Title: Pretty Girl
Author: RobinM
Pairing: Beka/Trance
Rating: Rish
Disclaimer: only in my dreams do I own them.
Note: Wrote this in 10 mins. in an attempt to reassure myself I don't suck at fic. Not too sure how well it worked.
When she was little her dad would twirl her around and around in the air, tell her she was his beautiful little princess, that the world was hers to take. And believed him, cause he was her Daddy and he was never wrong. Later, when mom and Rafe had gone, taking the good days with them, and he couldn't think beyond his next fix he called her Princess, asked her to help her old dad out.
Years later, crammed into the bottom bunk on the Maru, hands rough on her skin, her breast, her soul Bobby would tell her that she was gorgeous, sexy as fuck and all his. And for a while she believed him.
Beka's heard it so many times, from so many people all wanting something from her, that she taught herself not to hear the words. Not to believe them.
But when, pressed between her and the Maru's floor, Trance tells Beka that she's beautiful there's something in her voice, a sad kind of knowing, that makes it different. Makes it feel real, like something she could believe.
It's in the way Trance looks at her, like she's something precious. Valuable. In the way her hands are butterfly soft against her skin, her fingers driving and curving and there, right there.
And later, as she traces the path of a lone tear across a golden cheek with her tongue, she does.