Who: Finn McGill and NPC/dead person Marjory Lovejoy What: A lover's quarrel over something most lovers don't have to deal with. When: Mid July 1997 Where: Marjory's bedroom Rating: R for language and nudity.
She trailed her lips down the bare skin of her lover's body, planting kisses as she went. A hand tangled in her hair and she grinned. She continued kissing her way down until she reached a patch of scar tissue just above her lover's hip. Funny how she could love that spot the best, she thought, and flicked her tongue out to trace the scars. The hand in her hair clenched and jerked her away hard.
Finn yelped and clutched her head. "Ow! Fucking...what the shit was that about, Marjory?" She half wondered if she was missing some hair now, as much as that yank had hurt. She scowled indignantly at her lover and tried to think of anything the older woman might be angry at her for.
"You always do that." A curtain of black hair obscured Marjory's face before she tucked it behind her ears, her eyes flickering from the bed to Finn then to the bed again. "You always do that and I hate it."
Finn blinked at her, jaw muscles tensing. "You never said anything. You could have just told me, you know? I'd've stopped doing it the moment you said to, but you never said a word, Marjory."
"I thought you could take a hint." Marjory kept her eyes averted. "I never do anything like that to your scars..."
"I wish you would." It was terse, and angry, and she hadn't meant to say it, but...she did.
"What?" Marjory finally looked at Finn, albeit in disbelief.
"I said I wish you would." She crawled further up the bed and brought her face close to the other woman's. "If I didn't have them, I wouldn't have you. And I wouldn't have them if you didn't have yours. So if you didn't have them, we wouldn't be together." And we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Marjory shifted away and sat up, hanging her legs over the edge of the bed. "I hate mine. I thought you'd hate yours. I can't stand them. Makes me ill to see them."
Finn stared at Marjory's back. She didn't like the way this conversation was making her feel. "Yours or mine?" Her voice was flat.
"Mine." Her tone didn't make Finn feel any better, though. "And it makes my stomach turn when you..." It sounded to Finn like she couldn't bring herself to say to rest.
"Right then. I disgust you, so I'll getting out of your sight now." It was taking all Finn's will not to cry, but she couldn't hide the tension in her voice. She slipped off the bed and started looking for her clothes.
"Finn...that's not how I meant it."
"If you can't stand seeing your own scars...what's that say about seeing the ones you gave someone else?" She turned to face Marjory as she zipped her jeans. She trailed a finger across the scars on her left arm. "I know you hate it when I call them love bites, but that's what they are to me now. If you're only keeping me around and in your bed as some fantastically fucked up sort of pennance, I'd like to bloody know."
Marjory sighed, and her voice when she spoke again was so tired that it made Finn's heart ache. "Fionnghuala...it's not pennance. I do care about you, but you like this too much. I feel like you like being a wolf more than you like me and...I don't like it, alright? I don't. I think it's unnatural."
Finn had to turn around again to stop herself from saying that it was the most natural thing in the world. That it was beautiful. "We can't agree on this subject. We never will." She started to pull on her shirt but Marjory wrapped her arms tightly around her waist before she could. Finn sighed and dropped her shirt.
"I'm sorry," Marjory whispered, rubbing her cheek against Finn's back. "I should have told you, I know. I can't explain why I didn't..." Finn closed her eyes when Marjory sighed, the air tickling her skin. "I was afraid you'd leave me before there was even anything to leave."
Marjory shifted Finn's hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. "Come back to bed? I'll make it up to you..."
Finn sighed, all the fight gone out of her for now. She turned and wrapped her arms around her lover and kissed her hair. "You'll wear yourself out," she murmured. "You're tired. You should rest."
"I'm fine." Marjory looked up and quirked an eyebrow at her as she unzipped Finn's jeans and eased them down. "You're my lover, not my mother, and if I want to tire myself out trying to make you tired? I've got the right..."