Bella Donna Boudreaux is a cheerful assassin (petitmort) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-17 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, oerba dia vanille |
Who: Belle and Vanille
Where: their place
What: sadness
When: 8/9
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete
Belle was getting over having Jim’s body. Sure it was nice not to be on her period, but it meant that she wasn’t getting any kind of laid, and she was staying home from work to hide the changes (and avoid eyesexing a very old man). So she was training a lot, but mostly she was baking. The counters and table were covered in cooling cookies and pans of brownies, plates of cakes, and rows of loaves of bread.
To take a break from all the baking, Belle had dinner in the oven, but she was already mixing up another batch of cookies.
Vanille was at that place with current events where she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be giving Belle more space or trying to get things back to normal again. She'd gone shopping to clear her head (and to buy a few presents for some people), and now returned to the marvelous smell of baked goods and cooking food.
She put her packages down on the couch and sashayed over to the kitchen, trying not to eyesecks Belle in the body she was currently in. Boys had never been on her radar before, but this one was making her rethink the idea that she was a lesbian.
"This is... uhm... an amazing amount of baked goods. Did I miss some kinda bake sale announcement?"
Belle sighed, smiling at Vanille. Kirk had a really nice smile. “Nope. Just keepin’ busy. How was work, cherie? I got a chicken in the oven for us.”
"It was okay. It's so weird workin' there without you around, though. I did some shopping afterwards! Not much chance to shop soon if I'm gonna go to school, you know?" Vanille took a seat nearby and pulled over a plate of cookies, stealing one off the top to snack on.
She stole a bite, then raised her eyebrows and nodded her head in the universal signal of 'that's a very yummy cookie'. It really was delicious, and a few seconds later she exclaimed, "Wow! Well... I like how you keep busy but I think we're gonna get real fat tryin' to eat all o'this. You gotta keep up your... manly... figure?"
It was a very manly figure. She blushed a bit.
“Eh, I figure he can jog a couple times around the block. I’d get into worse trouble if I wasn’t keepin’ busy.” She shrugged and eyed the cookie dough she was working on. “Guess I could freeze this.”
"Does cookie dough keep in the freezer? If it does, that's a pretty good idea! 'Cause I can maybe use it later to make you cookies sometime. Like... after we're done with all of these ones."
Did she mention the chicken smelled good? "That chicken really smells good. Do you uhm. Need any help with anything?"
“It’ll keep in the freezer just fine.” Belle said with a smile, then started pulling out plastic bags to store the dough in. Which meant bending over to get a new box from under the sink. She wasn’t even purposely trying to be sexy, but Kirk did have a very nice butt.
Vanille tried not to watch. That didn't really work very well, because she ended up peeking at the view through her fingers. Her other hand fanned herself with the remains of her cookie.
Why was it so hot in there? Well, there was a lot of baking and cooking going on...
"Uhm... Well... I can help you with that... You know it's so weird not listening to you with that accent you have." She mumbled, like the thought had just come to mind and she desperately needed to fill the air with distracting words of some kind.
Belle poked her head up, giving Vanille a curious look. “You alright there, cherie?” She straightened and put the box of ziploc bags on the counter.
"Like that right there. It doesn't sound the same at all! He doesn't really sound like someone who should be speakin' french at me, but it just..." Vanille frowned, and put her cookie down, "He's got these eyes, have you noticed?"
Belle giggled. “Vanille, sweetie, do you think this man’s attractive?” She couldn’t fault Vanille’s taste, Jim was a very handsome man.
"Well I..." Vanille blushed and ducked her head a bit, "I never really thought about men before, but he's really... I have no idea what it is about him but he's just got something..."
She trailed off and smushed her hands against her face "Fangisgonnakillme."
Belle almost hugged her, but in their current situation she thought it might be better not to. “No she isn’t, sweetie. Why would she be upset ‘cause you think a guy’s got a nice ass?”
"What if I don't like girls as much as she does now?" Vanille wanted to start physically biting on her nails. The last month or so had been horrible for her nerves. Instead of doing that, she started nibbling on her cookie again.
She added, after a few nibbles, "He really does... I looked, I really did, I can't believe I did that..."
Belle couldn’t resist stroking Vanille’s hair. “So what? It’s not a contest. You like girls and maybe you like boys too. No harm in lookin’. You still think Fang’s prettier, right?”
Vanille couldn't resist leaning into it. She nibbled on the edge of her cookie a bit as she tried to work through an answer to Belle's question.
"Well Fang's eyes are different, but they're really deep and warm and like... you feel like if they stare at you too long they're gonna melt through you and you won't have anythin' left to hide away to yourself...Sometimes I feel like I just gotta look away or I'll 'ave gone up in smoke!"
"This guy's eyes are like... the crystal clear waters you see on the tv when they're showin' you pictures of islands out in the caribbean sea or somethin'. They cut through you but you feel like you could look into 'em forever. Kinda like there's something there behind them that you just gotta discover."
Belle laughed lightly. “Well, I’m ridin’ around in a married man’s body, so don’t get too attached. You think maybe you have interest in guys? Should find out before you get into a serious relationship. That way you won’t have any questions about that kinda thing.”
"I don't know, I mean I never thought about it before. I just really liked you, and really liked Fang, and enjoyed what we did together, so I figured, 'I must be one o'those girls that likes other girls', You know?" Vanille chewed on her lip a bit, then shook her head, "I don't know. I think if those eyes and that... butt... was on a girl I'd still be starin'."
“There’s nothin’ wrong with likin’ men, just like there’s nothin’ wrong with likin’ women.” She pressed her lips together. Fang was going to kill her. “Do you wanna see if you like men? Jim said I could use the body for anythin’ but knockin’ ladies up, and you know I love t’ sleep with you.”
"Oh... Oh uhm..." Vanille blushed a bit, trying to wrap her head around what Belle was suggesting. It seemed like cheating. Her and Fang were a 'thing' now, weren't they?
"That's probably a bad idea though. I want... I'm curious, I admit it, but I think... I think that'd upset Fang, and ... she'd find out, wouldn't she? I mean... I've never even kissed a guy before..."
“If Fang’s important enough to you that you don’t wanna sleep with other people, then you shouldn’t.” Belle said gently. “I don’t wanna come between you two.” She bent down low, her lips very close to Vanille’s. “But one lil kiss won’t hurt.”
"Well..." Vanille whispered. Her lips were so close to Belle's - or rather, to the lips of the body she was currently in, which were quite different from Belle's - that she could feel her own lips tingling from the proximity.
One kiss couldn't hurt, right? And then she'd know, anyway. She hoped. She nodded her head a little dizzily, then closed the distance with her own lips.
It wasn’t a long kiss. Belle wanted it to be, more than anything. Jim’s body had needs, and she had them too. She knew Vanille’s body would be warm and soft, and just thinking about it made her groan. She pulled away slowly, afraid she’d be unable to restrain herself from touching Vanille if she kept going. Her heart ached in her chest, and she knew that wasn’t because of the lack of sex.
It was a good kiss, one that Vanille wished had gone on for longer once it'd ended. She wanted to be close to Belle again, she missed that closeness, and had felt a little lost since they'd stopped sleeping together.
Jim's lips were different, and he smelled nice, but different, and the stubble on his face was coarse, which she wasn't sure if she liked or not. Everything that had gone topsy-turvy in her head was resolved to stay that way, only now it was worse because Belle was stepping away from her.
Vanille took a deep breath and let it out, "...I wish that'd solved anything..."
“Rarely does.” Jim’s voice was thick with desire and emotion. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’a done that.”
"No, it's..." Vanille ducked her head a bit, then shook it back and forth, "I wanted to, it's not your fault. And I... miss you, Belle. You know, the way things were, before everything went all..."
She waved a hand in the air, trying to find the words she wanted, "Wrong. And awkward. And... ripped all open and hurting."
Belle took a seat at the kitchen table, putting her head in her hand. “I know it hurts. I’m sorry. I’m hurtin’ too. I don’t wanna come between you and happiness. I have no future. No amount of love or sex or wishin’s gonna make that different. When the government decides I’m goin’ somewhere else, I’m goin’. I was lucky t’ be able to bring you here with me, won’t be lucky again.”
The other woman watched Belle for a bit, while chewing on her lip. This was even harder for Belle than it was for Vanille, and for Vanille that was even more painfully clear than ever. She wished there was something she could do. She didn't know how spy people did this kind of thing.
"Belle... is there some kinda way I can make this easier for you? It's hurtin' us both, but I know... it hurts a lot for you and it's so selfish of me to be the one complainin' about it when I can go off and be happy with anyone else who ain't you..."
Belle shook her head. “No, sweetness, and I wouldn’t ask you t’ do anything but keep bein’ yourself. I chose this life, and I don’t regret my choice. What I do is important, I help people, keep ‘em safe from the monsters under the bed. It’s usually enough.” Just not when she was over a week without sex and in a horn dog like Jim Kirk’s body. He was going to have repetitive motion injuries in his right arm by the time he got his body back.
"Well... alright. It is important, you know? Protecting the people... It's the kinda thing I'd want to do, if I was strong like you, y'know?" Vanille nodded her head, then tucked some hair behind her ear and looked around the kitchen, "We're gonna have breakfast settled for a while..."
Belle accepted the subject change quite happily. “Yeah, think we will. I was gonna try bagels, ‘cause I never made ‘em before, but I didn’t want t’ mess with the boilin’ water. Dinner’ll be done soon, you wanna watch a movie after?”
"Oh, yeah!" Vanille was just as happy to stop talking about this. She clapped her hands together and bounced on her heels a bit, "That'll be fun. You can even pick the movie we watch."