Cinderellas
Cinderellas
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Cinderellas (NC-17)
Disclaimers: I don’t own these characters and am just
writing this for fun and giggles. I
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… more femmeslash!
this on her site and *glomps * to her and US and Scrib and everyone on the
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I don’t
know what it is with her and yellow, but I’m starting to not even notice it
much anymore. At first, it bugged me
that she always dressed la baa banana with that yellow overcoat or her yellow
pants or that godawful yellow t-shirt. Now,
I barely notice unless someone draws attention to it. Kind of like she did herself.
“I don’t care what color, Jubes…”
She frowned
at me and stuck out her tongue. “Well,
I kind of want to look nice for you…”
I glanced
around the dress shop and am ashamed to say I sighed in relief when I saw no
one heard her. “I don’t even know if I
want to go…”
“Well, I
do. I haven’t been to a prom before and
I won’t have a chance to go again, so damn it, I’m going.”
afraid she tore it. It was a really
pretty dress, too…light yellow instead of that warning sign color she liked
usually. “I’ll just go with Bobby!”
It had been
a while since we became official and to be honest, I was still scared.
but most of me just wanted to be with Jubilee.
A year ago, even six months ago, I never would’ve believed someone if
they told me I’d have a girlfriend—not a girl who is a friend but a GIRLFRIEND,
and one of my best friends at that. It
started well enough. Yeah, I was kind
of a git about things but we figured it out and were doing pretty good until
this whole prom thing came up. No one
at school knew we were together, just the people at home, and even then I think
Evan was in denial cause he kept kitting on us both. Poor Jamie had to restructure his whole pester schedule to
exclude us after that meeting in the study where we came out…
She seemed to think it would be cute for two girls to go, act like we
had no dates and dance together like girls do.
But I knew better. I knew she
didn’t want to just goof around and do the hokey pokey.
want to hold hands and be affectionate because that what she does.
and spilling onto everything around her.
It’s hard for me to say I’m not ashamed or embarrassed but that’s the only
words people want to use. I’m not
scared…I care about her more than I have anyone else I’ve been out with and
lots more besides. I just don’t want to
deal with idiots, to sound like Rogue here.
I cringed when the saleslady came up to me. “You find what you were looking for, dear?”
“Um,
no. I’m just waitin’ for me
friend.” Funny.
I hear myself talk…
“Ooooooh…are
you Irish?”
“No…”
“You sound
Irish.”
“I sound
Scottish.” I did snap a little.
can’t tell one from the other.
“Glaswegian actually.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll go
wait for my friend over there,” I sighed, wandering to the dressing room.
and pirouetted for me. I whistled.
“I think it
makes me look flat,” she complained.
“I think it
makes you look wonderful.” I wasn’t
lying. It made her skin look golden and
glowy and she didn’t look flat at all, catch my drift.
“Why, Rahne
Sinclair, are you comin’ on to me?” she drawled in the worst Southern accent
ever.
“Not here.”
“Spoilsport.
I was
already in the booth with her before it occurred to me to point out that if she
was able to zip it up on her own, she should be able to unzip it.
her, kissing me before I could stop her.
Not that I really wanted to. She
tasted a little bit like bubble gum but mostly like peaches as she kissed me,
her tongue touching my lip and making me jump in surprise.
“Girls go
into changing rooms together all the time,” she coaxed.
I wanted to
argue but it’s damned hard when she kisses my neck like she did then.
would do anything she asked so long as she didn’t stop doing that.
against me and I felt like I was melting into my belly.
parted my lips for her. I heard us both
sigh and I was afraid the saleslady heard me when I leaned back against the
door, making it bump. No one came knocking as Jubilee slid her hand under my
top and rubbed my nipple with her fingers.
As much as I wanted to do more, I knew this was a really bad idea. “Jubes,
stop…”
“Why?”
lips, my eyelids…I felt like she was leaving little fires burning everywhere
she touched.
“People…”
“Rahne,”
she started but that damned saleslady knocked.
“You two
okay in there?”
“Peachy,”
Jubilee said back, a little too loud against my ear.
“I found a
lovely green dress for your friend…ah…she is in there with you, isn’t she?”
“Aye…”
kissed. “She had zipper issues.”
The woman
looked momentarily worried for her stock but apparently Jubilee didn’t look
like the sort to rip the dress off in a fit of…anything, really…so she started
talking to me again. “This shade of
green would look just lovely on you…”
“Um, I’m
not going to a dance.”
“Oh, I thought
you were shopping for a prom dress, too.”
“She is,”
Jubilee insisted, pushing me towards the lady.
“No, I’m
not!”
“Yes, you
are!”
“Jubilee,
I’m not going to the damned dance!”
The lady
had the good grace to back off.
“Fine.” Jubilee looked furious.
I thought she was going to sparkle me then and there. “I’ll see you at home.”
“Jubes…”
“I gotta
find shoes and see about jewelry. I
don’t want to subject you.”
Somehow, I
knew I was going to be in for it that night.