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[Prison Break] Just harmless fantasies

Title: Just harmless fantasies
Fandom: Prison Break
Characters: Debra Jean Belle; Tweener
Rating: PG-15
Prompt: 058. – Morning @ 100_women
Word Count: 746 (W)
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine – just borrowing minor characters.
Note: Takes place during episodes 2x04 and 2x05 –sort of missing pieces between Debra and Tweener. I’ve always been intrigued by Debra Jean and I’m planning to write more about her. (So that you know.) Thanks to happywriter06  for the accurate betareading.


She always thought her name was a sign. Debra Jean Belle , c’mon. Can you imagine anything more predictable and naive? Moreover, her parents had taken great pride in teaching her the proper ways of living: steady and well-mannered, neatly dressed and free from flights of fancies.

That’s why Debra had put the notice on the board. Last year she’d gone to Utah by plane, a neat and rather boring trip. This year, not only she was going to drive home; she was looking for somebody – anybody – with whom to share the ride. She kept this last bit for herself. So much for predictability.

However, when this Scott guy shows up she first hesitates – old habits being hard to break and all that – but eventually embraces it: Goodbye predictability. Hello randomness . 

Even though she’s never been that good at change and goodbyes.

***
In fact, when this Scott guy steps out of the shower, she wasn’t going to get some tequila and lime. Not at all. She was just wondering what it would be like to get some tequila and lime; just taking her imagination on a wild ride.

Just harmless fantasies.

But the moment his eyes are on her, the towel still wrapped around his waist, she feels like a deer caught in the headlights. And she hates herself for that, because c’mon, this is exactly what he’s seeing.

Debra Jean Belle, the predictable and naive deer .

So she heads for the door. You can’t embrace randomness if you’re not ready for a whole lot of pain.

***
After the kiss, when this Scott guy slips a hand between her legs, Debra gasps and pushes him away.

“Wait... wait…” Her voice is muffled but not because of the alcohol. Quite the opposite in fact. She’s still too sober for this.

“You seem kinda nervous,” he says.

“You’ve said that before, y’know that?”

She is nervous, so she gets another shot and shudders when the liquor reaches her stomach. She hands him the bottle, avoiding his gaze.

“And like I said, you got nothin’ to worry about.” He twists the top of the bottle and puts it to his lips.

“Yeah, sure. But you know, it’s different for girls. I can’t, like, y’know… And then just…” Chicken out , she’s about to say.

“What? Wait, I mean…” He looks nervous, too, in an awkward sort of way. “You’re a nice girl, attractive…”

Debra blushes and feels stupid immediately after, so she pulls free and tries to get up. He’s right, she really got to learn how to lie.

“But hey, wait!” He clutches her hand and it’s a surprisingly gentle touch. “Don’t, please. Yo, you just say no and I understand, okay? I mean, I’m not a pervert. A’aight?”

“A’aight?” she mocks him.

He smiles and takes another drink of tequila. This time he shudders, and she smiles back.

“Here, let me get you some lime.”

***
Moving towards the bedside table, Debra loses her balance and falls on the bed laughing. He joins her shortly after and they just lie there for a while, empty bodies staring at the ceiling. She can feel the warmth and the smell of his skin, a mixture of fresh lime and cheap motel soap.

Then he slowly leans over to kiss her, gently at first, then eating, licking, touching, exploring. When he presses his body against her, with a clumsy moves Debra pulls her top over her head. Next he’s naked too, his mouth tasting her skin, his fingertips tracing the curve of her hips, reaching for her panties and pulling them off.

This is not her first time, another thing her father would love to know, but somehow Debra feels that this time she’s about to cross a very thin line, and not because she’s having drunk sex with some guy she’s picked up few hours ago. Then his tongue plays and licks between her thighs and Debra, flushed and excited, opens up for him. He slips into her smoothly. She smiles and don’t remember what she was thinking about.

***
She doesn’t cross that very thin line until the morning after, when she shuts the door in fear and he comes out of the bathroom. The look on his face is what Debra would remember later, and forever.

It’s surprise, together with panic and a glimpse of hope.

It’s the deer caught in the headlights.

It’s love in infinite variations.

It’s a whole lot of pain.

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[Lost] It's memories that I'm stealing

Title: It's memories that I'm stealing
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Ana Lucia Cortez; Jack Shephard
Rating: G
Word count: 245 (W)
Prompt: 082. – Black @ 100_women  
Warning: SPOILER S4 (well, you know… just in case)
Disclaimer: Lost (c) ABC et alia.
Note: Set sometime during/after Something Nice Back Home (04x10). When you dream you’re innocent © Tom Waits. tokenblkgirl  is a fantastic betareader. More after the jump.

She smells nice, tonight, like coconut and sea breeze. And tonight she’s her mirror image, except for the colors. Hers brown and black instead of gold and blue, something that says a lot about Jack’s latest fantasies.

She drinks tequila and tonic, and has a distinctive latino accent that gives her voice flirting a mellow touch. While she talks, Jack wonders if her liquorice eyes would become darker during sex. Wonders what it would be like to hear her moaning in that mellow accent.

This is so cliché that it’s almost pathetic. But this is a dream, so that’s fine.

He says, So, tell me, Ana Lucia, why are you drinking tequila and tonics at ten to noon?

It’s 3 am and he’s the one who’s drinking, actually.

She licks her fingertips and says, The worst part’s over .

He chuckles. Over? This is just the beginning .

The beginning of what?, she whispers.

Ana’s lips are moist with tequila. She takes him down and gets on top of him. Jack nuzzles her skin, smooth and brown like milk chocolate. Her eyes are pitch black when he kisses her, a soft kiss to which she replies with hunger, running her fingers through his hair.

When Ana starts pulling off his clothes, Jack's eyes lift to the ceiling.

Kate is sleeping in their room, the engagement ring placed on her finger.

This is a dream, Jack. And according to the song, when you dream you’re innocent.

Are you?
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Ana Lucia’s death in S2 was a HUGE letdown. She was a very cool and powerful character and I was hoping for more interaction with Jack – not necessarily in a ‘ship’ sort of way (although I still believe they’re a fantastic pairing). So be warned: more to come!

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Prison Break, Lost and Dreamwidth. In Inglese!

Just a quick note – SPOILERS this way

Prison Break finale. Uhm. Still need to digest it, but overall I would say it was quite disappointing. Not because of Michael’s death, which of course sucks A LOT but is somehow okay – after all we don’t see him die, and Sara looked way too cheerful. (Besides, escaping from the coffin would be the ultimate challenge for Michael. XD) The thing is, I found it too rhetorical and to some extent very sloppy (ie, the General, Sofia), something that may be in line with the last two seasons, but still. I really liked Mahone and Lang though.

Lost S5 finale. Sorry guys, but this was the worst season so far (yes, S3 was actually better). I think they’re pushing their luck a bit too far here, dicking around with random ancient mythologies and cheap new age stuff. I’ve always loved Lost not for the crazy theories it spawns but for the complex storytelling, unpredictable interactions and thoughtful character development, all of which have been blatantly dismissed in this season. In turn, we had a deus-ex-machina trick (literally!) and cheap Egyptian symbolism... You gotta be kidding me! I have the feeling that Lost is fully embracing the realm of pure speculation and over-interpretation, and I’m not happy with that. NOT HAPPY. D:

Dreamwidth. I’m considering the idea of moving there. Looks like a nice place. I’ll keep you posted.

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[Lost]

Title: Butterfly caught
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Juliet Burke; Jack Shephard
Rating: G
Beta: tokenblkgirl  <3
Prompt: 043. – Dreams @ 100_women  
Warning: SPOILER S4 (well, just in case)
Disclaimer: Lost (c) ABC et alia.
Note: Sometime between Something Nice Back Home (04x10) and Through the Looking Glass (03x22). The title is a song by Massive Attack, which suits both characters. You can read the original version (in Italian)  here .

“Thanks for saving his life,” Kate whispers before leaving the tent.

She looks sincerely grateful; she seems defeated, also, but Juliet is too tired to clarify the irony of the situation. Because she’s not the winner, she’s just dictating the terms of her own surrender.

So she smirks and goes back to stitch up the wound. She’s not a surgeon, and the conditions in which she’s working are far from perfection, but she’s doing all she can in order to avoid marks.

Her fingers graze Jack’s skin and his muscles twitch.

Juliet smiles, funny how such a tiny detail can make such a big difference.

She should remain silent, but opts for speaking. (Besides, he shouldn't have kissed her, but he did it anyway.)

“I know you’re awake.”

He doesn’t answer, but she feels his heart skipping a beat. She knows she’s left a mark.

Three years after, Jack sees himself in the mirror and notices the scar for the first time.

Three hours later, he’s on the first flight to Sydney. The first of a long series.

There is no turbulence. He closes his eyes and tries to sleep.

I know you’re awake, Jack.

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Butterfly caught [Prison Break] Jilted

Title: Jilted
Fandom: Prison Break
Character: Sara Tancredi
Prompt:  014. Hope @ 100_women  
Rating: G
Words: 192 (W)
Disclaimer: Prison Break is not mine.
Note: yet another musing on Sara's feelings during ep. 01x19, ‘The Key’. Fist attempt at PB ~ Feedback much appreciated . Many, many thanks to happywriter06   for the beta-reading.

She can’t really say it was unexpected. And honestly, she was pretty much hoping for it, but she’s still taken by surprise. His hands, his lips, his tongue.

She closes her eyes and fades into him. It’s a strange feeling, sharp and pleasant, but not completely satisfying. There’s something missing, details that don’t quite match the picture.

So when everything finishes she listens to his words and tries to ignore that strange feeling, grinding like when sometimes she still wants morphine. Years of therapy have taught her how to dissect it, name it, and finally control it.

And because she wants to trust him, she strokes his face and starts naming it, silently.

Happiness, of course, then desire, frustration, misery, regret.

Hope.

Is there a way to control all these feelings? Because if there is one, they forgot to tell her.

So she walks away. It doesn’t take much before she realizes it had been the right move.

Actually, it takes her about two hours and a lunch break. She’s not really surprised. She’s not even angry or pleased for that matter.

Hope is nothing but a four letter word after all.