Outsidethebx

Taste

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 13:37:54 GMT

Title: Taste
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Prompt: I wrote this for the_pottingshed, in response to Challenge #29, 100 word drabbles.
Rating: PG
AN: Drabbles from both perspectives after the infamous first kiss.
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad Girls

Taste-Helen
Helen gingerly touched her lips as the cell door slammed, forcing herself to remember each touch and trying her best to forget. She looked down, expecting to see her pounding heart protrude from the tailored suit and realized, for the first time, that she was shaking. She cursed the inmate’s complete disregard for authority, and her own inability to dish out punishment. Her normally controlled demeanor was shattered, and she was left with the taste of Nikki Wade on her mouth. She licked her lips and remembered the odd combination of taste: …like a mixture of fags, coffee, and toothpaste…

Taste-Nikki
She slammed her fists onto the bed, and cursed her inability to keep her hands to herself. Her frustrations and been building, and seeing Helen so vulnerable had prompted Nikki to lose all inhibitions. Helen had been crying…Helen had been pouring out her heart…Helen had kissed back. Nikki smiled as she remembered the wing governor’s trembling soft lips, as they gently touched the inmates’. For a slight second, their tongues met, and then Helen pulled away, avoided looking into Nikki’s eyes, and fled the cell. Her salty tear-like taste, mixed with her afternoon tea was stained deep into Nikki’s memory.

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Restless Nights

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 11:45:54 GMT

Title: Restless Nights
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Prompt: I wrote this for passion_perfect, in response to the 5,000 Challenge
Rating: PG-13
AN: Little more angst than I normally write. I was sorta in that "mood."
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad Girls

Helen Stewart rolled over, checked her alarm clock for the millionth time, and angrily hit her pillow out of frustration. It had become virtually impossible to sleep alone, and even though Sean hadn’t worked out as her life-partner, she missed the warmth of his body sleeping close by. Sure, he’d been a snorer. And a bed hog. He even talked in his sleep once in a while.

Something about money market accounts and downing a few pints…

She smiled as she recalled the countless times she’d kicked his leg to stop the loud breathing that had awakened her at 3 in the morning. Yeah, she missed him. Or maybe she missed the routine.

Nikki

At this hour, there was no use pretending. It wasn’t that she missed Sean. She missed the constant companionship that they shared. She missed being held in the mornings, and being the recipient of the late night sloppy kisses. She missed someone listening to her, hearing her, believing in her. She didn’t miss Sean. She missed what a steady relationship provided.

She bunched Sean’s old pillows together and snuggled up close. It simply didn’t do the trick, though she damn well tried to pretend.

Short brown hair tickling the back of my neck as we sleep, her warm breath against my ear…I wonder if she snores? I’d love to hear her snore…

Ever since their first kiss, Nikki Wade had been a continuous actor in Helen’s nightly dreams. They’d sneaked out of Larkhall, to grab a cone of Nikki’s favorite flavor, organized a women’s golf tournament, made passionate love on the counter of Helen’s kitchen, and even downed a few shots of Stoli after a hard days’ work.

Helen wondered if it could become reality. After all, dreams did come true (sometimes), but they were beginning to take over her life. Every morning, she took an extra glance in the mirror, to make sure she looked just right. She re-applied her lipstick directly after pulling up at Larkhall’s front gate, and threw in a breath mint before walking through the garden. She timed it perfectly in the mornings, for she knew Nikki would be checking on her beloved plants.

… wonder if she’d teach me to garden?

She glanced at the clock again, and grimaced. Fifteen minutes since I last checked the bloody clock…

This was going to be a long night.

***

Nikki didn’t have an alarm clock. Her morning alarm was Sylvia Hollamby’s voice announcing her entry as she briskly opened the cell door. That was always a lovely start to the day. She liked waking to a woman’s voice, but adding ‘ole Bodybag to the picture was simply ridiculous.

She knew by the decreasing cat calls, laughter, and cries that the early morning hours were arriving, yet she was having difficulty sleeping…again.

It wasn’t that she missed Trish. She’d barely thought of her in weeks. She never had troubled adjusting to sleeping alone, either. It’s that she always wondered what she was doing.

Helen

She’d never thought Helen would give her the time of day. Then she did…and then they kissed. Nikki was a goner right after hearing that sexy Scottish accent, but after having the privilege of knowing the controlled and educated attributes that made up Helen Stewart…Nikki was crushing hard on the wing governor.

When she’d first entered Larkhall, her dreams contained her subconscious desire to escape, to reaffirm her commitment to Trish, and to continue their lives together. When Trish dumped her, her dreams consisted of anger and survival, like a lion hunting in the darkness, only having its senses to go by.

Back to that kiss.

Nikki didn’t expect to find love inside the prison. It was a bit too cliché for her anyway, but Helen had quickly changed all that. It was like all signs were screaming no, but every inch of Nikki wanted (needed) to touch Helen. So she did. And Helen kissed back.

From that point on, Nikki’s dreams were of Helen. She smiled as she thought of the more x-rated dreams of the bunch, and grinned when she realized that pretty much described every.single.one.

But she wanted Helen for more than just sex. She’d stayed with Trish out of companionship and comfort. But with Helen, she wanted a life.

***

Two hours later, Helen was still unable to conquer her sleep demon. She finally gave up on the thought altogether, got up, showered, and put on a pot of coffee.

It’s going to take a bit of magic to be presentable today…

Dark circles had gathered underneath her eyes, and lines of stress were evident on her brow.

She logged online to check her email, and rolled her eyes at the contents in her inbox.

Having trouble sleeping…this pill will do the trick. (delete)

Feeling lonely, can’t find a date… (delete)

Having trouble pleasing your… (delete)

Even her bloody emails were a reminder of her current circumstances.

***

Nikki tossed and turned, and was unable to fall asleep. No matter how she positioned her pillow, she never could get comfortable.

Helen’s probably fast asleep at this hour.

Nikki smiled at the thought of the wing governor snuggled up with her blankets and resting her head on the inmate’s shoulder.

One of these days…

She finally got out of bed and began pacing back and forth. There really wasn’t any point in trying to sleep. By the look of the light beginning to shine through the cell window, Sylvia would be coming in soon enough to send Nikki to breakfast.

She quietly began brushing her teeth, and attempted to put on makeup.

Fancy trying to do my mascara by this light…

***

Helen took her time getting ready, jumped in her car, and drove to Larkhall. Once she parked her vehicle, she re-applied her lipstick (like always), and ran a brush through her hair.

Not as dashing I’d like, but it’ll have to do…

She got out, popped a mint into her mouth, and began walking toward the garden.

***

“All right then, let’s go.” Sylvia Hollamby unlocked the cell door, and ushered Nikki toward the breakfast line. She quickly finished her meal, then headed out toward the garden for some fresh air.

The roses were looking like shit yesterday…

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Helen walking toward her, carrying her briefcase and morning coffee.

Nikki adjusted her shirt, and excitedly walked toward the wing governor.

“Heya, Nikki.”

“’Morning, Helen.” Nikki looked down into Helen’s eyes. “Have a good night, then?”

“Had some trouble sleeping, you?”

“Same here.” Nikki paused. “What kept you up?”

“Same ole thing, you know the drill.”

“Missing the former fiancé, thinking about work, excited to see my smiling face?”

“Something like that.” Helen grinned. “So what kept you up?”

Nikki grabbed Helen’s hand and pulled her into potting shed. “Here, let me show you.”

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So yeah

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 03:49:37 GMT

I know I said I'd write soon, but I simply haven't had the energy or the time. Between school, work, and some personal things, I just haven't been able to sit down and enjoy writing.

I have a midterm tomorrow night, and some papers and projects due within the next couple of weeks. Again, I'm hoping I can write for fun this weekend. I do need some comedy relief in my life right now, so it would be a nice reprieve.

I need to write for the potting shed challenge, so we'll see.

I've been reading people's entries, just haven't commented. I'm still here.

I'm still here

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:11:07 GMT

I've had a lot going on, and haven't had a chance to write. I'm hoping to get something done this weekend. Hope everyone else is doing well. :)

Welcome back Angie Harmon

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 02:09:56 GMT

Because words just can't describe....

damn. She's amazing.

Her Big Mouth

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 02:00:46 GMT

Title: Her Big Mouth
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom:Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Prompt: I wrote this for elliotjordan, in response to The song list challenge-the song I picked was Bigmouth Strikes Again , beta by bank_farter
Word Count: 1,256
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Scrubs

“...but they were in here…I know it.” Elliot Reid sat down on the couch, frantically dumped her purse out on the coffee table, and began searching through the items.

“Whoa, there, Stick. You’re making Jack look like a neat freak.”

Elliot looked up and glared at Jordan. “This is really serious.”

“It always is.”

“You could at least show some support.” Elliot’s hand brushed past a tube of lipstick, and knocked all the contents of her purse on to Jordan’s plush carpet. “I barely got my paperwork done, Dr. Cox was giving me orders up the wazoo, and J.D. was acting all weird and emotional…kinda like it was his time of the month.”

“Ok, first of all, you’re going to clean up the mess.” Jordan walked over, pulled Elliot up off the couch, and handed her a trash bag. “Got it?”

Elliot nodded.

“Good.” Jordan rolled her eyes. “And second…I’m sure you and Cheryl have similar menstrual cycles, but I really don’t want to hear about them. K?”

****
Jordan cleared her throat, and began tapping her foot impatiently. “You’re really making Jack look better by the minute.” She rolled her eyes.

Elliot grimaced slightly as she finished picking up the last of her belongings. “I…” She paused as she slowly stood up and closed the distance between her and Jordan. “I don’t know why you’re being so bossy tonight.” Elliot hesitated, as if she were expecting a harsh blow to come from the older woman.

“Oh sweetie…” Jordan began, “Have I hurt your feelings?” She traced her fingers down Elliot’s face and rested them lightly on her nose. “I would never purposely do such a thing.” She paused. “Do you need a hug?”

“Huh?’

“Yeah, I agree.” Jordan’s lips curled into a smile. “It would be totally weird if I were like that.” She smacked Elliot’s ass, and pushed her toward the kitchen. “Now stop whining, and throw out the trash.”

“….but I didn’t mean to…”

“Are you still talking?”

“Fine.”
***

“Happy now?” Elliot walked into the living room, and moved over toward Jordan. “I don’t see any stains.”

“Eh. Doesn’t matter anyway. Perry’s having the carpet cleaned tomorrow.”

“What?” Elliot’s lips pursed tightly together, and her face turned beet red. “You made me pick up every tiny bit of trash, but you knew the carpet cleaners were coming?”

“Oh.” Jordan grinned. “I forgot. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“You’re such a bitch sometimes.” Elliot’s eyes widened, as she covered her mouth with her hands and quickly turned away.

“What was that?”

“…nothing…” was all the doctor could muster.

“You better spit it out.”

Feeling Jordan’s gaze tearing into her back, Elliot began to shake.

“You’re really that scared me?”

“No?”

“Really.” The sarcastic tone in Jordan’s voice caused Elliot to turn around in surprise.

”You never treat me like an adult.” Elliot’s voice began to escalate from a low pitch to a high shrill. “You always make me do your dirty work, and you make me come over at night, while Dr. Cox is working late, to…”

“Do me?”

Elliot sighed. “Yes.”

“You’ve never complained before.”

“You’ve never asked if there was a problem.”

“Let me lay out the scenario for you, Stick.” Jordan leaned forward and was inches from Elliot’s face. “You’ll go home tonight, swearing that this is the last time. You’ll crawl in bed alone, and wake up to begin counting the minutes until your phone rings with the special ringtone you’ve programmed just for me.” She leaned closer to where her lips barely missed the doctors’. “Sound about right?”

“How’d you know you had a ringtone?’

“My god, I’m good.” Jordan poured herself a shot of Scotch and proudly took a sip. “What is it, anyway?”

“What is what?”

Jordan’s eyebrows arched as she stared at the blonde doctor. “Having trouble following simple sentences, or deflecting?”

“Deflecting?” Elliot wrinkled her nose. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly.”

“What?” Elliot’s face began to turn red, and beads of sweat were collecting on her brow. “Jordan, you’re not making sense.”

Jordan laughed. “Perry’s right—but I’ll never admit to saying that.” She paused and took another sip. “You really can’t handle stress.”

Elliot’s face returned to beet red, and she balled her hand into a fist. “Look, if you’re just going to waste my time, let me know, so we can get this over with and I can go home.”

“Really…” Jordan breathed, and rested her gaze on Elliot’s body.

“I…” Elliot returned Jordan’s stare, and tried her best to hide her intimidation. “What do you want?” Her voice took on a husky tone, and sounded more seductive than she intended.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“Still having trouble?” Jordan smiled. “Maybe we should have your ears checked out.”

Elliot blushed and slowly walked toward Jordan. She stopped directly in front of the brunette, but felt Jordan’s hands on her shoulder, pushing her into the kitchen.

“What? Do you want me to cook dinner?” Elliot looked over her shoulder, as she continued to walk. “I make an awesome tuna-casserole that you’d probably…”

Jordan put her finger on Elliot’s lips. “Shut up.”

“But…” Elliot saw that Jordan’s eyes had somehow gotten darker. Her thin lips were barely open, and were curled upward in a partial smile. She sniffed. “You smell nice.”

Jordan cupped Elliot’s face in her hand, and playfully slapped her cheek. “You never shut up do you?”

“I’m sorry. You just smell so nice, and I wanted to know…”

Jordan pushed Elliot onto the kitchen table, and crawled on top of the doctor.

“Not fair! It was my turn for topsies.

“Not tonight. You’re annoying me too much.”

Jordan leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Elliot’s, while reaching down to undo the doctor’s belt.

“You’ve barely kissed me!”

“I said you’re annoying.”

“Fine.” Elliot moved her legs farther apart, and allowed the brunette to take off her pants and underwear.

As Jordan hands touched her thigh, a shiver went down Elliot’s back.

“Wider.”

“What?”

Jordan looked down at Elliot. “Spread you legs wider.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Now touch yourself.”

Elliot’s head jerked up. “What?”

“Touch yourself.”

“How?”

“Do you really need a tutorial?”

Elliot wrinkled her nose. “No, I meant why.”

“Because I said too.”

“Oh.” She reached down, moved past her stomach, and placed her hand in between her thighs. She slowly began making circles around her clit, taking turns dipping her fingers into her wetness, and returning to her clit.

Elliot looked up and noticed that Jordan was watching her every movement. She quickened her pace, and began arching her hips as her fingers continued stroking her clit. She reached down to put a finger inside, but Jordan slapped it away.

“No.”

“But I need…”

“It’s mine. I’ll do it.”

Jordan reached down and dipped two fingers into Elliot’s wetness. The doctor moaned, and began bucking against the brunette, as she began a steady movement.

“More?”

“Say please?”

Elliot looked up to protest, but saw Jordan’s eyes dancing with delight.

“Please?”

Jordan complied, and easily placed two more fingers inside the doctor. Her pace increased, as Elliot continued touching herself.

“Faster…please…”

Elliot’s head tipped back, and her fingers moved quickly in between her legs. Jordan’s steady rhythm increased as the doctor’s hips raised off the kitchen table, and let out a single word as came.

“Jordan…”

Jordan smiled as she got off the table and stared down at the doctor.

“You ok, there Stick?”

Elliot face twisted into a smile, and she reached up to Jordan. “You’re amazing…”

“You never did shut up.”

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The Rumor

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 18:02:34 GMT

Title: The Rumor
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki, with none slashy appearances by many other cast members.
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: I wrote this for the_pottingshed, in response to Challenge #27, gossip
Word Count: 955
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad Girls

“There’s no way, man. I’m telling ya, I don’t believe it.”

“Come on, Den, I’ve never lied to you.” Shell Dockley stared over at her friend. “Well, I’m telling ya, it’s for real. It really happened.”

“…just like that?”

“Yeah. What you think of it?” Shell laughed. “It’s bloody brilliant, innit?”

Denny Blood jumped up, brushed past Shell, and headed toward to the cell door. “I can’t wait to tell the Julies about this one.” Her lips curled into a smile. “They’re never gonna believe it.”

***
“You’ve got to be joking.”

“…yeah, I don’t believe it.”

Denny settled in, next to the two Julies, and began to eat her breakfast. “Yeah, I know. That’s exactly what I told Shell.”

“I reckon it was bound to happen sooner or later.” Julie Saunders looked up as Nikki Wade sat down.

“’Morning girls.”

“All right Nikki?’

“Heya Nikki.”

“Having a serious conversation this early? One of you planning to dig you way out of here with your breakfast spoon?’

Julie Johnston leaned forward and looked over at Nikki. “…you haven’t heard?”

“…heard what?”

“All right ladies, what’s all the fuss about?” Sylvia Hollamby stopped by the table, and looked inquisitively at the women.

“Nothing, Miss.” Denny attempted to stifle her laughter as Sylvia crossed her arms and stared down at the inmate.

“I wouldn’t trust you, Blood, with my toilet paper before a flush.”

“Good thing, Miss. We knew you were full of shit anyway.”

The table erupted in laughter, as Sylvia’s face turned red.

“You should be on the block for that.”

“Oh come on, Miss.” Julie Saunders looked up as Sylvia reached for Denny. “She was just having a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, Miss.” Julie Johnston chimed in. “She didn’t really mean it, did you Den?”

Denny shook her head, and put on her best puppy dog expression. “I’m sorry, Miss, really.”

Sylvia took a step back and sternly looked at the inmate. “Well, all right then. But I’m watching you, Blood. I know you’re up to something.”

The girls waited until Sylvia walked away to continue their conversation.

“So, what happened?” Nikki lowered her tone, and directed her question to the two Julies.

“Denny heard it all, didn’t she, Jue?”

“Yeah, she was just telling us.”

Denny finished up her food, and leaned forward. “Ok, but you can’t make a big deal outta it.”

***
“So I heard there’s something juicy going around.” Yvonne Atkins strolled into Nikki cell, and sat down on the bed.

“Come again?”

“Oh don’t tell me you haven’t heard. Your ear’s closer to the ground than mine half the time.”

“Please.” Nikki smiled and sat up. “You’ve shown yourself to be quite resourceful when needed.”

“When I needed to get shagged, you mean?”

“Something like that.”

“Darling, when a girl needs a good lay, she’ll do anything to get her fill.” Yvonne grinned. “I was cooped up way too long, I was about to go mad.”

“You acted like it was a dire emergency.”

“It was.”
Nikki grinned, then looked over at her friend. “Well, I dunno how much truth there is, but it started with Shell, then came to Denny, and now you’ve come asking me.”

“Regular ole game of telephone aye?”

Nikki smiled. “Just a bit juicer.”

“Just my type of story…”

***

“All right, Wade, let’s have you.” Sylvia unlocked Nikki’s door and motioned for her to exit.

“Miss…” Nikki walked toward the prison officer, and put her hand on Sylvia’s shoulder. “…we’ve been through this before. You’re a little too old…”

“Not now, we don’t have time for your mouth. You’ve an appointment.”

“With who?”

Sylvia grabbed Nikki’s arm and hustled her through the door. “Miss Stewart.”

“What?”

“I dunno…do I look like I know everything?”

“Well obviously not. You wouldn’t be working here if you did.”

***
“Thank you Sylvia, we’ll be fine.” Helen closed the library door, and looked over at the inmate.

“So, how you been getting along?”

Nikki took a step toward Helen, wrapped her arms around the lifer’s liaison officer, and gently kissed her lips.

For a brief second, Helen returned the kiss, then pressed her hands on Nikki’s chest, and looked up into her eyes. “Not now, Nikki, we have to talk.”

“This sounds familiar.”

Helen laughed, and playfully pushed Nikki away. “I do have to work, you know.”

“Yeah, and my appeal, I get it.” She grumbled. “So what you wanna talk about?”

Helen sat down and took out a folder. “I heard there are some rumors...”

“…you seriously brought me in here to rat?”

“Nikki…”

“You always ask me to do favors. One of these days, people will find out.”

“This is different. It’s about an officer.”

“Oh, that rumor.” Nikki smiled and began to laugh. “So you heard about it, aye?”

“Bits and pieces, more like. Why don’t you tell me the rest.”

***

“All right girls, let’s get a move on.” Jim Fenner walked up to the lunch line, and motioned for the girls to hurry.

“…heard you’re having some troubles, Mr. Fenner.”

“No, man, Shell’ll be pissed.” Denny bit down on her lower lip and shot a nervous glance toward Shell.

“What was that, Atkins?” Fenner took a step forward.

She grinned. “Do you know how to fix faulty equipment?” She laughed. “Ya know…if something isn’t working just right? Not staying up perhaps?”

Fenner grabbed Yvonne’s arm, and lowered his tone as he spoke firmly into her ear. “I don’t know what you’re going on about, but it stops now.”

“Look girls…” Yvonne pushed away from the officer, and addressed the group. “I’ve got a rise outta Fenner.” She looked over at Shell. “…bit jealous are you?”

“That’s it, love. You’re on the block.”

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Her Memory

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 02:30:10 GMT

Title: Her Memory
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Rating: NC-17 (spanking)
Prompt: I wrote this for femslash_today, in response to The Porn Battle
AN: The prompt was Jordan/Elliot and "spank."
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Scrubs

“I called 45 min. ago, did you get lost or something?” Jordan Sullivan rolled her eyes and tapped her foot, awaiting an answer.

“What?”

“You go deaf too?”

“No, I…” Elliot Reid took off her coat, and closed the apartment door. “I was headed out when my mother called.”

“..ever heard of caller ID?’

Elliot sat down on the couch. “I had to hear all about Sergio, the new pool boy, the weird Asian family that moved in next door, and how she’s thinking about getting her boobs redone.” She grabbed her chest and looked over at Jordan. “Do you think mine are still ok?”

“No, they’d be much better if…”

“You don’t like my boobs anymore?” Elliot’s face twisted into sadness, as her cheeks became red, and her lips trembled. “But they’ve always been my best feature, and everyone always loved them…especially you.” She reached over to grab the telephone book. “I’ve got to get them fixed.”

Jordan took away the book and looked over at Elliot. ”If you’d let me finish, instead of freaking out, like usual, you wouldn’t be so upset.”

“Sorry?”

“No, the moment’s past.”

“Jordan…” A tear threatened to trickle down Elliot’s cheek, and she laid her hand on Jordan’s leg. “Please?”

Jordan’s lips curled into a smile. “You’ve done two things wrong tonight. Care to guess what they are?”

“I’m in no mood to play.”

“Why’d you come over then?”

“Because you told me too.”

“Then answer the question.”

Elliot sighed. “Fine.” She wrinkled her nose and looked at the ground. “I was late…”

“Yep.”

“I don’t know, can you just tell me?”

Jordan reached over, grabbed Elliot’s hand, and pulled her off the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you remember. Lean over.”

Elliot whirled around and stared at Jordan. “No way.”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“I’m not going to lean over the couch and become your little toy.”

“Little late for that argument.”

Elliot’s mouth gapped open. “No. I won’t do it. I have a little more respect for myself…”

Jordan placed her foot in between Elliot’s legs and moved them six inches apart. She placed her palm on the small of the doctor’s back, and added pressure, forcing Elliot’s hands to jut out to catch herself as she fell forward.

“Jordan….I…”

“Pull your pants down.”

Elliot tried to turn around, but the force of Jordan’s swat, caused her knees to go weak.

“OhmygodIcan’tbelieveyoujustdidthat.”

“’cuse me?”

“Why did you…”

“Still having trouble remembering?”

Elliot looked down in silence.

“You going to pull your pants down?”

“Do I have too?”

Swat

“Ok.” Elliot stood up, and turned away from Jordan.

“Face me.”

“What?”

“We really need to work on your hearing.” Jordan rolled her eyes and continued. “Face me.”

Elliot meekly turned to face Dr. Cox’ ex-wife. She unbuckled her belt, unzipped her jeans, and slowly stepped out, one leg at a time.

Jordan pointed to Elliot’s underwear. “Those too.”

“Fine.” Elliot laid her panties on the coffee table, and stood in front of Jordan. “Now what?”

“Bend over.”

Swat

“I’m not stopping until you remember.”

Swat

“Jordan….I don’t remem…”

Swat

“You will.”

Swat

“Was it because…”

Swat

“WAIT.” Elliot turned around and covered her reddened ass with her hands. “That’s soooo not fair. I was going to tell you something, but you kept going and didn’t give me a chance.”

Jordan rolled her eyes. “Should’ve said it faster.”

“Ok, can you give me a second?”

“I’m not known for my patience, Stick. Spit it out, or I’ll keep helping you.”

“Was it my boobs?”

Jordan’s eyes narrowed and she stared at Elliot. “What about your boobs?”

“I interrupted you.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Was that it?”

“Do you think it was?”

“Yes.”

“You’re right.”

Elliot took a step forward and put her hand on Jordan’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“I am.” Elliot gave Jordan her best puppy dog look. “Can you please finish what I interrupted?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“Please?”

Jordan sat down and looked over at Elliot. “If you wouldn’t have had your conniption fit, I was going to say I liked your boobs.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like them.”

“I don’t…” Jordan paused. “…when I can’t see them.”

“Huh?’

“God, you doctors are all alike. You never get things the first time.”

Elliot frowned. “Explain…please?”

“Fine. Let’s take this in baby steps, ok?”

Elliot nodded.

“I asked you to come over, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, that means you’d eventually be naked, right?”

Elliot frowned.

“Is it getting any clearer?”

“You like me better naked?” Elliot squealed and jumped off the couch.

“Pretty much.”

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Her Rules

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 03:04:10 GMT

Title: Her Rules
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Prompt: I wrote this for femslash_today, in response to The Porn Battle
AN: Beta by bank_farter and the prompt was Jordan/Elliot and "lick."
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Scrubs

“This is how it’s going to work. You listening?”

Elliot Reid whirled around and stumbled over the couch.

“What?”

“…the couch hasn’t moved since the last time you were here.” Jordan Sullivan twisted a strand of hair in between her fingers and smiled. “What are you…nervous?”

“Me, no. I mean…”

“You clarify so well.”

“We haven’t done it here in a while, and I’m afraid that Dr. Cox will show up…” Elliot paused as her face turned red, “…and then I’ll lose my job, be forced to work at Burger King, and I’ll never be able to pay my rent.”

“Please. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’d at least be hired at Applebees.”

Elliot sat down on the couch, and looked over at Jordan. “Would you quit being an evil monster and finish what you were saying?”

Jordan laughed and poured herself some scotch. “Want some?”

“No, and would you please finish?”

“Good girl, that’s exactly what I want to hear.”

Elliot’s nose wrinkled as she looked over in confusion. “What?”

“Stick, tonight, we’re playing by my rules.” Jordan took a sip of scotch and walked over toward Elliot. “Which means you have to be nice…” She sat down next to the doctor, and traced her fingers down Elliot’s arm. “…and I don’t.”

Elliot rolled her eyes and laughed. “…like that’s any different than normal.”

Jordan leaned forward and whispered into Elliot’s ear. “My tongue won’t touch your clit, unless you say please.”

“I don’t beg.”

“You will tonight.”

“Jordan, there’s no way I’m going to beg.”

“We’ll see.”

Jordan pulled Elliot forward, yanked off her scrubs top, and crushed their lips together.

“Like my frontsie?”

“You would interrupt, wouldn’t you?”

Elliot looked down and stared at the floor. “I just thought you’d like it, that’s all. I was looking in Victoria Secret, trying to pick out something for you...”

“Please, it probably was on sale and you were late.”

“Just 15 minutes, and it was only 10% off.”

Jordan laughed. “So predicable.” She motioned toward the bra and looked up at Elliot. “You going to take it off, or what?”

“Oh, yeah.” Elliot reached up, unhooked the front clasp, and slid each arm out of the straps. She laid the bra on the coffee table, and turned to face Jordan. “Happy now?”

“Not yet.” Jordan rubbed her palms over Elliot’s nipples, then rolled each one firmly between her fingers.

“Jordan…” Elliot squirmed against the pressure, but couldn’t conjure up a realistic protest.

“Don’t be such a little girl, Elliot. So not a turn on.” She returned to Elliot’s nipples, taking each into her mouth, licking them in a circular motion, then gently biting the hardened area. She traced her fingers down the doctor’s flat stomach and stopped short of her scrubs drawstring.

“Want me to keep going?”

Elliot nodded, her eyes taking on a dark shadowy look, and her chest rising in anticipation.

“Take them off.”

Elliot stood up, took off her blue hospital pants, and pink panties, and laid them next to her bra.

“See, I matched too.”

“You don’t stop, do you?”

“Sorry.”

Elliot laid back down on the couch, and Jordan returned to making a trail in between Elliot’s breasts, past her stomach, and down her inner thighs. She grinned as a moan escaped Elliot’s mouth.

“You like that?”

“I…ummm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

The doctor parted her legs and lifted up her hips, as Jordan dipped two fingers inside, and began a fast and steady rhythm, while her thumb rubbed against Elliot’s clit.

Jordan placed another finger inside, and Elliot opened her legs farther and groaned with pleasure.

“You want more?”

Elliot nodded furiously.

“You want me to lick your clit?”

“Yes.”

“Not until you say the word.”

“Jordan…”

“Nope, wrong word.” Jordan removed her fingers from inside Elliot, and lightly brushed against her clit.

“You can’t do that!” Elliot reached up to pull Jordan toward her, and grabbed her hand. She placed Jordan’s fingers in between her legs, and looked up at the brunette. “That’s not fair.”

“Say the word.”

“You’re really going to make me aren’t you?”

“Yep.” She dipped one finger inside and teased Elliot for a moment. “Well?”

“Pleasefortheloveofgod…Please”

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Time

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 04:01:44 GMT

Title: Time
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Prompt: I wrote this for femslash_today, in response to The Porn Battle
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad Girls

Helen Stewart valued control more than anyone she knew. She daily ate the exact same food, at the exact same times, and closely followed each meal with an exact shot of Stoli. She’d been called a control freak, on more than one occasion, and secretly took great pride in maintaining status quo.

But then she found herself locked in a Larkhall prison cell, with Nikki Wade’s body pressing into hers.

“No, Nikki, it’s too dangerous. Fenner’ll be by in a minute.”

“…then we have 59.5 seconds, and believe me, it’s enough.”

Helen was surprised how quickly she gave in, and allowed Nikki to take charge. It wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined, but it certainly felt nice.

Nikki led the wing governor to her bed, and gently kissed her lips. She allowed her fingers to trail down Helen’s face, and reached underneath her blouse to touch her hot skin.

“Hurry, Nikki…”

“…bit horny are you?’

“God, just get on with it…before I lose my nerve.”

Nikki smiled as she pulled up Helen’s skirt, and moved past her undergarments. She lightly brushed her fingers over Helen’s clit, then placed two digits inside her center.

“You like that, Helen?”

Muffled moans were Helen’s response, coupled with the lifting of her hips to accept more of Nikki.

Nikki leaned forward, pressed farther into Helen, and gently flicked her tongue around her clit.

Seconds felt like hours, as Helen lost all control, closed her eyes, tightened around Nikki’s fingers, and arched her back as she came.

When she finally opened her eyes, the grinning inmate gently kissed Helen’s forehead.

“What’s so funny?”

“We have 6 seconds to spare. Wanna have another go?”

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Her Results

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 20:09:23 GMT

Title: Her Results
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Summary: Takes place during season three, after Sean comes home from his 5 month stint.
Prompt: I wrote this for passion_perfect, in response to The Cliche Challenge
Cliche: Pregnancy
AN: Beta from the lovely bank_farter
Archiving: Sure
Rating: R-sexual references
Word Count-1,609
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Scrubs

Calm down, Elliot. It’s not time to freak out…yet. Elliot Reid blew the bangs out of her eyes, and quickly walked down the busy hallway. Ok, so maybe it is. I don’t know who the father is, no one will ever support me, and daddy will send me to an unwed mother’s home in Shreveport, Louisiana. Her nose wrinkled as she considered the possibilities. I’ve always wanted to try gumboo…

“I can kill him if you want me too.”

Elliot’s head jerked up and she stumbled over the mop bucket.

“What?”

The janitor leaned against the hospital wall, and held the mop up like a sword. “I know people.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Whoever’s making you sad. I suspect Dr. Dorian.” He paused and stared up toward the ceiling. “I follow him around everyday, tracking his every move…” He pointed to a small notebook in his shirt pocket. “…taking notes. I lost him the other day, though. What’d he do?”

Elliot shook her head and started to walk away. She managed to squeak “Nothing” as she rounded the corner.

“Just remember…I know people.”

***
Great. Now I have the creepy janitor putting a contract out on J.D. Elliot frowned. That sooo would have been useful when Jeremy Saunders followed me home after 10th grade English and wanted to play hide the pickle.

“Ahh Dr. Reid, so nice of you to join us this morning.”

Elliot gulped and attempted to fix her wrinkled scrubs. “Yes, Dr. Kelso…sir?”

“How are you holding up there, sweetheart?’

How could he know? Wait, there’s no way. Elliot’s heartbeat increased and tiny beads of sweat began to form on her brow. Unless he was at CVS when I bought the test kit. There was that short crinkly man with a black hood. Her face turned red, and her body began to shake. Oh god.

“Listen sir, I can explain.” Elliot began to flap her arms back and forth and tears welled up in her eyes. “I was there for my friend to pick up a kit, and it’s notformeIpromise.”

Dr. Kelso gulped down some coffee and looked over his notes. “Dr. Reid? You talk too much.” He paused to take another sip. “Now, I need to get Enid a present.”

Elliot breathed a sigh of relief. “For what, Sir?”

“Her 6th graduation of fat camp.” Dr. Kelso propped up against the nurse’s station and set down his cup.

“Dr. Kelso, I just remembered I need to take care of this…this thing.”

“Need time to think about it? I’ll expect your suggestions by lunch: it’s tapioca pudding day.”

***
Almost there, just a few more feet. Elliot looked over her shoulder and thanked Peter, Paul and Mary that the hallway was empty. She quickly opened the single stall handicapped bathroom, and went inside.

Could anything else go wrong? Of all the people to run into…the janitor and Dr. Kelso…She took out a white plastic CVS bag, and set it on the sink. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Elliot took out the pink and white box and read the directions: Remove Overcap. Simply hold the test stick by the thumb grip and place the absorbent tip in your urine stream for 5 seconds. Lay the test stick down on a flat surface with the result window on the clear side facing up.

Eww. She took out the test kit and pulled down her scrubs. Why can’t they have one that you can spit on, or fart…

***
Ok, 3 minutes. Elliot put the pregnancy test on the floor, and reached down to pull up her scrubs. The door began to open, and Elliot frantically tried to jam it shut.

“Don’t pretend to be Wonder Woman, Stick, let me in. I know you’re in here.”

Elliot whispered, “How did you know it was me?”

“Who else hangs out in the bathroom during their breaks?”

“Oh.” Elliot hid by the door and allowed Jordan Sullivan access.

“Besides, I saw you go inside.”

Elliot grabbed the waist band of her pants, but lost her balance, and fell, face first on to the tiled floor.

“Frick.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Jordan whirled around and stared at Elliot’s half naked frame. “I knew you were borderline crazy, and quite possibly a nympho, but playing with yourself in the handicap stall is a little much.”

“No, Jordan, it’s not what you think.”

“That’s a rarity.”

Elliot picked up the empty box and handed it to Jordan. She looked down and awaited the explosion.

“Oh. I’ve done those a bunch of times.” She dropped the box on to the floor. “I use to buy them in bulk. Saved me money while I was in college.”

Elliot shook her head and muttered, “Raise your hand if you’re surprised.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

Jordan knelt down and directed Elliot’s face upward. “If you’ve got something to say—grow some balls and spit it out.” She paused and looked over at the test. “Otherwise, go over there and find out if the world should don black and go into mourning.”

“It’s not just that.”

“Geez, what now.”

“If I am, well, you know…” Elliot began to sniffle. “I don’t know who the father is.”

“Honey, you really did steal a few pages from my book.” Jordan smiled and sat down next to Elliot. “So, who are the potential sperm donors?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Did mommy and daddy not tell you how the process works?”

Elliot’s face turned red and she leaned against the wall. “No, I’m well aware.” She paused and looked up at Jordan. “It’s either J.D. or Sean.”

“Just can’t stop screwing little DJ, can you?”

“No, it’s not what you think.”

Jordan rolled her eyes. “That argument’s a little old.”

“Sean was gone for five months, and J. D. and I were cuddling on the couch…”

“They really never told you about the birds and the bees did they?”

Elliot slammed her hands down on the floor. “LISTEN! Sean was gone for five months, and I went over to J.D.’s because I was lonely. We ended up screwing around, but Sean came back, and, I was so happy to see him, and we…”

“…made up for the 5 sexless months of torture?”

“Something like that.”

“Fabulous. Very impressive.”

Elliot attempted to cover her lower region with her hands. “Are you staring at me?”

Jordan smirked and replied dismissively, “Don’t flatter yourself there, Barbie. It’s not like yours is the first I’ve seen.”

Elliot blushed and lowered her gaze. “Oh.” But she was staring…I think…and her eyes seemed softer…darker…

“You seem surprised.”

“I just thought you only devoured men, that’s all.”

Jordan traced her finger down Elliot’s arm. “I would never limit myself to a specific species.”

Elliot pulled her arm away and pushed up off the ground.

“Where are you going?”

“To pull up my pants and check the results.”

Jordan reached up and grabbed Elliot’s waist. “No you’re not.”

“But, I’ve got to know…”

Jordan’s lips crushed Elliot’s as she brought her to the floor. “Don’t worry about it,” She muttered as she positioned herself between Elliot’s thighs.

“Jordan, what are you doing?” Elliot jerked away and her mouth gaped open in surprise.

“You’re positive you had the “Big Talk” with your parents?”

“Yes, but I’m not a lesbian.” Elliot crossed her arms and stubbornly looked up at Jordan. “I don’t kiss girls.”

“Never?”

“Look. This could potentially change my life, and all you can think about is how many girls I’ve kissed?” Elliot wrinkled her nose and shook her head in disgust. “I guess that shouldn’t surprise me though…since you’re practically dead inside...”

“You’re not.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re not.”

Elliot stared at Jordan. “What do you mean?”

“Geez, you’re more dense than I thought.” Jordan pointed toward the test. “I saw the results when I walked in the door.” Jordan laughed. “It takes 3 minutes, not 25.”

Elliot’s face turned red and she hit Jordan’s arm. “So you knew the entire time?”

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was bored. You provided some much needed entertainment.” Jordan cocked her head to the side and looked over at Elliot. “Go ahead.”

Elliot gritted her teeth and muttered “What?”

“Freak out. You know you want to.” Jordan snapped her fingers. “Let’s have it.”

I’m not giving her the benefit of being right. But, how dare she not tell me. Elliot clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She's cruel, heartless, sadistic… Elliot’s eye began to twitch and her lips tightly pursed together.

“You’re so….”

“Yes?”

“Mean.” Frick. Good one, you really gave it to her.

Jordan clapped her hands together. “Wow. That’s the best you can come up with?” She shook her head. “Such a letdown.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Getting better.”

“…bully…”

Jordan sighed. “I had high hopes for you, Stick…”

Elliot’s face turned almost purple and she stood up and pointed her finger at Jordan. “You can’t have your way with people all the time. It’s not right.” Elliot paused to collect her thoughts. “Just because you boss Dr. Cox around, and J.D., and Dr. Kelso, doesn’t mean you own the rights to me too.”

“Feel better?”

Elliot sat back down. “Yeah, a little bit. Do always have to be a raving bitch?”

“Only when you’re a psychotic space case.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Elliot looked over at Jordan. “So how many girls have you kissed, anyway?”

“I was adding another to my list, but you pulled away and freaked out.” Jordan smiled. “You never did pull up your scrubs, though.” She scooted over closer to Elliot. “What are we going to do about that?”

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ummm wow.

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 12:34:13 GMT

Ok seriously. I usually don't post videos, but this is one for the ages.

Kepler, Newton, and Bohr, oh my

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 14:37:01 GMT

I have a midterm this evening, so I've been busy studying, for the past couple of days. I've looked at this information so much, that it's almost suffocating to look and/or think about. (I guess that's a good thing, though.)

Anyway, during my study breaks, I've mentally written parts of my next two fics. If I have the time, I'm going to write for the passion_perfect cliches challenge, and use the same cliche for both Bad Girls (Helen/Nikki) and Scrubs (Elliot/Jordan). My plan is to do Elliot/Jordan first. I could love to do a fic for the FoL month also, but I don't know how well I could write Jo/Blair. I love that pairing so much, but don't know if I could pull it off.

So yeah...I've been very busy with work+school, but hopefully after tonight, stress will ease up. *Someone pass me some form of alcohol*

Oh and if I haven't commented on your journals...it's not for lack of caring. I've been pretty busy.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming...I'm off to study.

The Crush

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 19:48:08 GMT

Title: The Crush
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Summary: Takes place directly after episode 206, when Helen visits Nikki at Larkhall.
Prompt: I wrote this for the_pottingshed, in response to Challenge #26- The Humor Challenge
AN: Beta from the lovely bank_farter
Archiving: Sure
Rating: PG-13
Word Count-522
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls

“Well don’t just sit there looking heart-broken; it’s back to the cell for the likes of you.” Sylvia Hollamby stood in front of Nikki Wade and gestured toward the door. “And don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in your mind.”

“What?”

“I saw the way you were looking at Miss Stewart. All glossy eyed and rosy cheeked, like a school girl crush during mid summer holiday…”

“Did you get tired of staring, or just decide that I’d never fancy an old bag like you?”

Sylvia sighed and shook her head. “I’ve been in this job for too long.”

“Either that or they’re starting the hiring age at sixty.”

Sylvia straightened her wrinkled white uniform shirt and looked over at the inmate. “The way you were looking at her…I thought you’d be drooling all over yourself.”

“..Bit jealous are you? Wish I was getting off thinking ‘bout you?” Nikki smirked as she stood up and walked toward the door. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Miss.”

“Miss Stewart might be a little naïve, but I know what you’re planning.”

“What are you going on about?”

“She’s not going to fall victim to your lesbian tendencies. There’s no way she’ll fancy someone like you.”

“Maybe not, but you on the other hand…”

Sylvia shuffled forward and stuck her finger in front of Nikki’s face. “Listen here. I’ve got half a mind to report you for disrespect.”

“Half a mind? Yeah, that’s about right.” Nikki grinned as Sylvia’s lips pursed together in anger. “The lot of us always wondered what happened to the other half.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. “Did it happen with age or in taking care of ‘ole Bobby?”

“Oh get on with it.” Sylvia pointed toward the exit and impatiently tapped her foot.

“Believe me…” Nikki turned and winked at the officer. “I will.”

Sylvia’s face turned red and she tripped over a chair as she walked toward the inmate.

“Need me to lend you a hand? Been told I’m pretty good at that sort of thing.”

“Why I…stop spreading your disgusting and unnatural ideas around here.” Sylvia grabbed Nikki’s arm and began escorting her back to the cell.

“You afraid you’ll catch it?”

“That’s it, Wade, I’ve had about enough of you. Ms Betts is going to hear about this.” Sylvia chuckled. “Your Miss Stewart can’t save you anymore.”

“You becoming obsessed with Miss Stewart?”

“What?”

Nikki leaned forward and looked down at the prison officer. “The way you keep going on, you’d figure you’re starting to fancy her. Always bringing her up and all. Should I tell her to expect flowers?”

Sylvia unlocked Nikki’s door and motioned for her to enter. “One more word out of you and you’ll be on report.”

***
“I know I shouldn’t ‘ave called, but this couldn’t wait.” Nikki covered the pay phone receiver with her hand and waited until no one was in earshot. A smile spread across her face as she lowered her voice and continued. “…so be careful Helen. Not only might you be my next victim, but ole Bodybag’s got a crush on you.”

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I'm restless tonight.

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 03:59:09 GMT

I'm going to be busy for a couple of days, but hopefully will have some time to write. (Actually, I'm planning on making time.) Anyway, my goal is to have a finished fic by late Sunday/early Monday, in response to the potting shed challenge.

In other news:
I have to keep reminding myself that work/school/family come before writing. I fear it doesn't always work out the way it should. Is there an AA-like group for fandom? If I'm not writing/reading fanficion, I'm thinking/planning my next storyline. Shall we all gather 'round, stand up one by one and admit we have a "problem?" Maybe afterward we can roast marshmallows, hold hands and sing "Kum ba ya." (Then we'd write.)

Excuse me while I ask a question (or 5)

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 11:48:35 GMT

Inspired by redsnake05 in this entry, I wanted to throw out some thoughts to everyone.

All of us are obviously into fandom and have quite the active imagination. The first time I remember playing "pretend" was with Jem and the Holograms

For some reason, I wasn't happy with just watching the cartoon. I went outside, took my plastic vacuum cleaner, hide behind my house, and danced and sang like I was member of the band, using the vacuum cleaner as my microphone. My mother poked her head out the widow and demanded to know what was going on. I sheepishly explained, and the vacuum cleaner was confiscated. Now that part was because I grew up in an extremely conservative/ubber scary prison-like home (in the South), but I quickly learned that some imagination shouldn't be shared.

As I got older, and pretended to be an American Gladiator, Carmen Sandiego, and one of the characters in Mr. Rodgers' neighborhood, I hide/only included certain people in my fantasy world and knew (even at a young age) that not everyone would understand.

Let's face it: All children have active imaginations, but some of "us" (thankfully) never grew up. I'm constantly creating stories in my head, whether it's fanfiction, original stories, or different endings to conversation/situations. Obviously, not everyone is like me/us. We don't shout to the world that we're into fandom. I feel like it's a whole new level of "outing myself" when I meet someone and fanfic is discussed.

What turns off the "imagination station" in others? Like I suggested to redsnake05 does it have something to do with a massive amount of heterosexual relationships being depicted in books, tv, and movies, (be it both healthy and unhealthy), and some of us yearn for something we can relate too? I don't feel that's 100% accurate because, as we all know, het fic exists, as to het writers, so something else drives fanfic writers to ummm write.

Wanting to see a f/f relationship (especially one that's almost canon due to subtext) is probably my personal drive, but what is yours? Why do you think some adults are weirded out by fandom and don't understand that we're very much attached to reality, realize these characters aren't real, but want to expand what the original writer's didn't? Granted, I'm relatively new, as I've only been writing fanfic since June, but I can't turn off/stop the story lines and would potentially go crazy if I tried.

Edit: I'm in no way attempting to link fannish behavior to a childlike mentality. I'm simply referring to when I first remembered imagining, and wondered if that's where it began with me. I want to know where everyone's drive to write fanfic is from. I realize that children have a very basic knowledge of characters and situations and what we do is far more developed.

Coming Out

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 02:49:03 GMT

Title: Coming Out
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Summary: 989 word continuation about Elliot's phone conversation with her mom. Her Phone Call
AN: bank_farter is my lovely beta. Written for passion_perfect Theme #2 Missed Opportunities
Archiving: Sure
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Scrubs

It took a second for Elliot to comprehend the entire situation. Not only was Jordan forcing her to come out to her mother, but she was making her do it over the phone by using sex as the bargaining tool.

“There’s no way…and you can’t make me.” Elliot placed the phone back on the night stand and stubbornly returned Jordan’s stare (or at least conjured up the best confident look she could muster). “Besides, Mother is too busy with her pool boy; Dad is probably staying late lecturing his favorite nurse…”

Jordan reached over to grab the phone, but Elliot stood up in front of the nightstand, and tried her best to copy Hilary Swank’s fighting stance in The Next Karate Kid. (She’d watched the movie over and over again when she was little.)

“… and if you make me touch that phone I’ll run outside and tell the neighbors that you’ve held me hostage against my will and refused to let me pee!”

“Pipe down there, kung-fu Barbie.” Jordan flung back the covers and moved closer to Elliot. “You’ve had every opportunity in the world to tell you mother. She’s beginning to ask about weddings and grandchildren…” Jordan paused and gently flicked the tip of Elliot’s nose. “…and not only do I not do white, but children will never be a part of this—whatever this is.” She smirked. “You’d probably accuse me of wanting to eat them anyway.”

Elliot frowned and stared off toward the floor. “But I always wanted to have a beautiful little girl named Josephine Marie. Little Joey and I would learn to braid each other’s hair, paint our toenails pink, and catch the day after Thanksgiving sales at the mall.”

“I think I just threw up a little in the back of mouth.”

Elliot mumbled something about Jordan being a bully, crossed her arms, and looked away.

Jordan stood up and walked briskly to the opposite side of the bed. She leaned down and was inches away from Elliot’s face. “Listen Stick. You can’t even be responsible enough to tell your mother the truth. Why in the name of all that’s unholy would you even think of bringing a child into this so called adult life that you claim to be a member?”

“But I just want them to be proud of me.”

Jordan threw her hands in the air and sighed. “God, Elliot, when are you ever going to understand…it doesn’t matter what they think of you.” She rolled her eyes and handed Elliot the phone. “You need to concentrate on doing what’s right for yourself…and me.”

***
“Umm Mom? Yes…I know I just called. No, there’s no emergency.” Elliot sat back down on the bed and sighed as Jordan motioned for her to continue. “Mom, please stop talking to Jose for a minute. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to interrupt the pool cleaning...no, I’m not being a brat. MOM!” Elliot paused to catch her breath. “There’s something I need to tell you, actually we’ve needed to talk about it for a while.”

Elliot covered the receiver with her hand and looked over at Jordan. “I don’t think I can do this. I’m sorry.”

Jordan picked up a pair of silver handcuffs and a black leather paddle. “If you ever want to see these puppies again, I’d suggest you grow a pair and tell her.”

“I can’t believe you bought those. I’ve been eyeing them for months.” She leaned over to give Jordan a quick kiss but her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I was figuring out what to say.” She paused one last time. “You’ve always said that you thought I was a lesbian, that I’d never give you grandchildren and that I’d be the type of child who’d you'd be afraid to claim at family reunions. Well, you’re right.” She held the phone away from her ear and cringed. “I’m sorry.”

Jordan smacked the back of Elliot’s head. “What have I told you about standing up for yourself? Have you not learned anything from me?”

Elliot grabbed Jordan’s hand and interrupted her mother’s rant.” No, wait, I’m not sorry. I’m a damn good daughter and a pretty successful doctor.” Elliot’s face turned red and her knuckles were white from gripping the phone so tightly. “There’s no way I’m going to hetero camp. If you can’t accept me, well—just go finish your pool cleaning. Jose’s probably lost a few inches in the cold water by now anyway.”

***
“Where the hell did that come from?” Jordan sat down and patted the bed for Elliot to join her.

“I just couldn’t roll over like I always do.” Elliot sighed. “And I remember all the crap they put Barry through.” Elliot’s face suddenly turned pale and she grabbed Jordan’s hand. “But what if my dad doesn’t approve? What if he never talks to me again? What if they come up here, pack all my things, and ship me off to Brazil to marry a 50 year old colonel in the Portuguese army?”

Elliot leaned over, and threw up the evening’s dinner all over the floor. After grabbing a tissue to wipe her mouth, she looked over at Jordan and began to cry. “I’m so sorry. I know I made a mess of your perfect berber carpet.” She brushed the tears away and loudly blew her nose. “When I get uncomfortable, I hurl.”

“I’m never uncomfortable, so I couldn’t possibly understand.” She rolled her eyes. “And don’t worry, I’ll be sending you the bill.”

“Why can’t I be stronger? There’s just so much about myself that I wish was different.”

Jordan handed her another tissue. “I’m not one to give pep talks, Hallmark cards, or quote The Little Engine That Could, but if Dr. Kelso’s son Harrison can come out—and be ok—so can you.”

Elliot sniffled. “You really think so?”

“It’d be a gigantic waste of my time if I didn’t.”

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Stolen from bank_farter

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:37:03 GMT

1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results

1. Sports Instructor (Maybe, but certainly not one of my life goals)

2.Recreation Therapist (See above)

3.Professor (I do enjoy teaching, so I would have to agree)

4.Coach (I'm wayyyy too competitive when it counts. I'd be a horrible coach, and would take every loss to heart.)

5.Motivational Speaker (sometimes I can't motivate myself...so no)

6.Clergy (No comment)

7.Occupational Therapist (see # 1, 2)

8.ESL Teacher (Teacher, yes, teaching ESL? no)

9.Foreign Language Instructor (I suck at other languages)

10.Judge (Yes, this would be perfect.)

basically, professor and judge I agree with. Everything else is terribly off.

Her Phone Call

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 20:01:20 GMT

Title: Her Phone Call
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Summary: 368 word fic about Elliot's phone conversation with her mom.
AN: This is my first Scrubs fic. bank_farter has been bugging me for ages to write this pairing. She gets credit for the beta, and for being the pain in the ass encourager.
Archiving: Sure
Rating: R-for sexual references
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Scrubs

“…but Mom…yes, colossal disappointment, I know.” Elliot Reid sat down on the bed and held the phone away from her ear. “…you don’t have to talk so loud…I did let my hair grow…yes, I’ve been going on dates.” A slightly wounded expression momentarily covered her face, but quickly dissipated as she continued to listen.

“You’ve told me since I was five that I was a lesbian. You took away all my blue panties, and GI Joe’s, and suddenly made me eat cucumbers. I still hate them, by the way.”

Elliot paused to take a quick breath. “And while we’re on the subject, I never understood why you made me parade around the neighborhood in that short nurse’s uniform. Jimmy Johnson wasn’t allowed to come over again--something about being caught with his peeper in his hand. He was such a nice boy too.”

“…yes, I do like your new hair color, but I really need to tell you…your pool boy just showed up? Hello?” Elliot sighed and silently hung up the phone. She stared off for a short moment, then climbed under the covers and snuggled in.

“I knew you didn’t have the ‘nads.”

“Look, I was going to tell her, but she started talking about how much I reminded her of my great aunt Gina, who never wore anything but flannel, and always drove her SVU to the family reunions.” Elliot stared off in the distance and wrinkled her nose. “Mom never did like her roommate, Jill.”

“God, sometimes I think it’d be easier for an elephant not to shit itself at the circus than for you to actually stay on topic.”

Elliot’s lips curled into a smile and she leaned over. “Oh yes, the big decision.” Lowering her tone to a whisper she continued: “So what do you want me to be tonight? The dirty cop, your leather daddy, or the high school principal that’s dying to teach you a lesson?”

“Listen Stick, if you don’t grow a pair and tell her, I will. Otherwise, we’re not doing anything.”

Jordan picked up the phone and handed it to Elliot. “So who’s going to tell mommy dearest that her lovely daughter is fucking a woman…and likes it?”

Feedback appreciated. I'm turning into a comment umm whore.

The Truth Comes Out

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:13:07 GMT

Title: The Truth Comes Out
ore.Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Nikki/Sylvia
Summary: Don't worry, the thought of smut between these two eeks me out too. This is what happened when Nikki and Sylvia were stuck in a cell together.
Prompt: I wrote this to fit two prompts from passion_perfect
The Turbolift Fics
Tales of 1001 Nights-"Weak"
AN: Beta and pairing idea from the lovely bank_farter
Archiving: Sure
Rating: R--for language and sexual references
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls

“All right then, hurry up and sign these forms.” Sylvia Hollamby unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. “I don’t understand why Ms. Stewart has us doing her bidding, but…”

“Can’t I get any privacy around here?” Nikki Wade hastily covered her abdomen with her bed sheets and angrily looked up at the prison officer. “Did you get to see everything, or would you like me to finish off in front of you?”

“Why, I should report you immediately.”

“For what? It’s not like I was actually thinking about you.” Nikki pulled up her pants and climbed out of bed. “Unless of course you want me to. I can certainly put you on my to do list.”

Sylvia’s face reddened, and her jaw twitched as she took a step toward the inmate. “Such disgusting, unnatural behavior--your type should be segregated from the rest.”

“If you put us all together, we’d be the happiest bunch around.” Nikki’s lips curled into a smile as she placed her hand on Sylvia’s arm. “Go ahead--suggest it.”

Sylvia tried to move away, but Nikki held on to her fingers. “When you finally realize that Bobby doesn’t fit your needs anymore, you’ll have a group of girls ready for you. We’ll think about accepting a new member.” She lightly tugged at Sylvia’s wedding band as she winked at the screw. “There will be an initiation though.”

Sylvia whirled around and walked quickly toward the door. “I’ve had about enough of you. Ms. Betts will be hearing about this.”

Nikki opened her mouth to respond, but stopped as Sylvia attempted to exit the cell.

“I don’t understand.” Sylvia placed her key in the lock, turned it clockwise, but failed to open the door. She grabbed the handle, fiercely tugged, tried once more to use the key, but could not succeed.

“Oh let the big, scary dyke give it a whirl.” As Nikki walked over to the entrance, a giggle suddenly came from the other side.

“Good one, man. Way to give it to her.”

“Thanks babe. I told you it’d be a good one.”

Sylvia pushed Nikki aside and banged loudly on the door. “Denny Blood, Chaz Wiley, open up this instant. When I get my hands on you…you’ll be on the block for a month.”

“What was that, Miss?”

“Yeah, me and Denny can’t hear you. I guess you’ll put up with other dyke for a while. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

Sylvia angrily pounded on the door. “Girls, let me out. Now.”

“Think we should let her out, Den?”

“Naw, it’ll do her good—being locked up like the rest of us. Give ‘er a taste of her own medicine.”

***
“Of all the people to be cooped up with…”

Nikki rolled her eyes and sighed bitterly. “You think I’m thrilled at the prospect of spending any amount of time with you? They could’ve at least shacked me up with someone attractive.”

Sylvia leaned against the wall, crossed her arms, and stared at the floor. “I’ve been in this job too long…”

“…fifty years now, is it?”

“Fifty years, my foot! You’re not even worth my time.”

Nikki laughed as she fluffed her pillow and sat down on the bed. “Our dear ‘ole Sylvia…you’ve never removed that rod have you?”

“What?”

Nikki grinned at Sylvia’s obvious confusion. “You know—the one that’s permanently implanted in your arse.” You’d think it’d get in Bobby’s way every now and then.”

“You leave my Bobby out of this. You don’t know what we’re going through right now.” Sylvia began pacing throughout the cell. “Just you wait until I get out of here. You’ll regret that smart mouth of yours.”

“Calm down, now. I can’t have you going into cardiac arrest…wouldn’t look good for my appeal now would it?”

Sylvia shuffled over to Nikki and wagged her finger in the inmate’s face. “You’ll never get out of here, if I have anything to do with it.” She took another step forward and stood inches from Nikki’s mouth. “You’re nothing more than a cold blooded murderer. You live contrary to the Good Book, and are void of anything good.”

Nikki stood up and breathed deeply. “You had me there for a minute. All this business about my sexuality--I thought you were going to kiss me.”

“I would never…”

“Oh come on. You’re not going to say you’ve never thought about it. You’re always bringing it up.”

“It’s disgusting, perverted…”

“…against the ‘Good Book,’ I know.” Nikki paused and lowered her voice. “We don’t all wear strap ons, get off by spanking, have ravenous anal sex, and request to be chocked.”

Sylvia gulped. “I beg your pardon.”

“You never give me peace, always going on about how disgusting I am. Why does it bother you so much?”

“I refuse to have this conversation.”

Nikki rolled her eyes and turned away. “It’s always the ones who make such a big deal about it.”

“What?”

“You’re either secretly a lesbian, or are too weak to admit you just don’t understand.”

“This conversation is completely inappropriate.”

“You perfectly illustrated my point.”

Sylvia sat down on the bed and looked over at the inmate. “I did no such thing. I’m perfectly capable of handling your kind…”

“Your kind?” Nikki walked over and put Sylvia’s hand across her chest. “You feel that? It’s a heartbeat you ignorant homophobic tart.” She continued to hold the officer’s hand. “It beats just like yours. Matter of fact, I even bleed red. Want to see?”

“NO.” Sylvia jerked her hand free and backed away from Nikki. “There won’t be any of that…and you’re on report. How dare you touch me.”

Nikki shook her head and sat down next to the wall. “You’re so blinded you can’t even see my point.” She raised her hands in defeat. “I give up.”

***
“Nikki, I…” Sylvia looked over at the solemn inmate who had remained in the sitting position for several minutes. “…I’m not use to you actually, well…”

“…being quiet? Honest? Glum?”

“Yes.”

“How do you expect me to react? I’m stuck in this cell with the most cold hearted screw next to Fenner, you can’t admit your actual feelings, and I’ve already missed breakfast and lunch. I’d say it’s been a stellar day, so far.”

Sylvia sighed. “It does disgust me and…”

“You’re scared.”

“What?”

Nikki stood up and faced the officer. “Admit it Sylvia, you’re scared.”

Sylvia sat in silence with her lips firmly pressed together.

“I knew it. That’s why you’re such a hard-nose about the rules. You’re weak. You don’t understand us, you really don’t care, and you’re too scared to admit you need help.”

“I…” Sylvia opened her mouth then quickly closed it.

“You can’t even answer me.” Nikki sat down next to Sylvia and continued. “If you’d give us a break once in a while, we wouldn’t be so hard on you. Respect comes both ways, you know. And if you’d stop being such a nit about every little thing…”

“I’m so much older than the rest of the officers. I have to be rough or I’ll lose my job.” Sylvia’s blurted response came out so quickly that she covered her mouth with her hands. “I honestly didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s good you did. ‘Bout time you were honest with yourself.”

“Sylvia, you all right in there?”

“Jim? Oh thank god.” Sylvia walked towards the door and sighed. “I’ve been cooped up with Wade here and have had quite the time.”

“Hold on, love. I’ll open the door.”

Sylvia stepped back and looked over at Nikki. “We never had this conversation. If you repeat it, I’ll never admit a word.”

Nikki smiled. “Just keep it in mind, yeah? We’re not all that terrible. Well, some of us anyway.”

Sylvia managed a slight smile as Jim opened the cell door. “Bout time you guys got me out. I was beginning to think Wade was going to be the death of me.”

Feedback appreciated. I'm turning into a comment umm whore.

Since bodhi_chenrezig tagged me, I figured I'd tag others.

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:35:13 GMT

Who sings lead vocals on the songs contained on the soundtrack to the biographical movie of your life?

You can name up to 5 artists.

Also, who plays you?

Mine:

1. The Carpenters
2. Sarah Mclachlan
3. Melissa Etheridge
4. Linkin Park
5. KT Tunstall/Aimee Mann (I can't decide)

Who plays me?

Ashley Judd or Hilary Swank.

ok - your turn.

I tag:
azaufan
redsnake05
runetraverse
xclairedelune
bank_farter

Where did my sleep/sanity go?

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 15:07:31 GMT

Hiya.

I haven't posted anything in the past couple of days, because I've been recovering from work. I worked 39 hours in 3 days (fri-sun), and I'm going back to work tomorrow. I have a fic in mind, have the plot written in my head, but haven't had the energy to actually type it out. I'm hoping it'll be done within the next couple of days.

I'm sure no one has anxiously logged into LJ, hoping to see a new fic from me, but I never want anyone to think I've suddenly disappeared. :) So yeah. *yawn* I'm planning on doing a bit of "ficcing" tonight, so we'll see what happens.

And so begins my long weekend...

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 13:55:47 GMT

Title: Pride, Crisis, Sound
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Summary: Three drabbles that take place during the first season.
Prompt: I was bored and wrote drabbles based on the first three words I saw in an advertisement.
AN: Unbeta'd so please forgive any mistakes (and if they suck).
Archiving: Sure
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls

Pride
Eight and a half minutes later, after muttering something about “…best ever,” he kissed her forehead, pulled up his shorts, and rolled over. It hadn’t been that bad—in a lay there until he finishes sort of way. That’s what made her feel guilty. It’d be so much easier if he fucked her like a seventeen year old boy during prom night, but the poor guy really tried his best to please her. She waited until the soft snores proved he was asleep to finish what he’d started. If he knew she faked it (every time) it would devastate him.

Crisis
Helen couldn’t sleep (at least after that dream anyway). For hours she’d tossed and turned, trying not to wake her partner. Soft lips pressing on to hers, fingers reaching underneath her shirt, hips grinding against her thigh, nails scratching down her back, low moans escaping her mouth, heat gathering between her legs…even her bloody subconscious refused to give her peace. Bite marks on her neck, tender kisses down her belly, hands sliding past her waistband, dark eyes staring into hers, clothes expertly removed, legs gently spread apart, a momentary pause for approval…Sean would never do anything like that. Nikki would.

Sound
Helen walked down the hallway, took out her keys, and unlocked the cell door. At first she thought the inmate was asleep, so she stepped closer to inspect. Nikki’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing in short, quick intervals. Then she saw movement. Nikki’s pants were pushed to the side, and her fingers were making quick circular movements around her clit. Helen watched as Nikki’s pace increased, her muscles tightened, and as she slid two fingers into her wetness. As her back arched, she opened her mouth to gasp for air. She uttered one word as she came: “Helen.”

Feedback appreciated. This is going to be a long weekend, so comments will make me very happy.

Copied from ralst

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 23:51:12 GMT

I think we should all do this about whatever our fannish bliss is at the moment. Lets make it so that today it is impossible to turn around on LJ without running into a list of joy about some show or another. Who's with me? C'mon, I challenge you. A list of ten things that you love about your current fandom(s) posted to LJ and a challenge to all of your f'list to do the same.

I'm sure everyone is "shocked" by my favorite fandom. *rolls eyes*

1.) Helen's Laugh

2.) Finally-a lesbian relationship we can somewhat relate too (and by golly it's actually well written and not just about sex)

3.) Sylvia's "poor me" attitude.

4.) "...tell me that you love me." (and the deleted scene)

5.) every.single.thing that Helen says

6.) Watching one woman take on the good 'ole boys system. (and win)

7.) Fenner finally gets what's coming to him

8.) The sexual tension we all wish we could have been a part of

9.) Every kiss between Nikki and Helen. (they all have fabulous stories)

10.)The last 25 seconds of the season 3 finale. (see icon above)

Nikki's Beginning

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 23:47:07 GMT

Title: Nikki's Beginning
Author: Outsidethebx
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Summary: What did Nikki experience directly after her guilty verdict?
Prompt: This is written for Challenge #25-New Beginnings, for the_pottingshed
AN: Beta'd by bank_farter
Word Count: 731
Archiving: Sure
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls

Guilty

Her body had drifted into a state of confusion, and the judge’s explanation was lost in her scrabbled attempts to shout “NO.”

Life

The sentence brought an immediate stop to her screams, and the resounding thud of the wooden gravel that echoed throughout the quiet courtroom brought a hopeless sense of conclusion to the ordeal. Her mouth gapped open, her brown eyes widened, and tears of disbelief poured down her cheeks.

“Nikki!”

“Oh God…”

“No!”

Without looking, she knew Trisha and their friends were devastated, but she couldn’t muster the courage to acknowledge their pain. She preferred to disengage from reality, and stared unresponsively at the floor, hoping the nightmare would end.

***
The cool metal handcuffs clasped tightly around her wrists, and she struggled to maintain balance as the locked shackles pinched her legs. She recoiled as the callused hands of the guard griped her upper arm and shuffled her feet forward as she was lead away.

“Let me give you some advice.”

The guard escorted Nikki into her solitary cell, and looked around for listening ears.

“I wouldn’t make any mistakes if I were you. Especially since Gossard’s mate is a guard at Larkhall. Look out for him—goes by the name of Jim.”

She mumbled some form of “…yeah thanks,” and he quickly exited her cell.

Clang

The sound of the closing metal door resounded throughout the empty hallway. On any other day, Nikki would have jumped in fear, but she merely sank down on the worn plastic mattress and sighed in exhaustion.

For the first time in years, Nikki was alone.

***
The transport bus arrived the next morning, and Nikki was one of four women being transferred to Larkhall Prison.

“Hiya, I’m Denny.”

“Shell.”

“Zandra.”

The girls turned expectantly to Nikki, but she stared at the floor and refused to answer.

“That’s Nikki Wade. Ya know, the one who offed the cop.”

Gasp

Nikki didn’t care who said it. At the rate she was going, she’d have plenty of time for proper introductions.

***
“Name? Age? Religion? Next of Kin?”

“Why don’t you figure it out yourself, I’m sure you already have my file.” Nikki glared at the older female screw and crossed her arms in defiance.

“My, my, we have a celebrity in our midst.” Sylvia Hollamby chuckled as she glanced up at Nikki. “I guess you’re too good to answer, since we didn’t roll out the red carpet and have the carriage waiting. Shall I call the butler and let him know of your arrival?”

“No, you’ll do.”

Sylvia sternly looked over the top of the paperwork and put down her pen. “If you’re going to have an attitude, then we’ll be seeing a lot of each other…”

“Fancy a date with the new dyke? Do you always work intake to get the first pick of the litter?” Nikki winked as she placed her hand on top of Sylvia’s. “Darling, I’m usually not into older women, especially those so close to retirement, but I’ll make an exception just for you.”

“Why I…” Sylvia’s face turned bright red and she jerked her hand away from Nikki’s. “Miss Stewart’ll hear about this.”

As Nikki was led away she replied, “…can’t wait to meet her. Though I don’t know how she’ll measure up to the likes of you.”

***
Knock, knock

“Come in.”

Nikki entered the wing governor’s office and sat down in front of the desk.

“I’m Helen Stewart, wing governor here at Larkhall. I was told you’re having some trouble adjusting to the prison environment.”

Nikki smirked and rolled her eyes. “Well it’s not exactly a five star hotel, now is it?”

Helen smiled as she took out Nikki’s file. “I see you own a club?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend and I co-own the place. Why? You thinking about going?”

Helen quickly scanned Nikki’s paperwork. “I don’t recognize the name. Is it jazz, rock?”

“It’s a gay club.” Nikki took pleasure in watching Helen’s reaction and in her attempt to find the correct response.

“Oh ok. Well that explains why I’ve never been.”

“Really? I could have sworn you were a…”

Helen stared intently at Nikki, as a reddish hue creped up the sides of her neck. “…were a what?”

“Nothing.” Nikki paused and leaned closer to the desk. “But you should try it sometime. You never know what you’re missing…in the club, I mean.”

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