Caroline/Bennett
Title: Gunning For It
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: Caroline/Bennett
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Dollhouse episode 02x08.
Summary: Caroline trips over some plans.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dollhouse.
Notes: Written for femslash_land's 17th challenge. My prompt was 'Guns'.
She made her move too soon. She knew that now- Bennett, her sweet Bennie, was still so new to this whole relationship business, she didn’t know how to respond. Friendship was tiring enough for her. Skipping two grades, graduating high school at sixteen, she had never really been among age-appropriate activities. An eleven-year-old doesn’t make friends easily among thirteen and fourteen-year-olds, after all, especially one as precocious as Bennie.
Winning Bennett’s friendship had been hard enough. Sure, she was friendly to Caroline and all, but Caroline couldn’t help but thinking that Bennie kept expecting her to ditch her and run off with some of the more beautiful, bitchy girls that swarmed the college. Caroline expected it, too- Bennie wasn’t really her type of friend. Nerdy, shy, an unintentional teetotaller, one who didn’t go out to party or anything like that. At first she stuck around just to get closer to Bennett, to get the information about Rossum, but then... well, it changed. Bennett was nice. She was friendly, warm, and had her own stubborn streak that Caroline admired. The friendship became real, almost tangible.
Caroline’s heart warmed when Bennie was around. She felt her toes tingle and curl, her heart flutter, her chest tighten. They shared a room and kissed each other on the cheek before they said goodnight. She found herself wanting to tilt her head, graze her lips against Bennie’s. She knew what those feelings meant- she’d had them before. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality, having slept with both women and men, and if this were any other person, she’d have jumped at the chance.
But this was Bennie. Her Bennie. Shy, sweet Bennie, who still fumbled with their friendship at times, who was only just starting to blossom into a young woman, who could count the number of friendships she had on one hand. Caroline knew that moving beyond that at this point was going to be difficult, that it might cause Bennett to slip through her fingers. So she held back. Bit her lip, squeezed Bennie’s hand just a little bit tighter at times, maybe stroked her hair a bit more often, but refrained from anything else.
And then she slipped up. She crossed the line between reality and fantasy, forgot what she was doing. She kissed Bennett. Pressed her lips against Bennie’s, held them there a second too long for just a friendly goodnight. Even Bennie could see through that. Caroline jerked back, feeling her face grow red- and that was a new one- and mumbled an apology before jumping into her bed and pulling the cover over her face. She heard Bennett let out a breath, maybe an ‘oh’, heard her feet pad across the floor and the creak of her bed as she settled down.
She was screwed. She’d messed up. Everything was ruined. Her friendship was ruined. Screw Rossum, that was the furthest thing from her mind. She’d jumped the gun, she hadn’t even meant to kiss her. This wasn’t how it was meant to be, wasn’t what was-
‘Um. Are you, um, still going to do my hair tomorrow? If you- if you want, I know if you’re busy, um. I’d like to look nice... for my job...’
‘I will,’ Caroline replied automatically, her heart leaping into her threat. ‘I promised, didn’t I? I want to.’
‘Good. Good. Thank you. I... I appreciate it. Thank, thank you.’
She could hear the smile in Bennett’s voice. Caroline grinned and rolled onto her stomach. She pressed her face into the pillow, her toes curling. Maybe she hadn’t jumped too early after all.
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: Caroline/Bennett
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Dollhouse episode 02x08.
Summary: Caroline trips over some plans.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dollhouse.
Notes: Written for femslash_land's 17th challenge. My prompt was 'Guns'.
She made her move too soon. She knew that now- Bennett, her sweet Bennie, was still so new to this whole relationship business, she didn’t know how to respond. Friendship was tiring enough for her. Skipping two grades, graduating high school at sixteen, she had never really been among age-appropriate activities. An eleven-year-old doesn’t make friends easily among thirteen and fourteen-year-olds, after all, especially one as precocious as Bennie.
Winning Bennett’s friendship had been hard enough. Sure, she was friendly to Caroline and all, but Caroline couldn’t help but thinking that Bennie kept expecting her to ditch her and run off with some of the more beautiful, bitchy girls that swarmed the college. Caroline expected it, too- Bennie wasn’t really her type of friend. Nerdy, shy, an unintentional teetotaller, one who didn’t go out to party or anything like that. At first she stuck around just to get closer to Bennett, to get the information about Rossum, but then... well, it changed. Bennett was nice. She was friendly, warm, and had her own stubborn streak that Caroline admired. The friendship became real, almost tangible.
Caroline’s heart warmed when Bennie was around. She felt her toes tingle and curl, her heart flutter, her chest tighten. They shared a room and kissed each other on the cheek before they said goodnight. She found herself wanting to tilt her head, graze her lips against Bennie’s. She knew what those feelings meant- she’d had them before. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality, having slept with both women and men, and if this were any other person, she’d have jumped at the chance.
But this was Bennie. Her Bennie. Shy, sweet Bennie, who still fumbled with their friendship at times, who was only just starting to blossom into a young woman, who could count the number of friendships she had on one hand. Caroline knew that moving beyond that at this point was going to be difficult, that it might cause Bennett to slip through her fingers. So she held back. Bit her lip, squeezed Bennie’s hand just a little bit tighter at times, maybe stroked her hair a bit more often, but refrained from anything else.
And then she slipped up. She crossed the line between reality and fantasy, forgot what she was doing. She kissed Bennett. Pressed her lips against Bennie’s, held them there a second too long for just a friendly goodnight. Even Bennie could see through that. Caroline jerked back, feeling her face grow red- and that was a new one- and mumbled an apology before jumping into her bed and pulling the cover over her face. She heard Bennett let out a breath, maybe an ‘oh’, heard her feet pad across the floor and the creak of her bed as she settled down.
She was screwed. She’d messed up. Everything was ruined. Her friendship was ruined. Screw Rossum, that was the furthest thing from her mind. She’d jumped the gun, she hadn’t even meant to kiss her. This wasn’t how it was meant to be, wasn’t what was-
‘Um. Are you, um, still going to do my hair tomorrow? If you- if you want, I know if you’re busy, um. I’d like to look nice... for my job...’
‘I will,’ Caroline replied automatically, her heart leaping into her threat. ‘I promised, didn’t I? I want to.’
‘Good. Good. Thank you. I... I appreciate it. Thank, thank you.’
She could hear the smile in Bennett’s voice. Caroline grinned and rolled onto her stomach. She pressed her face into the pillow, her toes curling. Maybe she hadn’t jumped too early after all.