Author's Note: I've got a bunch of little one-shot drabbles about Jessica and I figured, instead of posting them individually as I've been doing, it'd be easier to collect them into one longer document. The rating is more for the worst offenders; there will be at least one that's fairly safe as a whole - I'll probably post it next. I hope to make updates once a week, but we'll see about that.
Also - these will have crossovers with other works. For instance, this particular snapshot - which lives up to the M rating - features Haruko from FLCL.
Furthermore, I should note that I do not own Jessica Rabbit, Haruko, FLCL, or Who Framed Roger Rabbit? - and that's okay.
She sits still on the edge of the bed, her emerald eyes closed, bare hands flat on the white sheets. If she wasn't a Toon, she might shiver in her exposed skin, but as it is, she feels nothing. Behind her another woman lies sprawled on her side with one hand tucked under her pillow. She breathes soft and light, not snoring as some of the humans tend to do in their sleep, and snuggles tighter under her scarlet comforter. Jessica knows her movements and her mannerisms far too well and also knows that if she wants to leave and return to her job, as her owner demands she do, now would be the time to do it. It doesn't matter that the woman paid for a full night; her time was up as soon as she fell into a deep sleep.
But the Toon hesitates a second too long before moving, and the creak of the bed springs gives her away.
"Jess…ica?"
She knows better than to grimace even as her breath hitches in her throat.
"Are you…are you leaving me?"
Her training kicks in.
"No, my dear, of course not," she croons, and without a second glance to her scattered clothes, she turns back to the bed, the seductress slipping back into place. One hand reaches over to brush the other woman's cheek, lifting strands of pink hair out of her face. "I'm right here."
For a moment, all is well, and that might have been enough to soothe her. Then the savage beast takes over, slapping away her gentle touch, yellow eyes bright and glaring at her. "You're lying. You always leave, even when I tell you not to." Her words growl to a halt, canines sharp against her light lips. A thin grin pulls at her lips; she beckons. "Come here, love. I still need you."
I still own you.
The small of her back aches.
Her lips throb.
Fingers shy away; nails, teeth rip into her painted skin.
She whispers, "I love you," and the Toon is left to wonder.
If this is what love is…
…she's had worse.
