dropsofviolet (dropsofviolet) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-01-29 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 eight characters challenge, author: dropsofviolet, fandom: world of disney, pairing: megara/mulan |
Remember Your Lips, The Way You Breathe (Disney: Megara/Mulan)
Title: Remember Your Lips, The Way You Breathe
Author/Artist: dropsofviolet
Fandom: Mulan/Hercules
Pairing/characters: Megara/Mulan
Rating: G
Warnings: college students AU (Disney Hall); girlkissing; handwaved medical knowledge
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Mulan has amnesia -- does Megara try to help, or take shameless advantage of the situation?
Excerpt: The second thing she noticed, feeling sort of bad about it, was that the girl was sort of hot, but that wasn't really important. The important thing was that she was, well, lying in the middle of the sidewalk.
The first thing Megara noticed about the Chinese person lying in the middle of the sidewalk was that he didn't look well. Actually, on second thought, that she didn't look well, as she noticed the rise and fall of the person's chest.
The second thing she noticed, feeling sort of bad about it, was that the girl was sort of hot, but that wasn't really important. The important thing was that she was, well, lying in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Hey! Hey, are you all right?" she said, hurrying over to the girl. She glanced around, but no one else was walking this sidewalk this late at night. She wasn't, normally, but her class had run late, and she was sort of hoping no one would try to rape her on the too-long walk back to the dorms. There was no one.
The girl groaned and her eyelids fluttered. Megara knelt down beside her, her hands hovering over the girl's body. She had no real medical training. She hoped that the girl wasn't too hurt.
The Chinese girl made another soft sound in the back of her throat and then shifted a little, trying to sit up. The effort apparently brought her pain and she said something in Chinese, sort and sharp. Megara put her hand on the girl's back to steady her, and the girl opened her eyes and looked.
"Um, I'm Megara," Megara said, unsure, and she was surprised when the Chinese girl smiled.
"You're pretty," she said, and then her eyes fluttered shut again, and she slumped back against Megara.
Megara looked around again for help, and when she didn't see any, she hoisted the Chinese girl to her feet, and then carefully into a fireman's carry. She was glad she'd already learned how to do that in her basic first-aid class.
Of course, she'd also been taught never to move someone in case of internal injury, but Megara knew to trust her instincts.
The girl weighed next to nothing, her dark hair a brush on Megara's cheek as Megara carried her to her room.
*
She had no roommate this year; privileges of being a graduate student. Carefully she managed to unlock the door and put the Chinese girl down gently onto her bed. Then she loosened the girl's belt and unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt. She considered unfastening her bra, but that would probably be too much. She wasn't actually a doctor, after all.
She watched the Chinese girl breathe and thinks about calling campus security, since she was back in her room, where she'd left her cellphone to charge. For some reason, she didn't call. She just waited.
But she was picking up the phone to dial, trying to think of a way to explain, "I found a hurt person on the path and took her to my dorm room," when the girl's eyes opened again.
"Where am I?" she asked, staring at the ceiling and not moving.
"Who are you?" Megara blurted out, and then said guiltily, "In my dorm room."
"Oh," the girl said dreamily. "I'm Mulan. I think. I am feeling a little woozy."
"What happened to you?" Megara said, setting her phone on her desk and crouching near the bed.
"I think I fell," Mulan replied, wincing. "Did you see..."
She sighed. Megara lifted an eyebrow and waited.
"Did you see a little red lizard anywhere? I think this is his fault, somehow."
"Your pet?" Megara asked, bewildered, and Mulan laughed, tilting her head to look at Megara (and was it her imagination, or was the girl checking her out too?).
"I guess you can call him that. He's a pain in the butt, is what he is. He got out earlier," she said, "and I was chasing him..."
"Do you want to call somebody?" Megara asked, her eyes trailing down Mulan's prone form with not exactly pristine thoughts. She wasn't... she couldn't...
"Can I just lay here a second? It's nice and quiet here," Mulan replied, smiling a little. "I don't get a lot of quiet at home."
"Oh, you don't go to school here?" Megara asked, half-wondering why she was making small talk if this girl was injured. She seemed to be recovering, however, rubbing her forehead and moving in a way that suggested she might be sitting up soon.
"No, I do, I just live near the school," Mulan said, and she did sit up, noticing as she did so that the loosened buttons of her shirt. She looked at Megara and cocked an eyebrow.
"I don't pass very well, do I?" she said.
"I thought you were hurt," Megara hastened to explain, but the way Mulan tilted her head...
"I don't bind unless I go to clubs," she said, fiddling with another button, one that threatened to show a lot more cleavage. Megara's eyes followed her movement.
"Ah," Meg said in a high, cracking voice, hating herself for losing her usual cool. She had always been able to flirt with boys; they were putty in her hands. Women, on the other hand, were intimidating to her, especially the butch ones. There was something very thrilling and frightening about it. She didn't have any female friends, couldn't. Straight women bored her or hated her. She hung around with a lot of guys, but that didn't work either. She was a little too pretty for that.
Thoughtfully Mulan unbuttoned the button, letting her shirt hang open a little more. Meg's toes contracted just a little when she realized that the other wasn't wearing a bra.
"Thanks for taking care of me," Mulan said, leaning forward a little. Megara gulps and then she reached out and kissed the other girl, very gently.
She had been reading valid signs and so she was happy but slightly surprised when Mulan kissed back, her mouth firm and round, and she found herself biting Mulan's lip.
"Mmm," Mulan said, pulling back a bit, "why don't you come up here, then?" She patted the bed next to her.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Meg squeaked, standing up way too fast, her knees wobbling with desire.
"Perfect," the other girl said, smiling, and Megara let herself be pulled down onto the bedspread.