Fic: Look So Fine
Title: Look So Fine
Fandom: The Rage: Carrie 2
Pairing: Rachel/Jesse
Keywords: Het, Romance, small amounts of angst.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, the movie would've been a whole lot better.
Summary: Tomorrow will be a good day.
Look So Fine
You look so fine
I want to break your heart and give you mine
You're taking me over
It's so insane, you've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name and I'm falling over
--Garbage, "Look So Fine"
Love wasn't an option for Jesse, not until now.
Rachel snores, but only lightly. Jesse finds it endearing. He finds everything about her endearing. The way she looks at him, as if she can't decide whether to walk away or kiss him, or as if he might disappear. The little smirk that comes to her mouth when he's charmed her into doing something she thinks she doesn't want to do.
Jesse likes to run his fingers over Rachel's pale skin, trace the blue lines of her veins, kissing them when he can. The veins in her arms disappear after her elbows. Jesse follows them by imagination; they lead to her tattoo. The red and black ink stands out against Rachel's skin. Jesse becomes mesmerized by it. If he stares at the tattoo long enough, he thinks he can see the heart pulse.
Rachel isn't beautiful, not in the way Tracy and all the other cheerleaders are. She's not Bulldog Properly material. Jesse's glad because none of his friends will try to have sex with her, bringing up the stupid Bulldog code of sharing.
It's only been a few days and already Jesse finds himself changing. He wakes up and the sun is a little brighter, he smiles a little more and can even get through the day without wanting to punch a wall. Now he's the one being clich
Fandom: The Rage: Carrie 2
Pairing: Rachel/Jesse
Keywords: Het, Romance, small amounts of angst.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, the movie would've been a whole lot better.
Summary: Tomorrow will be a good day.
Look So Fine
You look so fine
I want to break your heart and give you mine
You're taking me over
It's so insane, you've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name and I'm falling over
--Garbage, "Look So Fine"
Love wasn't an option for Jesse, not until now.
Rachel snores, but only lightly. Jesse finds it endearing. He finds everything about her endearing. The way she looks at him, as if she can't decide whether to walk away or kiss him, or as if he might disappear. The little smirk that comes to her mouth when he's charmed her into doing something she thinks she doesn't want to do.
Jesse likes to run his fingers over Rachel's pale skin, trace the blue lines of her veins, kissing them when he can. The veins in her arms disappear after her elbows. Jesse follows them by imagination; they lead to her tattoo. The red and black ink stands out against Rachel's skin. Jesse becomes mesmerized by it. If he stares at the tattoo long enough, he thinks he can see the heart pulse.
Rachel isn't beautiful, not in the way Tracy and all the other cheerleaders are. She's not Bulldog Properly material. Jesse's glad because none of his friends will try to have sex with her, bringing up the stupid Bulldog code of sharing.
It's only been a few days and already Jesse finds himself changing. He wakes up and the sun is a little brighter, he smiles a little more and can even get through the day without wanting to punch a wall. Now he's the one being clich