Short Belle/Kel fic.


I Dreamed a Dream


Annabelle snuggled closer into the sleeping body next to her, inhaling the unique scent of perfume and sex that permeated her nights with Kelly Jones and sometimes made her feel like she was a completely different person than when she was on her own. The pale skin beneath her cheek was thrumming with heat and a relaxed circulatory cadence that suggested the infamous head girl was still somewhere is dreamland, despite the fact that she could hear otherwise soundless footsteps sneaking around in the noisy dorm outside her room and could drop and roll at the sound of a grenade pin hitting the floorboards. Annabelle took a deep breath and shifted her position so that her chin rested on the head girl's collarbone.

Her honey brown eyes traced the contour of the ashen neck, high cheekbones, and slightly parted lips still stained a ruby red either from the remaining lipstick Kelly has been too distracted to bother removing or the pleasurable sting of last night's kisses not a few inches away from Belle's own face. The mascara around Kelly's eyes had yet to wear off and her black bob was askance at odd angles against the pillows. In moments like this it was hard to believe that such simple, imperfect beauty was Annabelle's to have and no one else's. That for some unfathomable reason, she had been given this gift that no one was privy to and it had become something that no one else could challenge or take away from her. Annabelle felt safe and protected like she'd never felt before. Kelly didn't even have to be touching her. Just being in the same room with the head girl made Annabelle feel like there wasn't any other place in the world where she belonged. In Kelly's arms, Annabelle was home.

Just then, Kelly's long muscles twitched and she stretched beneath the sheets, curling more tightly against Annabelle's side. After a few silent seconds, Kelly opened her eyes and focused on Annabelle's face and she smiled.

"Fancy something you see?" the deep voice, melted through the distance between them.

"Nothing I can't have," Annabelle said.

"Sure about that, love?" Kelly asked, reaching for her and rolling them so that Annabelle was laying on top of her.

"Depends, I suppose. Are you planning on denying me anytime soon?"

"Never," Kelly whispered, kissing Annabelle briefly, then repositioning them back against the pillows as Annabelle rested her head in the crook of Kelly's neck.

They lay peacefully entwined within the web of one another's limbs, not aware where one body ended and the other one began and not caring to know either. The waking world of St. Trinian's was coming alive around them at its own pace. Out just beyond the head girl's door, the first year's crib was already alive with activity. The Twins always set up some sort of diabolical prank for whatever girl might be causing them trouble. Yesterday it was troweling concrete into the bottom of Esmeralda's trainers so that when she stuck her stocking feet into them, she wouldn't be able to move. This morning—from the slight explosion and the high pitched scream—Annabelle had deduced that the Sopranos had turned to their favourite instrument of torture: homemade C4.

Beyond the first years, Annabelle could hear the daily battle in the war of attrition between chav and emo beginning to wind up as Taylor's high pitched use of mutilated grammar floated through the head girl's door. Everything was just as it should be.

"Oi! You're gonna pay for that Vampira! Those were Nike!"

Annabelle jerked awake. Once her muddled consciousness figured out who and where she was, the next task was to figure out when. The newly minted head girl propped herself up onto her elbows and observed the cold, empty space on the double bed beside her and remembered that it was the beginning of the fall term and Kelly Jones was gone and out of her life forever. And what was worse: Kelly had chosen to go. Kelly had chosen to leave Annabelle behind and go on with her life. Annabelle didn't know where the other head girl was or even if she was alright because they hadn't been on speaking terms since the spring term had ended in June. Annabelle honestly didn't know what had happened. Her relationship with Kelly Jones had unravelled almost as quickly and explosively as it had begun. Why? Annabelle still wasn't sure how it had happened, but the frequent arguments were a good indication of when things had started going south.

Both head girls were natural born leaders and very stubborn and headstrong. In their occupations watching over the many tribes of the school and making sure that they didn't end one another, these traits came in useful, but when matched together they could prove dangerous. And they had. It wasn't a question of love. Kelly had been Annabelle's first love and vice versa and they had been head over heels for one another. However, it was the simple truth that once all of the flashy tinsel and bright things were stripped away, love wasn't enough on its own to keep two people like them together for long.

It was early in the autumn term yet and not much had happened. The new girls were still getting used to the lay of the land and very few of them acknowledged Annabelle Fritton as the leader she knew herself to be, but if Auntie's little side bets with Matron had any chance of turning a profit then the girls of St. Trinian's would know their new head girl's calibre soon enough.


I Dreamed a Dream—Les Miserables

Short, but not so sweet. Leave a review on your way out and I hope everyone enjoyed it. :)