Twelfth Night Afterthoughts
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mr Shakespeare wrote Twelfth Night, good for him! They're not mine, unfortunately!
WARNING! This is SLASH!! That would be woman on woman. If you have problems with that, follow the little man on the signs towards the emergency exit.
Ever wondered what happened after the end of Twelfth Night? I have, and this is the result!
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It was a dark night. Olivia and Viola were sitting on their own in Viola's main room, drinking a bottle of wine that had been left for them. Sebastian and Orsino, their respective husbands, were out at some business meeting or something else that didn't concern them. This suited the two women fine. They were good friends and had no aversions to being left alone together. Tonight, they were discussing the first times they met.
"Well, you can't really blame me for liking you," giggled Olivia, still slightly embarrassed.
"No, of course not!" replied Viola, smiling. "I was a very good looking man!"
Something about that sentence made Olivia react. She averted her gaze from Viola's and started pouring them both some more wine, handing Viola her glass. As Viola took the glass, her hands brushed against Olivia's. Olivia stiffened and looked away.
"Olivia?" asked Viola, concerned. "Are you alright?" When she received no reply, she took her friend's chin and turned her face towards her, looking into her eyes. "You know you can tell me anything," she added. In reply, Olivia wrenched her head away and picked up her wine glass. After taking a drink and replacing her glass on the table, she looked back up at her friend with a sigh.
"It wasn't just as a man that I found you attractive," she said quietly. "I still like you, Viola. I can't help it. Please don't hate me for it," she added, staring at her hands, which were kneading patterns into her dress. "I guess I'll just go now," she said, standing up and moving towards the door, when a strong hand grabbed her by the wrist. Turning, she saw Viola standing looking at her, a small smile on her lips.
"And what sort of a friend would I be if I let you go out in this state?" she asked quietly, before pulling Olivia towards her and kissing her gently, the type of kiss that only two woman can share. When they reluctantly pulled away from each other, Olivia saw her own expression of affection reflected in the other woman's face. Tugging gently on Olivia's hand, Viola turned and started up the stairs towards her bedroom, turning every now and then to check that Olivia was still there.
Like? Hate? Review! Flames are funny tee hee. Oh, and if anyone feels the need to carry this on and turn it into an NC-17, because I know some people are like that, feel free to, and tell me too =)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mr Shakespeare wrote Twelfth Night, good for him! They're not mine, unfortunately!
WARNING! This is SLASH!! That would be woman on woman. If you have problems with that, follow the little man on the signs towards the emergency exit.
Ever wondered what happened after the end of Twelfth Night? I have, and this is the result!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a dark night. Olivia and Viola were sitting on their own in Viola's main room, drinking a bottle of wine that had been left for them. Sebastian and Orsino, their respective husbands, were out at some business meeting or something else that didn't concern them. This suited the two women fine. They were good friends and had no aversions to being left alone together. Tonight, they were discussing the first times they met.
"Well, you can't really blame me for liking you," giggled Olivia, still slightly embarrassed.
"No, of course not!" replied Viola, smiling. "I was a very good looking man!"
Something about that sentence made Olivia react. She averted her gaze from Viola's and started pouring them both some more wine, handing Viola her glass. As Viola took the glass, her hands brushed against Olivia's. Olivia stiffened and looked away.
"Olivia?" asked Viola, concerned. "Are you alright?" When she received no reply, she took her friend's chin and turned her face towards her, looking into her eyes. "You know you can tell me anything," she added. In reply, Olivia wrenched her head away and picked up her wine glass. After taking a drink and replacing her glass on the table, she looked back up at her friend with a sigh.
"It wasn't just as a man that I found you attractive," she said quietly. "I still like you, Viola. I can't help it. Please don't hate me for it," she added, staring at her hands, which were kneading patterns into her dress. "I guess I'll just go now," she said, standing up and moving towards the door, when a strong hand grabbed her by the wrist. Turning, she saw Viola standing looking at her, a small smile on her lips.
"And what sort of a friend would I be if I let you go out in this state?" she asked quietly, before pulling Olivia towards her and kissing her gently, the type of kiss that only two woman can share. When they reluctantly pulled away from each other, Olivia saw her own expression of affection reflected in the other woman's face. Tugging gently on Olivia's hand, Viola turned and started up the stairs towards her bedroom, turning every now and then to check that Olivia was still there.
Like? Hate? Review! Flames are funny tee hee. Oh, and if anyone feels the need to carry this on and turn it into an NC-17, because I know some people are like that, feel free to, and tell me too =)
