Songfic Challenge by chesamus
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ds_flashfictionAlmost submitted this to the Genderfuck Challenge, but I kept tweaking it and the deadline swooped by... 1081 words with apologies to the brilliant song by Ray Davies and the rest of the Kinks. No AU warning since that’s pretty much a given...
Lola
by chesamus
The divorce was final. Yeah, the final decree had been out for ages, but it was filling out the IRS paperwork as a single that finally convinced me I was a free agent. So now I was free to - what? Order pineapple on the whole pizza? Nah, did that anyway. The Stella didn’t eat pizza no matter what I put on it. Get drunk without her bitching about the hangover the next day? Nope, I would suffer more for that one. Go dancing, maybe. Now, that was a thought. A good one. And I knew just the kind of club I was looking for.
The club down the block brought back memories of my favorite undercover gigs - the kind Stella made me give up when she made ASA, the kind I wouldn’t be able to set foot in when I became Vecchio on Monday. The music was loud, the clothes were louder, and nobody spent too much time looking into the shadows that surrounded the dance floor. And no one cared if you danced with a woman or a man, or any combination of the two. I wanted to dance ‘til I dropped.
I’d been dancing solo, just throwing myself around the dance floor when this voice floated from behind me.
“I hate to see a beautiful man dance alone. May I join you?”
Great line, I thought, and somewhere in the back of my brain I tucked it away to use later. I turned around and had to look up just a bit at two pretty amazing blue eyes surrounded by red hair. I was a sucker for redheads and tall women. I gave her my best grin and held out my hand. She smiled real slow, and if the dimple was cute, the crooked bit of tooth made me wonder what it would feel like against my tongue. She grabbed my hand and led me out on the floor.
I’m not bragging when I say I’m a great dancer. I have a lot of stamina, and absolutely no inhibitions when there’s music on. Dancing lets me burn out everything inside until all I can feel is the sound pushing its way through me. Stella never got that, never felt that. This lady did. She wasn’t great. Hell, she wasn’t good, but she was feeling it, and she didn’t seem to care what she looked like cuz she was just riding the sound with me. I never danced with no one like that before.
The Band quit at 1:00, and except for a couple breaks to drink whatever they were serving, I’d been dancing with my redhead since she picked me up. She didn’t talk much. Hours dancing with this lady and we hadn’t said more than a dozen words to each other. Probably a good thing, because that voice made my bones rattle. I mean, there’s a reason I watch Kathleen Turner movies, and it’s not just because Michael Douglas is, well, used to be... Where was I?
Anyway, I was wondering if it actually was a pickup, and which one of us was going to do the actual picking and I asked her if she was hungry.
We walked to my favorite all-night diner. I loved this place, even if it was kinda old-fashioned and didn’t have 18 different kinda of coffee on the menu. She ordered tea and a club sandwich, I got some coffee and a large order of fries, and we spent the next couple of hours drinking refills and talking about Stella and some loser she worked with who left her high and dry. We finally introduced ourselves. She didn’t look like a Roberta to me.
I’d talked myself hoarse, and her voice was getting into Brenda Vaccaro territory when she asked me if my apartment was close by. She gave me that smile again, and if I’d been a woman, I’d have creamed my jeans right there.
I’d never had a woman make that kind of move on me before. Of course, Stella was pretty much the only girl I’d ever dated so my experience was pretty limited, you know?
We walked back to my place, still not saying much. It was nice walking with someone who didn’t have a problem keeping up with me, even in heels, and at that speed it didn’t take long to get home. She didn’t complain about the steps, either.
I was kinda nervous. Here I was, in my thirties, and I realized I’d never kissed anyone other than Stella. I didn’t have any moves, although I got the impression she didn’t really care if I had moves or not. We weren’t more than a couple steps past my door when she surrounded me and had her tongue down my throat. God, it was, it was a surprise, that’s what it was. For one thing, she was strong, and she was taller than me, and she was going after me like I was some kind of prize she was claiming.
I wondered if I’d been missing something all that time with Stella. I wondered if it was just her, or the dancing, or the french fries, or because it was 3:00 in the morning and I wasn’t thinking straight, or whether it was just hormones that had me going crazy. And when I took the time to think about it, I realized that something else was--
“Waaaahh!!” I pushed him away and bolted to the bathroom, freaking out like some nervous virgin. I couldn’t get the door open.
“Ray.” I kept pulling at the door.
“Ray.” What the fuck was wrong with the damn door?!
“Ray - the door pushes open.” I figured that out myself, about the time I fell into the bathroom. I laid there a couple minutes, wondering how I was going to get out of this mess. And I kinda had to wonder if it really was a mess. I got up on my knees. I looked at him, and he at me. And 35 years of living one way was tossed out the window, along with one of his shoes and my shirt.
And during the day I play at being Vecchio, and he plays at being a mountie, and at night we live just the way we want to. Nobody I know would understand, but hey, his kink doesn’t do anything but make us both happy. It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Roberta.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/k/kinks/79021.html
Lola
by chesamus
The divorce was final. Yeah, the final decree had been out for ages, but it was filling out the IRS paperwork as a single that finally convinced me I was a free agent. So now I was free to - what? Order pineapple on the whole pizza? Nah, did that anyway. The Stella didn’t eat pizza no matter what I put on it. Get drunk without her bitching about the hangover the next day? Nope, I would suffer more for that one. Go dancing, maybe. Now, that was a thought. A good one. And I knew just the kind of club I was looking for.
The club down the block brought back memories of my favorite undercover gigs - the kind Stella made me give up when she made ASA, the kind I wouldn’t be able to set foot in when I became Vecchio on Monday. The music was loud, the clothes were louder, and nobody spent too much time looking into the shadows that surrounded the dance floor. And no one cared if you danced with a woman or a man, or any combination of the two. I wanted to dance ‘til I dropped.
I’d been dancing solo, just throwing myself around the dance floor when this voice floated from behind me.
“I hate to see a beautiful man dance alone. May I join you?”
Great line, I thought, and somewhere in the back of my brain I tucked it away to use later. I turned around and had to look up just a bit at two pretty amazing blue eyes surrounded by red hair. I was a sucker for redheads and tall women. I gave her my best grin and held out my hand. She smiled real slow, and if the dimple was cute, the crooked bit of tooth made me wonder what it would feel like against my tongue. She grabbed my hand and led me out on the floor.
I’m not bragging when I say I’m a great dancer. I have a lot of stamina, and absolutely no inhibitions when there’s music on. Dancing lets me burn out everything inside until all I can feel is the sound pushing its way through me. Stella never got that, never felt that. This lady did. She wasn’t great. Hell, she wasn’t good, but she was feeling it, and she didn’t seem to care what she looked like cuz she was just riding the sound with me. I never danced with no one like that before.
The Band quit at 1:00, and except for a couple breaks to drink whatever they were serving, I’d been dancing with my redhead since she picked me up. She didn’t talk much. Hours dancing with this lady and we hadn’t said more than a dozen words to each other. Probably a good thing, because that voice made my bones rattle. I mean, there’s a reason I watch Kathleen Turner movies, and it’s not just because Michael Douglas is, well, used to be... Where was I?
Anyway, I was wondering if it actually was a pickup, and which one of us was going to do the actual picking and I asked her if she was hungry.
We walked to my favorite all-night diner. I loved this place, even if it was kinda old-fashioned and didn’t have 18 different kinda of coffee on the menu. She ordered tea and a club sandwich, I got some coffee and a large order of fries, and we spent the next couple of hours drinking refills and talking about Stella and some loser she worked with who left her high and dry. We finally introduced ourselves. She didn’t look like a Roberta to me.
I’d talked myself hoarse, and her voice was getting into Brenda Vaccaro territory when she asked me if my apartment was close by. She gave me that smile again, and if I’d been a woman, I’d have creamed my jeans right there.
I’d never had a woman make that kind of move on me before. Of course, Stella was pretty much the only girl I’d ever dated so my experience was pretty limited, you know?
We walked back to my place, still not saying much. It was nice walking with someone who didn’t have a problem keeping up with me, even in heels, and at that speed it didn’t take long to get home. She didn’t complain about the steps, either.
I was kinda nervous. Here I was, in my thirties, and I realized I’d never kissed anyone other than Stella. I didn’t have any moves, although I got the impression she didn’t really care if I had moves or not. We weren’t more than a couple steps past my door when she surrounded me and had her tongue down my throat. God, it was, it was a surprise, that’s what it was. For one thing, she was strong, and she was taller than me, and she was going after me like I was some kind of prize she was claiming.
I wondered if I’d been missing something all that time with Stella. I wondered if it was just her, or the dancing, or the french fries, or because it was 3:00 in the morning and I wasn’t thinking straight, or whether it was just hormones that had me going crazy. And when I took the time to think about it, I realized that something else was--
“Waaaahh!!” I pushed him away and bolted to the bathroom, freaking out like some nervous virgin. I couldn’t get the door open.
“Ray.” I kept pulling at the door.
“Ray.” What the fuck was wrong with the damn door?!
“Ray - the door pushes open.” I figured that out myself, about the time I fell into the bathroom. I laid there a couple minutes, wondering how I was going to get out of this mess. And I kinda had to wonder if it really was a mess. I got up on my knees. I looked at him, and he at me. And 35 years of living one way was tossed out the window, along with one of his shoes and my shirt.
And during the day I play at being Vecchio, and he plays at being a mountie, and at night we live just the way we want to. Nobody I know would understand, but hey, his kink doesn’t do anything but make us both happy. It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Roberta.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/k/kinks/79021.html
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Date: 2005-08-21 05:02 pm (UTC)It's Ray though, Ray Davies! Like ... Ray! XD
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Date: 2005-08-21 09:22 pm (UTC)- I looked at him, and he at me. And 35 years of living one way was tossed out the window, along with one of his shoes and my shirt.-
I love this part, because I really think Ray would make up his mind that fast.
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Date: 2005-08-22 06:45 pm (UTC)There's a story in that somewhere, isn't it? Damn...
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Date: 2005-08-23 06:19 am (UTC)I was grinning the whole way through.
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Date: 2005-08-27 10:32 pm (UTC)Cute:
Bolting Ray with his don't working sense of orientation can't get his own bathroom door open.
Strange:
Roberta?? Maybe (but only maybe) better as Benita...
Emollient:
The talking in the cafe about the folks who dumped them.
Exhausting:
Dancing which is lasting for hours
Very very happy:
They can keep each other as more than just police partners. They are now a couple. ^^
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Date: 2005-08-28 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 10:03 am (UTC)Fraser Jr. is strange enough, like the "Stranger in a strange Land". Its Bobs own failure that his Boy searches for love even in unconventional Ways and Places. (Not that I mind it at al that Ben dresses like he wishs to)
And the grandchildren... He was a disastrous father. I don't think he would do any good to more Fraser offspring. Well, if Ray and Frase adopt a child Ray can take care that the Ghost wouldn't make trouble. Even if he has to make a half meter high line of salt around their home to keep Fraser Sr. out.
*eg*