Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Except the story idea.
A/N: This is still kind of an idea left over from a prompt my girlfriend gave me, "Claire takes the lead", that spawned a different story. Guess I wasn't quite done with it. Also written to help me with writer's block, drabbles are sometimes helpful little buggers that way.
It had happened too quickly for even Alice to register it. A gaze had lingered a second too long across the campfire and with the foreshadowing crackle of the flames, something had broken. In the blink of an eye, Claire had risen and closed the distance between them with quick, determined strides. Without giving Alice time to say anything or herself time to reconsider, she'd knelt before the other woman and taken the gun being cleaned from the startled blonde's hand, placing it gently beside them. Brilliant green eyes never leaving iridescent blue. And then Claire's hands had been on Alice, one at her shoulder, one sliding into her hair from the base of her neck, and both of them had been shaking. It hadn't been from nerves though, Alice would have sensed that. It was as though Claire had finally lost the control she'd so desperately coveted and the shaking was just some small part of her trying to hold onto it. But as her fingers tangled in fair tresses and she watched Alice's panicked eyes clear and slide shut; as she felt a hand against her hip and realised the other woman was finally submitting, Claire wondered why she'd tried to hold onto it for so long. And when she crushed their lips together, desperation trickling fuel for the fire sweeping through her to follow, she felt her palms burn as she clung to the other woman. And the shaking stopped.