ll be okay.” Was all Addison could whisper, not even knowing if it would be okay. She seriously didn’t know.

“I can’t believe he did this.” Callie said quietly once she had managed to calm her tears, “W—will you stay with me?” She questioned, looking at Addison, silently begging for her too.

She nodded, wiping her cheeks, “Yes, of course, Callie.” She replied, “I got a few days off.” She told her, not imagining being anywhere else then right here with her.

“Thanks. I didn’t know whom else to turn too. You’re the only one I could think that would help me.” She said, forcing a weak smile, glad that the one time she desperately needed Addison she came through and was by her side.

“You’re welcome. Now, I say we abuse the room service and plot against George and Izzie for hurting you.” She said, giggling a bit, “How about it?” Addison questioned, smiling, looking at her, knowing they couldn’t literally hurt George or Izzie but they could talk.

Callie could only laugh, wiping her eyes, “Sounds like a plan.” She said, smirking, grabbing the room service menu only to flip through it with her, talking about what they wanted to order before she made the call while Addison changed. After the call, she changed herself and settled on the bed with the Addison, waiting for their food to get there before talking once more resumed.

“Izzie had the nerve to apologize to me.” Callie told her, eating a few fries, looking over at Addison, telling her the whole situation in the cafeteria only to see a surprised look on her face.

“What a bitch! I can’t believe she would do that!” She said, biting her lip a moment, “I think you need away from the both of them.” She stated, taking a bit out of her sandwich, washing it down with a swig of diet coke.

“I do need away from them, badly. I just… don’t know where I’d go.” Callie said, sighing a bit, leaning back on the pillow.

“I could talk to Naomi, see if she would be interested. Then again, I don’t know. I’m not entirely sure I’ll last there.” She said, knowing it wasn’t the same as working in a hospital. She didn’t get that rush of adrenaline when going into the OR. It was something she missed. She gasped suddenly, “I know! We can both go to New York!” She exclaimed.

A nervous laugh escaped Callie’s lips, “What?” She asked, looking at Addison as if she was crazy for even suggesting they go to New York, somewhere she had never been.

“I’m serious. We could go to New York. I mean, I still have the apartment Derek and I had, which I got in the divorce.” She said, liking the idea of going back to the City the more she spoke and thought about it. “Fresh start, gets us away from here, me away from Santa Monica.” She continued.

Callie only shrugged, “I’ll think about it.” She said, turning her attention to her food, thinking about what Addison had just proposed to her. It did sound tempting, very tempting.

The rest of the night was spent chatting, the idea of going to New York still fresh on their minds even as both fell asleep.

-Fin

Coffee and kisses.

2007-10-15T06:26:36Z

Title: Coffee and Kisses.
Rating: PG:13
Pairing/Character: Alex/Addison
Summery: Just cute Alex/Addison fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey’s Anatomy and have no affiliation with it. A girl can only dream.
Notes:

Wet and cold. That was becoming the typical day when living in Seattle, Washington. Rain, at times, could be rather refreshing but every single day? Depressing. It had been nearly a week of rain however; it didn’t dampen the spirit of Alex Karev, whom was just finishing his rounds at Seattle Grace. His mood had lightened a lot since getting involved with Addison Montgomery; everyone noticed that he was nicer.

Checking the clock, he saw that it was a quarter till seven and only smiled knowing that Addison was going to be in soon. Filling out the rest of his patient’s chart, he handed it to a nurse and headed down to the coffee cart that was located in the lobby.

Addison meanwhile was driving in the rain to the hospital, not needing to be in early, which was nice, she had a bit more time to get ready for the day, then again, walking out into the rain made her regret taking so long. She always managed to get wet, even with an umbrella so she drove to work slightly cold.

She parked her car and gathered her things before opening the door, sticking her umbrella out, opening it. She got out of the car and shut the door, hurrying inside, her heels clicking on the concrete as the rain beat down relatively hard, picking a wonderful time to come to work. Then again, it had only started raining harder.

She got inside and closed her umbrella, watching as droplets of water ran off the cloth. She shook it outside the door before heading inside the lobby, a smile instantly crossing her lips when she saw Alex waiting for her with two cups of coffee.

“So, is this going to become a regular thing?” She asked, curiously, walking up him, placing a soft kiss on his lips before taking one of the cups.

He could only smile at the sight of Addison smiling, “Maybe.” He replied, walking with her to the elevator. He pressed the button and when the doors opened walked in with her.

“Well, I like it.” She told him, taking a sip of the warm drink, feeling it warming her up, which was a good thing since she had just come from the cold, wet outside.

Alex could only smile, making eyes with her as they both sipped their coffees, waiting for the people in the elevator to clear out. Once they had, he stepped closer to her, “Coffee warm you up?” He asked, curiously, smirking.

“Almost.” Addison replied, looking at him, feeling so girly around him.

“I know something that might warm you all the way up.” He stated.

”What’s that?” She asked, walking off the elevator with him and to the attendings locker room. She walked over to her locker and set her cup down along with everything that was in her hands before turning to look at him.

Alex stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Addison, pulling her closer to him before pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss, it lasting for a good few minutes before he pulled away.

“Mm, that was good.” She whispered, catching her breath, “I think I warm enough now.” She said, giving a small giggle, placing another kiss on his lips, unable to get enough.

When this kiss broke, smiles on their faces, he pulled back, “I’ll let you change and meet you at the nurses station.” He stated, leaving the locker room, looking back at her just before the door shut.

Addison let out a happy squeal of excitement as she put her things away and changed into her blue scrubs, slipping her white coat on. She grabbed the cup of coffee Alex had gotten for her and left the room, loving how her morning was going so far but who could go wrong with coffee and kisses from the man you were in love with?

-Fin

Chapter Six, the end!

2007-10-15T05:04:44Z

Title: Fifteen
Rating: PG-13
Part: Six
Pairing/Character: Joanne Jefferson. [POV]
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: The last chapter because I want to write other things. I don’t want this fic on my shoulders anymore.

I decided from that moment on, I would just hide my sexuality and feelings for any girl. I knew it would never please my uptight mother but I needed to exist in the same house as her up until I moved out for college. I honestly didn’t want to walk on eggshells around her so it just seemed for the best.

Deep down, it hurt that I had to who I really was but avoiding the fights and looks make it all worth it. I had time just to focus on my studies, which was what I did. Besides, I had my dad’s support nothing else mattered, that would always matter.

For the next few years, I let my mother believe that my sexuality was just a phase, though I didn’t date anyone. I would never allow myself to date some boy. No. I would hide who I really was but not cross that line. When I got into Harvard, I let myself relax and ended up falling for my friend’s roommate. This was honestly the happiest I had ever been though I still wondered about Alyssa.

I had no idea that I would soon be meeting up with her once more. I was now out of school. My parents proud of me. If you need proof, the lavish apartment on the Upper West Side, the black BMW and bank account was proof. I had to attend a party thrown in my honor. I really didn’t want to go because it was just my mother’s excuse to get a bunch of people together I didn’t know.

Getting out of the car, I stood outside my parents home dressed in a black suit. I dreaded going inside and I was already late. Bummer. I forced myself to walk up to the door and walk inside, seeing a bunch of people walking around, chatting about their work and success.

“You’re late.” I heard a voice say and looked to see my mother right beside me. Of course, she had been stalking the door.

“Traffic.” Was my excuse as I moved over to greet my father before venturing over to get a glass of champagne, wishing for something stronger. For a good ten minutes, I thanked people as they congratulated me wishing to just be left alone. I snuck out on the balcony for some air, dwelling in my thoughts.

“Joanne?” Came a voice, one I didn’t recognize right away, breaking my silence. Oh how I wanted to crush them.

I turned to see a blue eyed blonde, beautiful, yet I didn’t don’t remember ever seeing her. “Yes?” I asked, curiously.

“It’s me, Alyssa.” She said, smiling a bit, walking towards me. I was sure the shock and surprise was showing on my face.
“Wow, it’s great to see you.” I said, giving her a small hug, remembering the last time I had seen her.

“You too.” She replied, “So, congratulations on graduating.” She told me.

“Thanks.” I stated, hating how it felt like we were suddenly strangers. “How have you been?” I asked, curiously, fiddling with the glass in my hand.

“Pretty good. I just got married.” She told me, “He’s inside somewhere.” She added.

“He?” I questioned, the shock apparent on my face. “That’s great.” I told her, realizing at that moment that her and I would never have a chance, one that had been stolen away from us by my mother.

She only nodded, “Yeah, I--” She was cut off by a voice asking for her, I could only guess that it was her husband. I really couldn’t’ see his face. “I’ll be right back.” She told me, walking inside the house, leaving me once more alone

I just watched her, not sure what to think at this moment. I turned to look out over the city unsure if I was hurt or happy for her. I finished off my champagne, feeling the wind blow, sending a chill over me, thinking about that day only fifteen years ago.

“Mind if I join you?” Came a woman’s voice. “You look like you could use some company.” She added. I looked over to see a beautiful brunette.

“Sure.” I replied, giving her a small smile, seeing she carrying two drinks in which she handed me one.

“I need out of there. I didn’t think serving drinks would be so dull.” She said, giving a low chuckle, smiling at me. “Oh, I’m Maureen.”

“Joanne, and it’s very nice to meet you.” I replied, finding the evening was looking up.

-Fin.

Fifteen! Part five!

2007-10-13T08:21:04Z

Title: Fifteen
Rating: PG-13
Part: Five
Pairing/Character: Joanne Jefferson. [POV]
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes: This might be confusing but I have marked where I move from first person to third person. It was confusing to try and write everything in first person and I’m not to great at it, sorry.

A week. That’s how long I managed to avoid my mother and the subject of my sexuality. I intended to avoid it as long as I could. I was always thankful that my father came to my rescue, never leaving me alone with her. I guess he was afraid that she was going to rip into me about it. It was plain obvious her stand on sexuality. I shouldn’t be anything but straight. I wasn’t going to change for her.

I got off the bus after school and down the block home, stopping with a groan when I saw my mother’s car out front. My steps suddenly felt heavy; I had been so lucky up until now to not be alone with her.

Quietly as possible, I snuck into the house and headed up to my room, trying not to make a sound but she somehow heard me because next thing I knew she was in my room.

“Did you really think you would get up here unnoticed?” She asked me.

I looked at her and only shrugged, sitting down, getting out my schoolbooks figuring I could do homework. I didn’t want to speak with her at all.

“I have homework to do.” I stated shifting my gaze up to her a bit.

She was staring at me, “We are going to talk about this whole lesbian phase.” She stated, her arms folding across her chest.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I told her, “And it’s not a phase. I’ve known for awhile, mother.” I added, attempting to focus on my schoolwork.

“It’s a phase because I say so. You’ll get over it, right now.” She told her.

I looked up at her, hurt yet not surprised, “No. I won’t. Why can’t you just accept that I’m different? That I like girls and always will.” I stated, “Get out of my room!” She I practically yelled at her, not wanting to have there anymore.

“No, this discussion is not over.” She snapped, coming more into the room, her gaze focused on me, it really beginning to bother me. I never saw her look at me like that. This must have really disappointed her.

“Yes, it is because you’ll never accept it like dad. You’ll want me to change and I don’t want too!” I yelled, glancing at the clock, wishing dad would get home, now.

“I will not allow my daughter to be a lesbian…”

I cut her off, “I don’t care! I am who I am!” I could feel tears building in my eyes. “Get out of my room.” I said, getting up and going over to close the door, locking her out.

I slide down the door soon, pulling my legs in close to my chest, wishing my dad would come home and stop her from yelling.

“This isn’t over Joanne. Get over this phase, NOW! I don’t approve of it at all so get over it!” I heard her say through the door.

“Go away, mother.” I yelled back, refusing to let her continue this conversation. I heard footsteps and knew she was walking downstairs, which I was completely thankful for. I moved back up on my bed and layed down, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe her and yet, I knew she was going to hold this against me.

I was a fifteen-year-old lesbian that wasn’t accepted by my own mother.

-Fin.

[[I honestly have NO idea where I’m going with this but I am not going to bring any of the gang in and the next update will take a while.

My First Grey's Anatomy fanfic.

2007-10-12T08:35:26Z

Damn, this is probably the most crappy piece I've ever written but this is new territory for me. I'm so used to writing RENT. I'm sure as time goes by and the more I write for Grey's, I'll get used to it but I need opinions. Read, please tell me what you think.

Title: A Reason.
Rating: PG: 13
Pairing/Character: Alex Karev/Addison Montgomery
Summery: Addison needs a reason to stay in Seattle and hopes that Alex will give her one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey’s Anatomy and have no affiliation with it. A girl can only dream.
Notes: My first Grey’s Anatomy fanfic. This takes place the last episode of Season Three. The first bit is taken straight from the show BUT it will change. I don’t know how long I’m making this so enjoy and comment.

Addison sat quiet, waiting for the ceremony to start, pondering which side she was supposed to sit on. The brides or the grooms? She knew them both. Her gaze shifted over to Alex as he sat down, “I always found it confusing, if you know both the bride and the groom whose side do you sit on?” She questioned, looking forward once more.

“I just look for the hottest chick in the room and sit next to her.” Alex replied, smirking, looking Addison over really quick.

“Stop.” She mumbled.

“Wanna ditch the reception and grab a drink instead?” He asked, curiously.

“Stop it! You don’t want me.” Addison stated, sighing a bit.

”Maybe I do.” Alex said, his gaze forward.

“No, no you don’t. You want Ava.” Addison said, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth.

”She’s not Ava anymore. She’s Rebecca now and I barely know her.” He pointed out.

Addison turned her gaze to him, “Look at me. Look at me!” She said, finally getting him to look over, “You suck. To me, you suck. I kind of… hate you, but Alex, we do no get unlimited chances to have the things we want. And this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life and no matter what her name is, she’ll always be Ava to you.” She told him, turning her attention forward.

Alex didn’t move from Addison’s side. In truth, he did want Addison but she seemed determined to say that he wanted Rebecca. He only sighed, getting up and leaving the room, heading back to the hospital. He checked Rebecca’s room just to see if perhaps she was there. She wasn’t. He looked around the nurse’s station, stuck on what to do. Heading into an on-call room, he slipped his coat and tie off, laying down on one of the beds, figuring he could think things out, more like, make a decision on who he really wanted. Rebecca or Addison.

Addison let her gaze drop, deep down wishing that Alex did want her. She saw a figure move past her and looked up, watching as Burke walked down the isle. She got a puzzled look on her face, as did everyone in the room and it wasn’t long before Meredith walked down the isle, coming to stand at the alter.

“It’s over… you can all go home. It’s over… it’s so over.” She announced, walking back the way she had come, leaving just about everyone confused and puzzled as to what just happened.
Getting up with everyone else, Addison vacated the church, deciding just to head back to the hospital. She had nothing else to do only some big decisions to make, planning on leaving Seattle to go to Santa Monica since there seemed to be no reason to stay. She made her way into the attendings locker room and changed into her scrubs before going in search of something to do, figuring she could help out in Bailey’s clinic.

By the time she had checked on her patients, she felt the need to just have a good cry. The on call rooms just seemed to be a good place to be alone, hardly any of the interns were around so she figured one would be open. Putting up her charts, she headed towards one, seeing Alex in there.

“Oh, sorry.” She said, her voice shaking, having a hard time keeping herself together.

Alex sat up and looked at Addison, “It’s okay.” He said, glancing at his watch, not realizing how long he had been there. “How did the wedding go?” He asked, curiously, not noticing right away that something was wrong.

“Not so well. I’m not exactly sure what happened but no one got married.” Addison told him, unable to keep her eyes off of him.

“That’s too bad.” He said, getting up, moving towards her, finally seeing that glassy look in her eyes. “You okay?” He questioned, no one ever seeing his caring side but it was there.

Addison shrugged, “I don’t know.” She mumbled, moving to sit down on the bed he had just been laying on.

“You… want to talk about it?” He questioned, shutting and locking the door before moving to sit down beside her.

“I, um—“ She paused, “I’m sure you have better things to do.” She stated, feeling a few tears slide down her cheeks.

Alex turned Addison’s face to look at him, wiping her tears, “No where to be. What’s wrong?” He asked, seeing she was really hurting and instantly wanting to help, wanting to make her feel better. He knew now whom he wanted to be with, just by looking into Addison’s eyes. The answer was there.

Addison took a deep breath, “I have no reason to stay here. I didn’t get Chief of Surgery. I have no reason to stay here, Alex. Yet, I wish I did.” She told him, moving her gaze to look away. Thought, she wanted change, she didn’t want to abandon what she had at Seattle Grace.

“Addison…” Alex paused, turning her face back to his, cupping her cheek, “I want you. I’ll give you a reason to stay.” He said, softly, staring at her.

“But…” She was cut off by the feel of his lips against her own, melting at the kiss. When it ended, she could only look at him almost forgetting what she was about to say. “But… what about Ava?” She whispered, moving closer to him.

”She’s married besides, I couldn’t give her a reason to stay but I can give you one.” He stated, wrapping his arms around Addison. “Please, stay. Stay with me.” He added.

Addison only nodded, laying her head on his shoulder, allowing herself to relax against Alex, happy at the fact that she had a reason now to get up, to exist.

-Fin