Drabbletag - Amends
Title: Ghost In The Smoke
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Amends
Fandom: Gotham
Pairing: Renee/Barbara
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for The Balloonman, mentions of drug use and alcoholism
It’s too familiar, being here like this. The way Barbara looks at her, the scent of pot and the sight of Barbara’s damp hair, it’s like the past haunting her, a spectre that grins at the way Renee aches.
Barbara’s presence, that jaded look in her eyes, the hope shining behind it, the pain that’s still fresh after all this time, it still gets to Renee the same. The memories she holds dear, the ones she wants to forget, turn over in her stomach and her mind.
It takes her back to hot summer afternoons in her shitty apartment, chasing the taste of sweat across Barbara’s skin. Stretched out over the stripped bed, sharing smoke, watching it curl between their mouths. Barbara’s smile, the way her hips bucked and her back arched as Renee fucked her slow. Sex across her tongue, neighbours pounding on the walls because Barbara was noisy as hell when she came.
And then there’s the other memories, the anger and the fighting. The nights Renee lost to booze, the mornings Barbara wouldn’t even look at her. The lies, the shouting, the sound of a whiskey bottle smashing against the wallpaper. The neighbours ignored those noises, because that’s just how Gotham works.
Renee wants to make it right, but she doesn’t know how. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe she’ll have to watch Barbara give up her life to this Gordon asshole. Maybe that’s all Renee deserves.
It’s familiar, but it’s not the same. It never will be.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Amends
Fandom: Gotham
Pairing: Renee/Barbara
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for The Balloonman, mentions of drug use and alcoholism
It’s too familiar, being here like this. The way Barbara looks at her, the scent of pot and the sight of Barbara’s damp hair, it’s like the past haunting her, a spectre that grins at the way Renee aches.
Barbara’s presence, that jaded look in her eyes, the hope shining behind it, the pain that’s still fresh after all this time, it still gets to Renee the same. The memories she holds dear, the ones she wants to forget, turn over in her stomach and her mind.
It takes her back to hot summer afternoons in her shitty apartment, chasing the taste of sweat across Barbara’s skin. Stretched out over the stripped bed, sharing smoke, watching it curl between their mouths. Barbara’s smile, the way her hips bucked and her back arched as Renee fucked her slow. Sex across her tongue, neighbours pounding on the walls because Barbara was noisy as hell when she came.
And then there’s the other memories, the anger and the fighting. The nights Renee lost to booze, the mornings Barbara wouldn’t even look at her. The lies, the shouting, the sound of a whiskey bottle smashing against the wallpaper. The neighbours ignored those noises, because that’s just how Gotham works.
Renee wants to make it right, but she doesn’t know how. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe she’ll have to watch Barbara give up her life to this Gordon asshole. Maybe that’s all Renee deserves.
It’s familiar, but it’s not the same. It never will be.