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ficlet: Leverage, Blurred Lines, Maggie/Sophie
disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Maggie/Sophie, implied Sophie/Nate and Maggie/Nate
rating: PG, there are naked people doing very little.
spoilers: a line in episode 2.1
length: 800, barely.
notes: how could I resist?
Blurred Lines
by ALC Punk!
"I told him you were a boyfriend."
Sophie makes the confession after the champagne. It's after the sex, too, with her skin pleasantly warm and her mind pleasantly relaxed, legs spread and chin propped on her crossed arms.
For a moment, the woman sitting sideways in the desk chair looks startled. Then she laughs. "You told him that, did you?"
"Mm."
Sophie doesn't remember why she ended up on her belly, but it's a nice vantage point to watch Maggie carefully reapply her makeup. There's some ridiculously high class function that she tore her away from, and mussed lipstick would be very out of place. Though it looks quite nice in their hotel room.
Not that Maggie's actually dressed yet. She claimed she was too sweaty, that her pantyhose would stick to her skin.
But Sophie thinks maybe it's just that Maggie likes to be watched.
"You missed a bit--there's--" Sophie lifts a hand and points, then gestures at her own mouth, "--on your teeth."
"Oh." Baring her teeth, Maggie runs a finger over the offending speck of red. It's gone when she tilts her head. "So if I'm your boyfriend, what does that make you? My girlfriend?"
"Well, no. Logically, I'm your boyfriend."
It makes the kind of sense Sophie likes. She turns the idea round in her head and smiles, teeth flashing white.
"You look like the cat who ate the canary," Maggie notes, amusement in her voice as she stands.
"The canary ate me."
Maggie snickers and starts pulling on her hose, fingers fiddling with the weave of the silky, tan fabric. "I'm afraid this bird doesn't sing."
"I beg to differ."
They both laugh and Sophie rolls onto her back, letting her head flop off the side of the bed so she can continue watching. There's something oddly erotic in a woman dressing for a formal occasion. The way Maggie's hands smooth down the stockings, the way her fingers brush up and into her bra to adjust things properly...
Sophie thinks about taking it all back off of her and wriggles a little, hands sliding down her belly.
"Don't start that again."
"I'm starting nothing," Sophie says, batting her lashes rather pathetically at Maggie. There are suddenly a thousand and one things she wants to say, but none of them are appropriate. "Is it a problem?" she asks instead.
"What?"
"You having a girlfriend."
"Is it a problem for you?"
Sophie hates people answering questions with questions, "Come to think of it, is that what I am? What we are?"
"We're having this discussion now?" Maggie asks before she starts laughing, hands paused and blouse hanging open. It's not exactly an attractive look, but then again, it's also tousled, and Sophie sort of likes that.
"I don't know, are we?"
"No." Decisively, Maggie leans down and kisses her mouth. "Not right now. Perhaps the next time you need to see your boyfriend."
Annoyed, stung, and feeling childish, Sophie rolls over and snorts, "If there is a next time."
Maggie moves back to the mirror, watching her own hands as she finishes the row of buttons. "That's up to you more than me."
"It's up to both of us." Climbing to her feet, Sophie moves up behind Maggie, looking over her shoulder in the mirror. "Don't make me pout at you. I have a very sad and delicate one. Or so I'm told," she finishes, chin on Maggie's shoulders and hands sliding up under the untucked blouse.
"So you told Nate I was your boyfriend..." Maggie looks her in the eye, "And what happens when he gets insistent and wants to meet me?"
"We break up." The words hadn't sounded so final when she thought them and Sophie looks away first. "Or I swallow the bullet and introduce you. For real, with no more lies."
Maggie pulls free of her and fishes her skirt out of the pile of clothing, stepping into it before she replies, "Yes, well. I imagine we'll cross that little bridge when we come to it. For now, I've got another week here and then I'm off to Italy for another appraisal."
"The play runs another month. Or, at least it's supposed to," Sophie amends, recalling her horrible reviews. She tries to laugh and it comes out almost normal. "Still, it could be worse."
A phone beeps before Maggie can reply, and she scoops it off the dresser, "This is me. I've got to take it."
"I know." Sophie doesn't walk her to the door, though she does admire Maggie's quick movements to get her shoes back on and the careful way she smooths her skirt down before stepping out, purse on her arm.
They don't say goodbye.
Sinking back down on the mattress, Sophie wonders what the others are doing. Maybe they would understand, if she told them. Parker would--she wasn't that judgmental, after all. Alec, well, he might quibble, or at least get all wide-eyed, but he understood the meaning of family and making a place for yourself. Eliot would probably look inscrutable while wondering if Alec could find him video footage.
As for Nate...
But Sophie doesn't want to think of Nate. She's had years of thinking of him, and she's finally moving on. With his ex-wife, true, but at least it's a step away.
-f-
pairing: Maggie/Sophie, implied Sophie/Nate and Maggie/Nate
rating: PG, there are naked people doing very little.
spoilers: a line in episode 2.1
length: 800, barely.
notes: how could I resist?
Blurred Lines
by ALC Punk!
"I told him you were a boyfriend."
Sophie makes the confession after the champagne. It's after the sex, too, with her skin pleasantly warm and her mind pleasantly relaxed, legs spread and chin propped on her crossed arms.
For a moment, the woman sitting sideways in the desk chair looks startled. Then she laughs. "You told him that, did you?"
"Mm."
Sophie doesn't remember why she ended up on her belly, but it's a nice vantage point to watch Maggie carefully reapply her makeup. There's some ridiculously high class function that she tore her away from, and mussed lipstick would be very out of place. Though it looks quite nice in their hotel room.
Not that Maggie's actually dressed yet. She claimed she was too sweaty, that her pantyhose would stick to her skin.
But Sophie thinks maybe it's just that Maggie likes to be watched.
"You missed a bit--there's--" Sophie lifts a hand and points, then gestures at her own mouth, "--on your teeth."
"Oh." Baring her teeth, Maggie runs a finger over the offending speck of red. It's gone when she tilts her head. "So if I'm your boyfriend, what does that make you? My girlfriend?"
"Well, no. Logically, I'm your boyfriend."
It makes the kind of sense Sophie likes. She turns the idea round in her head and smiles, teeth flashing white.
"You look like the cat who ate the canary," Maggie notes, amusement in her voice as she stands.
"The canary ate me."
Maggie snickers and starts pulling on her hose, fingers fiddling with the weave of the silky, tan fabric. "I'm afraid this bird doesn't sing."
"I beg to differ."
They both laugh and Sophie rolls onto her back, letting her head flop off the side of the bed so she can continue watching. There's something oddly erotic in a woman dressing for a formal occasion. The way Maggie's hands smooth down the stockings, the way her fingers brush up and into her bra to adjust things properly...
Sophie thinks about taking it all back off of her and wriggles a little, hands sliding down her belly.
"Don't start that again."
"I'm starting nothing," Sophie says, batting her lashes rather pathetically at Maggie. There are suddenly a thousand and one things she wants to say, but none of them are appropriate. "Is it a problem?" she asks instead.
"What?"
"You having a girlfriend."
"Is it a problem for you?"
Sophie hates people answering questions with questions, "Come to think of it, is that what I am? What we are?"
"We're having this discussion now?" Maggie asks before she starts laughing, hands paused and blouse hanging open. It's not exactly an attractive look, but then again, it's also tousled, and Sophie sort of likes that.
"I don't know, are we?"
"No." Decisively, Maggie leans down and kisses her mouth. "Not right now. Perhaps the next time you need to see your boyfriend."
Annoyed, stung, and feeling childish, Sophie rolls over and snorts, "If there is a next time."
Maggie moves back to the mirror, watching her own hands as she finishes the row of buttons. "That's up to you more than me."
"It's up to both of us." Climbing to her feet, Sophie moves up behind Maggie, looking over her shoulder in the mirror. "Don't make me pout at you. I have a very sad and delicate one. Or so I'm told," she finishes, chin on Maggie's shoulders and hands sliding up under the untucked blouse.
"So you told Nate I was your boyfriend..." Maggie looks her in the eye, "And what happens when he gets insistent and wants to meet me?"
"We break up." The words hadn't sounded so final when she thought them and Sophie looks away first. "Or I swallow the bullet and introduce you. For real, with no more lies."
Maggie pulls free of her and fishes her skirt out of the pile of clothing, stepping into it before she replies, "Yes, well. I imagine we'll cross that little bridge when we come to it. For now, I've got another week here and then I'm off to Italy for another appraisal."
"The play runs another month. Or, at least it's supposed to," Sophie amends, recalling her horrible reviews. She tries to laugh and it comes out almost normal. "Still, it could be worse."
A phone beeps before Maggie can reply, and she scoops it off the dresser, "This is me. I've got to take it."
"I know." Sophie doesn't walk her to the door, though she does admire Maggie's quick movements to get her shoes back on and the careful way she smooths her skirt down before stepping out, purse on her arm.
They don't say goodbye.
Sinking back down on the mattress, Sophie wonders what the others are doing. Maybe they would understand, if she told them. Parker would--she wasn't that judgmental, after all. Alec, well, he might quibble, or at least get all wide-eyed, but he understood the meaning of family and making a place for yourself. Eliot would probably look inscrutable while wondering if Alec could find him video footage.
As for Nate...
But Sophie doesn't want to think of Nate. She's had years of thinking of him, and she's finally moving on. With his ex-wife, true, but at least it's a step away.
-f-
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*considers*
When did you start writing this??
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(And yes, Kari Matchett is hot.)
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(omgyes)
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Thank you =)
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I'm convinced this is canon right now. All other theories are gone.
:D
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Bwah! ;]
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(yes I am reading all the leverage fic I can find right now, it makes my day much better)
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thank you =)
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I realized I was spamming your inbox today, but it was such a boring day and fic is gold for that. Passes the evening hours pretty well too. ;)
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