Fic: Mama Mia! 1/1 Golden Girls
Title: Mama Mia! Author: Lopaka Tanu Prompt: 17 Psychological trauma Claim: General Golden Girls Rating: Mature Adults Genre: Humor Summary: Dorothy is traumatized. Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls. _________________________________________
There was the most god awful sound coming from the bedrooms. At first, Dorothy thought it was the neighbor's cat caught in the window again. As she got closer, she realized there were actual words in the yowling. Heading towards Blanche's bedroom, Dorothy intended to tell her to keep it down. It wouldn't be the first time the slut had been vocal. Her door usually kept the sounds, to a minimum.
Dorothy was surprised, Blanche usually kept her sexual proclivities to the night, where they belonged. If she intended to seduce a man during the day, Blanche was kind enough to rent a motel room. It seemed that kindness took a back seat to her animal lust today.
Knocking on Blanche's door, she was surprised when she was ignored. "Listen, Blanche, I know you are in there, I can hear you breathing. For that matter, so can half the neighborhood!" The other half being deaf and without their hearing aids on.
The yowling stopped.
"Thank you." Feeling vindicated, Dorothy started to walk back to the living room when Sophia's door opened up. Much to her surprise it wasn't her mother who opened the door.
"What is going on out here? Can't two people have a good time without all this noise?" The little old lady, dressed in her mother's bathrobe, was definitely not her mother.
"I'm sorry, I told Blanche to keep it down." Holding out her hand, Dorothy smiled at her. "Who might you be?"
"Taken. Now go away!" Slamming the door, the old lady went back in to Sophia's room.
Glaring at the door, Dorothy made a mental note to have a conversation with her mother later. She was about to go back in to the living room when the sound started back up. She could tell it wasn't coming from Blanche's room this time because it increased in decibels. Moving to her mother's door, Dorothy pressed an ear to it. Then she jumped back in shock as the sounds grew.
In fear of her mother's safety, Dorothy tried the handle. It was locked. "Ma, are you all right?" When she got no response, Dorothy stood back and kicked the flimsy door in.
Two shrieks escaped from the little old ladies on the bed as they scrambled to cover up.
An even higher pitched one ended with a sharp cry as Dorothy collapsed on the floor.
Sitting up in bed, Sophia glared at her daughter. "Great timing as always, pussycat." Glancing over at her shocked bedmate, Sophia shrugged. "She did the same thing when her father and I were intimate." Laying back, Sophia smiled at the other woman. "Now, where were we?"
"Sophia! Don't you think the mood's been ruined?"
"Oh, please, just throw a blanket over her, she'll never know the difference. Besides, this way it's more thrilling."