A note on pronouns: I'm using feminine pronouns to refer to Claudine, though I feel it could realistically go either way (Exactly how much of what she feels is because of the time period she lived in? Who can tell?).
Note: Written for the First Kiss challenge at the yuridrabbles livejournal community.
Pairing: RosemariexClaudine
Warning: Spoilers for the very end of Claudine.
Disclaimer: Claudine is copyright Ikeda Riyoko and Shuueisha. I am using the characters for non-profit entertainment purposes only.
Squick warning: slight necrophilia.
Claudine's lips are cold and lifeless beneath hers, and both sets of lips are wet with her tears. Rosemary imagines instead that they are warm and soft and pliant, opening under hers like flower petals. She imagines that Claudine is reaching up to touch her face, caressing Rosemary's skin with her delicate fingers.
She changes the setting as well. They are not in Claudine's apartment, where Rosemary has just found her body lying lifeless on the floor. They are back home, in Vernon, perhaps in Claudine's living room or out in the forest where they'd gone riding together so many times.
It's a typical spring day. The sun is warm on her back, and birds are chirping somewhere nearby. Everything is all right, and Claudine loves her.
A long time passes before Rosemary picks up the phone to call for help in dealing with the body.