Between Girls
Disclaimer: all characters belong to ME, I own nothing and only play.
Notice: I did this one because it was suggested to me that Girly-Love Fic needed a 2nd chapter to close up the story, and I agreed. Besides, I wanted to see Harmony get the upper hand for once.
Eve work up slowly, painfully, and tried to sit up then decided not to try it again for a long time. She felt horrible. Her head was pounding, her mouth was dry and coated with fuzz and if she even saw a picture of light, she was certain her eyes would explode.
What in the name of all things malignant had she been doing last night? She threw her arm casually over Lindsey sleeping next to her, enjoying the comfort of his solid presence. Of course, his presence would have been more comforting if he hadn't developed such an impressive pair of boobs overnight.
Eve shrieked a little and shot out of the bed, then collapsed to the floor, mewling piteously and trying to remain conscious.
"God!," Harmony complained, clutching her head, "Don't do that!" Harm got out of bed and staggered into the shower, turned on the water and stood under it with her mouth open.
What was going on? Eve wondered, baffled. She was in a blessedly dark apartment, surrounded by unicorn figurines, and naked . . . with a fresh bite mark on one of her breasts. She scrambled around and found her dress but couldn't figure out where the armholes were, so she held it in front of her and stormed into the bathroom, ignoring her pounding head.
Harmony was still standing under the water, half bent over now with her hands pressed against the wall, her flimsy pink baby doll nightie clinging to her skin. Eve couldn't tell whether Harmony's pallor was due to being dead or hung-over, and didn't care. She glared furiously at the vampire.
"You stole my blood, you moronic leech, and I want it back!"
"Give me a minute," Harmony answered hollowly, "I may be able to do that."
Disgusted, Eve went back into the bedroom to figure out which end of her dress was up, and sort out the night before. Her memories were spotty at best. She remembered taking Harmony out drinking, hoping to loosen her tongue, which had succeeded but might as well not have. Harmony couldn't be kept on any subject but the ones she chose and eventually Eve had given up and gone with the flow.
She seemed to remember getting way too friendly with Harmony, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. It wasn't as if she had inclinations, well, not strong ones anyway. It was almost a shame really, considering how good Harmony looked with that nightie plastered to her. With that, several very specific memories came flooding back into Eve's conscious in an unordered jumble: being in Harmony's embrace, offering herself to the vampire, caressing Harmony's breasts, singing to them.
Oh, God. She'd done Harmony Kendall. Harmony! The ditziest, most lunkheaded, indiscrete vampire ever to Stooge her way across the Earth plane. Eve couldn't believe she was capable of making such a horrifically bad choice even while drunk off her ass. Her life would be ruined if anyone else found out how unreliable her cunning and good sense were! The Senior Partners would strip her of her position as liaison, and then Lindsey would find out.
Eve went completely cold at the thought of Lindsey's reaction. Even if falling into bed with the likes of Harmony, under any circumstances, didn't prove her unreliable as an ally, the fact that she'd spazzed out in song while messing around with the idiotic bloodsucker would be the death of her affair with the ex-lawyer. Music was very important to Lindsey.
No one must ever know – but how could she guarantee that when her, ugh, partner, was Harmony? Could she have Harmony killed? Appealing as this thought was, it just wouldn't work. Angel might be secretly grateful for Harmony's non-existence, even want to thank the instrument of it, but Harmony was part of Team Angel now and he'd still avenge her death. That's just the kind of guy he was.
Could it be explained believably if Harmony just disappeared? Eve knew that most of the others would be tempted to accept the nitwit vampire's moving on for a better offer without too much inquiry, but there was no place better for Harmony than the one she had now. Surrounded by people at least willing to endure her and grumpily prepared to protect her, her life secure and stable, Harmony was in the catbird seat as Angel's secretary. Even if no one else thought of it, Spike, who knew Harmony so well, would undoubtedly bring it up.
Eve was stuck with Harmony; the only thing to do now was convince the vampire to keep this a secret for her own sake. Harmony was hardly different now from the human she had been, and that likely included all the usual hang-ups and neurosis about sexuality. It should be no problem to appeal to those.
As Harmony walked back into her bedroom, dressed in a fluffy pink robe and with a cold, wet wash cloth held to her forehead, Eve began babbling something about terrible mistakes and not letting them destroy her, Harmony's, life, about moving on and putting it all behind her. If Harmony's head hadn't been aching so, she would have interrupted to ask what on Earth Eve was talking about, but she just hunted in her nightstand for aspirin and let the words wash over her. Gradually, the import of the liaison's droning sank in, to Harmony's disbelief.
The vampire stared at Eve. Did she really believe the two of them had done It? Together? Eve was so not Harmony's type, because first of all – girl. Second, Harmony liked to have fun with people who were actually fun, and not just lying around unconscious. She might not remember everything, but she was sure she remembered more than Eve, who'd been passed out most of the night.
She remembered going drinking with Eve, then to the beach and getting silly with each other in a vampiric girls-gone-wild way. After awhile Spike had turned up and scared her, yelled at her and generally been mean to her, as usual. The butthead. After that they were at her home and Harmony had finally gotten to sleep despite Eve's howitzer snoring, until the liaison woke her up a few hours later by shrieking.
Harmony was preparing to correct Eve's mistaken take on last night when she caught the scent of fear. Becoming a vampire hadn't made Harmony that much different from her human self, but it did provide a variety of physical perks, among them a heightened sense of smell, and awareness of meaning of subtle differences in scent. Eve was genuinely fearful for her own sake of anyone finding out about "It", and Harmony realized she actually had a chip to play in this game. And play it I will, Harmony thought with satisfaction. She was still smarting over that "moronic leech" remark.
"Oh, Eve," she sparkled at the liaison, "you're taking entirely the wrong attitude about this! We need to honor our authentic selves and celebrate the gorgeous mosaic that is our life script experience! So we got a little wasted and had a night of girlish passion together, we should rejoice in the infinite variety of human experience! Well, human and vampire experience. Whether we never do it again or become an item for all eternity, we mustn't let toxic expectations rob the bliss from our actualizing journey!"
Harmony embraced the stunned and horrified Eve. "This is the first day of the rest of our lives!" she chirped. And not a moment too soon, she was nearly out of self-help references.
Hours later, Harmony was eavesdropping on a badgering confab Eve was having with Angel. Time to run this up the flagpole and see if it turned into muffins, she thought gleefully. Within moments she was barging innocently into Angel's office with a freshly warmed mug of otter's blood in hand.
"Here you go!" she told Angel cheerfully, "I'm sorry it took so long, boss, but we had to get fresh squeezed." Before Angel could say "what?" Harmony turned to Eve.
"There you are, Evie! I was so hoping to run into you today but you just seemed to be hiding yourself, buried in work. Angel can be such a slave driver. You should really let her off the leash more, Eve is so much fun when she kicks back and let's herself go. Why, just the other night . . ."
"Harmony," Eve bleated in thinly disguised panic, "we shouldn't be wasting Angel's time he has so much to do and I have a little project I'd like you to work on with me if that's all right with you Angel of course it is it should only take the rest of the afternoon – LETS GO!"
"Excuse me, but what, exactly, is going on?" Angel asked as Eve grabbed Harmony's hand and began dragging the chatty blonde quickly out of the room.
"Oh, just something between girls, boss," Harmony threw over her shoulder along with a conspiratorial wink that bewildered him. Angel shook off his questions and relaxed in his big leather chair, sipping otter. Whatever Harmony was doing, or thought she was doing, if it got Eve off his neck a few extra minutes a day, more power to her.
Fini
Disclaimer: all characters belong to ME, I own nothing and only play.
Notice: I did this one because it was suggested to me that Girly-Love Fic needed a 2nd chapter to close up the story, and I agreed. Besides, I wanted to see Harmony get the upper hand for once.
Eve work up slowly, painfully, and tried to sit up then decided not to try it again for a long time. She felt horrible. Her head was pounding, her mouth was dry and coated with fuzz and if she even saw a picture of light, she was certain her eyes would explode.
What in the name of all things malignant had she been doing last night? She threw her arm casually over Lindsey sleeping next to her, enjoying the comfort of his solid presence. Of course, his presence would have been more comforting if he hadn't developed such an impressive pair of boobs overnight.
Eve shrieked a little and shot out of the bed, then collapsed to the floor, mewling piteously and trying to remain conscious.
"God!," Harmony complained, clutching her head, "Don't do that!" Harm got out of bed and staggered into the shower, turned on the water and stood under it with her mouth open.
What was going on? Eve wondered, baffled. She was in a blessedly dark apartment, surrounded by unicorn figurines, and naked . . . with a fresh bite mark on one of her breasts. She scrambled around and found her dress but couldn't figure out where the armholes were, so she held it in front of her and stormed into the bathroom, ignoring her pounding head.
Harmony was still standing under the water, half bent over now with her hands pressed against the wall, her flimsy pink baby doll nightie clinging to her skin. Eve couldn't tell whether Harmony's pallor was due to being dead or hung-over, and didn't care. She glared furiously at the vampire.
"You stole my blood, you moronic leech, and I want it back!"
"Give me a minute," Harmony answered hollowly, "I may be able to do that."
Disgusted, Eve went back into the bedroom to figure out which end of her dress was up, and sort out the night before. Her memories were spotty at best. She remembered taking Harmony out drinking, hoping to loosen her tongue, which had succeeded but might as well not have. Harmony couldn't be kept on any subject but the ones she chose and eventually Eve had given up and gone with the flow.
She seemed to remember getting way too friendly with Harmony, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. It wasn't as if she had inclinations, well, not strong ones anyway. It was almost a shame really, considering how good Harmony looked with that nightie plastered to her. With that, several very specific memories came flooding back into Eve's conscious in an unordered jumble: being in Harmony's embrace, offering herself to the vampire, caressing Harmony's breasts, singing to them.
Oh, God. She'd done Harmony Kendall. Harmony! The ditziest, most lunkheaded, indiscrete vampire ever to Stooge her way across the Earth plane. Eve couldn't believe she was capable of making such a horrifically bad choice even while drunk off her ass. Her life would be ruined if anyone else found out how unreliable her cunning and good sense were! The Senior Partners would strip her of her position as liaison, and then Lindsey would find out.
Eve went completely cold at the thought of Lindsey's reaction. Even if falling into bed with the likes of Harmony, under any circumstances, didn't prove her unreliable as an ally, the fact that she'd spazzed out in song while messing around with the idiotic bloodsucker would be the death of her affair with the ex-lawyer. Music was very important to Lindsey.
No one must ever know – but how could she guarantee that when her, ugh, partner, was Harmony? Could she have Harmony killed? Appealing as this thought was, it just wouldn't work. Angel might be secretly grateful for Harmony's non-existence, even want to thank the instrument of it, but Harmony was part of Team Angel now and he'd still avenge her death. That's just the kind of guy he was.
Could it be explained believably if Harmony just disappeared? Eve knew that most of the others would be tempted to accept the nitwit vampire's moving on for a better offer without too much inquiry, but there was no place better for Harmony than the one she had now. Surrounded by people at least willing to endure her and grumpily prepared to protect her, her life secure and stable, Harmony was in the catbird seat as Angel's secretary. Even if no one else thought of it, Spike, who knew Harmony so well, would undoubtedly bring it up.
Eve was stuck with Harmony; the only thing to do now was convince the vampire to keep this a secret for her own sake. Harmony was hardly different now from the human she had been, and that likely included all the usual hang-ups and neurosis about sexuality. It should be no problem to appeal to those.
As Harmony walked back into her bedroom, dressed in a fluffy pink robe and with a cold, wet wash cloth held to her forehead, Eve began babbling something about terrible mistakes and not letting them destroy her, Harmony's, life, about moving on and putting it all behind her. If Harmony's head hadn't been aching so, she would have interrupted to ask what on Earth Eve was talking about, but she just hunted in her nightstand for aspirin and let the words wash over her. Gradually, the import of the liaison's droning sank in, to Harmony's disbelief.
The vampire stared at Eve. Did she really believe the two of them had done It? Together? Eve was so not Harmony's type, because first of all – girl. Second, Harmony liked to have fun with people who were actually fun, and not just lying around unconscious. She might not remember everything, but she was sure she remembered more than Eve, who'd been passed out most of the night.
She remembered going drinking with Eve, then to the beach and getting silly with each other in a vampiric girls-gone-wild way. After awhile Spike had turned up and scared her, yelled at her and generally been mean to her, as usual. The butthead. After that they were at her home and Harmony had finally gotten to sleep despite Eve's howitzer snoring, until the liaison woke her up a few hours later by shrieking.
Harmony was preparing to correct Eve's mistaken take on last night when she caught the scent of fear. Becoming a vampire hadn't made Harmony that much different from her human self, but it did provide a variety of physical perks, among them a heightened sense of smell, and awareness of meaning of subtle differences in scent. Eve was genuinely fearful for her own sake of anyone finding out about "It", and Harmony realized she actually had a chip to play in this game. And play it I will, Harmony thought with satisfaction. She was still smarting over that "moronic leech" remark.
"Oh, Eve," she sparkled at the liaison, "you're taking entirely the wrong attitude about this! We need to honor our authentic selves and celebrate the gorgeous mosaic that is our life script experience! So we got a little wasted and had a night of girlish passion together, we should rejoice in the infinite variety of human experience! Well, human and vampire experience. Whether we never do it again or become an item for all eternity, we mustn't let toxic expectations rob the bliss from our actualizing journey!"
Harmony embraced the stunned and horrified Eve. "This is the first day of the rest of our lives!" she chirped. And not a moment too soon, she was nearly out of self-help references.
Hours later, Harmony was eavesdropping on a badgering confab Eve was having with Angel. Time to run this up the flagpole and see if it turned into muffins, she thought gleefully. Within moments she was barging innocently into Angel's office with a freshly warmed mug of otter's blood in hand.
"Here you go!" she told Angel cheerfully, "I'm sorry it took so long, boss, but we had to get fresh squeezed." Before Angel could say "what?" Harmony turned to Eve.
"There you are, Evie! I was so hoping to run into you today but you just seemed to be hiding yourself, buried in work. Angel can be such a slave driver. You should really let her off the leash more, Eve is so much fun when she kicks back and let's herself go. Why, just the other night . . ."
"Harmony," Eve bleated in thinly disguised panic, "we shouldn't be wasting Angel's time he has so much to do and I have a little project I'd like you to work on with me if that's all right with you Angel of course it is it should only take the rest of the afternoon – LETS GO!"
"Excuse me, but what, exactly, is going on?" Angel asked as Eve grabbed Harmony's hand and began dragging the chatty blonde quickly out of the room.
"Oh, just something between girls, boss," Harmony threw over her shoulder along with a conspiratorial wink that bewildered him. Angel shook off his questions and relaxed in his big leather chair, sipping otter. Whatever Harmony was doing, or thought she was doing, if it got Eve off his neck a few extra minutes a day, more power to her.
Fini