[Drabble] 1920's x 1980's femmeslash
Title: Attraction
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: PG for ladykissing
Fandom: n/a
Pairing: 1920's x 1980's
Disclaimer: I'm not insane.
Summary: The 1920's has a mad pash on for the 1980's.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 406
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd. triestine threw a big challenge at me on Friday... she wanted, "The 20's and the 80's"! Madness! So I googled for a feel for each decade, and some slang, and had an idea for a story. Who knew it would be femmeslash? Thanks to thejennabides for hanging out on Etherpad with me while I wrote this and had good suggestions for slang!
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They called her The Ugly Decade but Twenties didn't care; she liked to look at Eighties anyways.
Eighties teased her hair to impossible heights, crimped what she didn't tease, and dyed the whole mess as blonde as she could without going green. Her taste in clothes ran bold, clashing, trashy and more often than not she looked like someone had thrown a bin of castoffs at her and she wore whatever had stuck. Her makeup was bright and neon anything was her signature colour.
The other decades might snicker at Eighties but Twenties was fascinated with her exuberance and almost desperate bid to have fun at all costs. Beneath her shiny, plastic rainbow surface there were troubles so deep they made Thirties look, well, nobody could be as depressing as Thirties but the amount of cocaine Eighties did should be an indicator of what was going on.
Cocaine, nose candy, it sounded so crazy! But that was Eighties, she didn't do anything half way if she could go whole hog!
"See something you like, curly Q?" Eighties was even bigger when she was right in your face.
"Ah, applesauce! You caught me looking!" Twenties blushed and covered her cheeks.
"Cheeuh! No, kiddin. Cool out, Betty." Eigthies smile turned predatory, "Cash or check?"
"I'm sorry, did you just..."
"Thought I'd use your language."
"Oh! Well, cash please, you can kiss me now." Twenties felt bold. Eighties wasn't exactly keeping her distance and her breath smelled like penny candy. Twenties was no Miss Grundy; life was meant to be celebrated!
The kiss was sweeter than Twenties thought it might be. Eighties was firm but not forceful, and so unlike a gent. She was soft in all the right places, their bodies seemed to fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Their lipstick smeared as the kiss deepened and Twenties was the first to gently lick teeth.
"HMMPH!" A loud clearing of throat pulled them out of the kiss. Fifties was frowning
disapprovingly. "And what do YOU two think you're doing?"
"Don't have a cow, Fifties! We're just uh... "
"Necking," Twenties said firmly. "Why don't you dry up, you old horse?"
"Why, I have never!" Fifties said.
"Ha! That's right, you've never, so scram!"
"Mega cool, Twenties! Let's jet in my DeLorean."
Fifties watched with disapproval as Twenties and Eighties drove off into the sunset. Those two together would be trouble, Fifties could feel it in her water.
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: PG for ladykissing
Fandom: n/a
Pairing: 1920's x 1980's
Disclaimer: I'm not insane.
Summary: The 1920's has a mad pash on for the 1980's.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 406
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd. triestine threw a big challenge at me on Friday... she wanted, "The 20's and the 80's"! Madness! So I googled for a feel for each decade, and some slang, and had an idea for a story. Who knew it would be femmeslash? Thanks to thejennabides for hanging out on Etherpad with me while I wrote this and had good suggestions for slang!
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They called her The Ugly Decade but Twenties didn't care; she liked to look at Eighties anyways.
Eighties teased her hair to impossible heights, crimped what she didn't tease, and dyed the whole mess as blonde as she could without going green. Her taste in clothes ran bold, clashing, trashy and more often than not she looked like someone had thrown a bin of castoffs at her and she wore whatever had stuck. Her makeup was bright and neon anything was her signature colour.
The other decades might snicker at Eighties but Twenties was fascinated with her exuberance and almost desperate bid to have fun at all costs. Beneath her shiny, plastic rainbow surface there were troubles so deep they made Thirties look, well, nobody could be as depressing as Thirties but the amount of cocaine Eighties did should be an indicator of what was going on.
Cocaine, nose candy, it sounded so crazy! But that was Eighties, she didn't do anything half way if she could go whole hog!
"See something you like, curly Q?" Eighties was even bigger when she was right in your face.
"Ah, applesauce! You caught me looking!" Twenties blushed and covered her cheeks.
"Cheeuh! No, kiddin. Cool out, Betty." Eigthies smile turned predatory, "Cash or check?"
"I'm sorry, did you just..."
"Thought I'd use your language."
"Oh! Well, cash please, you can kiss me now." Twenties felt bold. Eighties wasn't exactly keeping her distance and her breath smelled like penny candy. Twenties was no Miss Grundy; life was meant to be celebrated!
The kiss was sweeter than Twenties thought it might be. Eighties was firm but not forceful, and so unlike a gent. She was soft in all the right places, their bodies seemed to fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Their lipstick smeared as the kiss deepened and Twenties was the first to gently lick teeth.
"HMMPH!" A loud clearing of throat pulled them out of the kiss. Fifties was frowning
disapprovingly. "And what do YOU two think you're doing?"
"Don't have a cow, Fifties! We're just uh... "
"Necking," Twenties said firmly. "Why don't you dry up, you old horse?"
"Why, I have never!" Fifties said.
"Ha! That's right, you've never, so scram!"
"Mega cool, Twenties! Let's jet in my DeLorean."
Fifties watched with disapproval as Twenties and Eighties drove off into the sunset. Those two together would be trouble, Fifties could feel it in her water.