Fic: Turn The Lights Off
Title: Turn The Lights Off
Characters/Pairing: Penny/That Other Girl
Word Count: 399
Prompt: That Other Girl and Penny, with That Other Girl being her awesomely manipulative self after Penny tries to stand up to her.
This always happened. Penny would curl herself up in the blankets, pulls the covers over her head, close her eyes trying desperately to get a good night's sleep for once and That Other Girl would instantly appear from the shadows like some kind of succubus.
“Hey pretty!” She was in a perky mood. Most of the time Penny would feel somewhat relieved by this, but it'd been a stressful wreck of a day with the bank breathing down her neck and lack of rest had always made her fangs come out.
“Who'd you kill?” she muttered, more directed to the pillow than her... twin thing. She didn't even regret it when the woman emitted a tearful gasp and the atmosphere turned to ice.
Nor when she was forcibly turned around and her wrists were held against the bed. “I do everything I can for you.”
Having a backbone felt so freeing. “Not good enough.”
That Other Girl was snarling now, and Penny swore her normally icy blue eyes were red. Although that had to be a trick of the light outside, surely. “You ungrateful little ho.”
She stayed silent and let her go back to normal, calm, sensual and with a perfect smile. This was where her spine usually started to slip away. “Oh baby, I'm so sorry.” Her wrists were let go and her hair was being stroked. She couldn't give in this time.
“Can you forgive me?” She seemed sincere...
“I- I can't.” But wouldn't life still be an even bigger mess if she was alone? At least now she had someone's shoulder to cry onto.
That Other Girl's mouth went to her collarbone, planting kisses and murmuring fervently. “Please honey, I need you so much. Tell me what to do.”
She could ask for so much. Tell her to get a job to help her pay the rent, ask her to cuddle with her at night and stay when daylight hit, explain to Chick and the others that she wasn't horrible or a flake, just her life was fucked at the moment.
But instead she wanted to fill the ache. “Tell me what you'd do to people who hurt me?”
The copy of her face lit up, grinning like a little girl who'd got a pony for Christmas. “I'll cut your name into their skin.”