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asexual_fandom + #femslash february
prompt: Phase #5: Challenge #3: List o' Doom: Δ (19: emotion: jealousy) + Asexy Valentine's Day
word count: 611
rating: PG13
summary: Mariel said something stupid and mean to Aya, and has to make it up to her somehow. There is kissing.
notes: this is your friendly reminder that the multiverse is a big place and Mariel and Aya have zero to do with their canon counterparts; what is it they say in TSUBASA? "people you know have grown up in different conditions in different worlds" or w/e? that.
anyway, if we're going to use modern terminology (lol what is historical accuracy???), Mariel is a heteroromantic asexual in a relationship with Aya, a lesbian. it's complicated, but they make it work.
Aya sat on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed. Her nightgown slipped down her shoulder, but she made no move to fix it. Mariel reached across from her perch on Aya's vanity chair to fix it and Aya smiled.
"Such a gentleman," she giggled, as though she had not planned this. "Usually girls help me out of my night things."
"Excuse you," snapped Mariel. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair.
"Oh, sheik. Don't be so jealous."
Mariel shrugged, but didn't uncross her arms. Aya leaned forward and her nightgown slipped again. Mariel looked away, studiously examining the soft floral wallpaper. Aya ghosted a touch over Mariel's hands.
"How many other girls?" asked Mariel, still avoiding Aya's gaze.
"None, sheik! What kind of hussy do you take me for?" It was Aya's turn to cross her arms and move away.
"That's not what I -" Mariel began.
"You're my only girl."
"How many before me?" asked Mariel, heat rising to her cheeks. She fought to keep her voice down.
"Does it matter?" demanded Aya. "Is that really something important? Who I've been with before?"
"Yes," said Mariel, immediately, but she knew as soon as the sound escaped her mouth that it was the wrong answer. "No. Miss Scarlett, I'm sorry. No."
She hid her face in her hands, face burning with shame. Aya leaned forward and reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder, but Mariel refused to look up.
"Mariel," she said, voice careful and measured, "really. You don't have to be jealous. I won't stray. I'm not that kind of girl," she added, with a touch of haughtiness.
"I know," said Mariel. Her words were muffled by her hands, still hiding her face.
"I know you won't, either," continued Aya, taking Mariel's left hand in her own. She twisted Mariel's wedding ring around on her finger.
"No," agreed Mariel, "you won't have to fret over that, as you're quite aware."
"Is that what this is about?" asked Aya.
Mariel turned away again.
"Mariel, my sheik." Aya placed her hand on her lover's cheek and turned her head, gently, so they were facing each other eye-to-eye. "I would very much like to get into your pants, which is a new thing for me." Mariel choked back a laugh, and Aya smiled. "But if you're not interested."
"It's not," Mariel stammered and shook her head. "I never." She drew a sharp breath. "We never."
Aya's mouth was a perfect O of surprise. She blinked.
"Truly?"
"No, Miss Scarlett," Mariel said, exaggerating her Boston drawl. "Yes, really."
"So it's nothing personal?"
"Never in life, my dear." Mariel turned a shade of red to rival Aya's favorite dress, and it clashed perfectly with her auburn hair.
Aya smiled. "Then kiss me." She leaned forward in her bed, so close that Mariel could smell her honey shampoo.
Mariel kissed her, tentatively, haltingly. This, at least, was not entirely new to her, though Aya's lips were surprisingly soft and tasted worryingly of cherry lip balm. Aya, having a better idea of what she was doing, pushed Mariel's hair aside and pulled her in closer. Mariel nearly tumbled from her perch, but Aya tugged her into the soft daybed without breaking their kiss.
"Believe me now?" asked Mariel. She lay on the downy blankets of Aya's bed, with Aya herself half on top of her.
"You're not very good at this, are you?" asked Aya, laughing and trying to smooth out the disreputable state of Mariel's hair. "Yes, Mariel, I believe you." She kissed Mariel again, this time chastely on her cheek.
verse: Cactus Flower (Jazz Remix)
community:
writerverse + asexual_fandom + #femslash februaryprompt: Phase #5: Challenge #3: List o' Doom: Δ (19: emotion: jealousy) + Asexy Valentine's Day
word count: 611
rating: PG13
summary: Mariel said something stupid and mean to Aya, and has to make it up to her somehow. There is kissing.
notes: this is your friendly reminder that the multiverse is a big place and Mariel and Aya have zero to do with their canon counterparts; what is it they say in TSUBASA? "people you know have grown up in different conditions in different worlds" or w/e? that.
anyway, if we're going to use modern terminology (lol what is historical accuracy???), Mariel is a heteroromantic asexual in a relationship with Aya, a lesbian. it's complicated, but they make it work.
Aya sat on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed. Her nightgown slipped down her shoulder, but she made no move to fix it. Mariel reached across from her perch on Aya's vanity chair to fix it and Aya smiled.
"Such a gentleman," she giggled, as though she had not planned this. "Usually girls help me out of my night things."
"Excuse you," snapped Mariel. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair.
"Oh, sheik. Don't be so jealous."
Mariel shrugged, but didn't uncross her arms. Aya leaned forward and her nightgown slipped again. Mariel looked away, studiously examining the soft floral wallpaper. Aya ghosted a touch over Mariel's hands.
"How many other girls?" asked Mariel, still avoiding Aya's gaze.
"None, sheik! What kind of hussy do you take me for?" It was Aya's turn to cross her arms and move away.
"That's not what I -" Mariel began.
"You're my only girl."
"How many before me?" asked Mariel, heat rising to her cheeks. She fought to keep her voice down.
"Does it matter?" demanded Aya. "Is that really something important? Who I've been with before?"
"Yes," said Mariel, immediately, but she knew as soon as the sound escaped her mouth that it was the wrong answer. "No. Miss Scarlett, I'm sorry. No."
She hid her face in her hands, face burning with shame. Aya leaned forward and reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder, but Mariel refused to look up.
"Mariel," she said, voice careful and measured, "really. You don't have to be jealous. I won't stray. I'm not that kind of girl," she added, with a touch of haughtiness.
"I know," said Mariel. Her words were muffled by her hands, still hiding her face.
"I know you won't, either," continued Aya, taking Mariel's left hand in her own. She twisted Mariel's wedding ring around on her finger.
"No," agreed Mariel, "you won't have to fret over that, as you're quite aware."
"Is that what this is about?" asked Aya.
Mariel turned away again.
"Mariel, my sheik." Aya placed her hand on her lover's cheek and turned her head, gently, so they were facing each other eye-to-eye. "I would very much like to get into your pants, which is a new thing for me." Mariel choked back a laugh, and Aya smiled. "But if you're not interested."
"It's not," Mariel stammered and shook her head. "I never." She drew a sharp breath. "We never."
Aya's mouth was a perfect O of surprise. She blinked.
"Truly?"
"No, Miss Scarlett," Mariel said, exaggerating her Boston drawl. "Yes, really."
"So it's nothing personal?"
"Never in life, my dear." Mariel turned a shade of red to rival Aya's favorite dress, and it clashed perfectly with her auburn hair.
Aya smiled. "Then kiss me." She leaned forward in her bed, so close that Mariel could smell her honey shampoo.
Mariel kissed her, tentatively, haltingly. This, at least, was not entirely new to her, though Aya's lips were surprisingly soft and tasted worryingly of cherry lip balm. Aya, having a better idea of what she was doing, pushed Mariel's hair aside and pulled her in closer. Mariel nearly tumbled from her perch, but Aya tugged her into the soft daybed without breaking their kiss.
"Believe me now?" asked Mariel. She lay on the downy blankets of Aya's bed, with Aya herself half on top of her.
"You're not very good at this, are you?" asked Aya, laughing and trying to smooth out the disreputable state of Mariel's hair. "Yes, Mariel, I believe you." She kissed Mariel again, this time chastely on her cheek.
Thoughts
Date: 2013-02-09 01:44 am (UTC)