I know yuri isn't a lot of people's cup of tea, but heck, here goes.
And no, it isn't explicit.
Anyway, this is a bit... strange. ^^ (Big surprise, ne?)
Draft: Final
Posted: 11/18/00
Author: Jay / carboxylated@yahoo.com
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction (Tyr), Desolation Angels (Ashura, if she wants it)
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Title: Les Femmes
Category: Shoujo-ai, mild yuri.
Pairings: RXD
Rating/Warning: R. ^^ I decided that I was giving up on men and moving
to a hippie commune. And then I started channeling Dorothy. Heh heh...
no offense to any of the guys on the MLs. You know how women get.
Feedback: Craved, desired, wanted, coveted, yearned for, wished for, and
longed for. C&C will be repaid with dancing G-boys, my endless
adoration, as well as a nice slice of karma.
Note: I barely read any yuri (actually, the only stuff I've read is all
written by Bianca&Ariana and they write amazing stuff no matter what), much less write it, so I'm not at all sure how I feel about the quality
of this. ^^;; But I hope I do women better than I do men. Actually,
though... hmm... don't know. So I'll say this is experimental, or avant-garde, or something.
Oh, and I can't figure out if the lines after "--" (separated from the main body) are flashbacks or poetry. Oh well.
Thanks: Diane!! My fabulous beta-reader, ah, how I adore thee. ^^
Arigatou!
There's brief static on the line as we're both mute, breathing in the silence. I have the phone propped up with my shoulder, cradled against my cheek, as one hand darts to tuck back a loose strand of hair and the other poises a nail polish applicator over my toes. The air around me smells like cigarette smoke and chemicals as the brush swipes across the nails, dribbling a deep, scarlet red that looks like a slash across my feet.
--she slips she snaps she cracks she faints...
Relena sighs on her side of the line, a terribly wistful, hollow sound, like wind over leaves or through flowers. I set the nail polish down and leaned back on the stiff sheets, waiting in the thick silence.
--her flowering hands on my hips and teeth upon my lips...
She finally offers something-- my name, a simple statement or a revelation, ricocheting through the line to reach my ears. "Dorothy," she murmurs, neither a question nor an invitation, and sighs again. I can hear her shifting in her bed and can imagine the waifish figure underneath the sheets, strange curves and taut lines, holding the phone in the crook of her neck as she gazes up at the beveled ceiling and waits. "Dorothy," she repeats, in the same musing tone. Then nothing; just the same crinkle of static and white noise.
--and the heave-ho of a slippery kiss as something begins to tremble and fracture under the insistent...
"What is it?" I ask, while one hand jerks down and pulls up a thin blanket, draping it over myself and covering torso to ankles.
--plea, as tumultuous, they rise...
A pause, before the reluctant response: "Have you ever been in love?" Relena's voice again takes on that wistful tone, with just the barest hint of an angry edge. Then she adds, "With a man?"
--the crescendo shatters as the lines of her jaw are distinctly defined...
My free hand snakes down to tap against my hipbone-- once, twice, thrice-- and I cluck my tongue. "Is it Heero?" I ask, evasive.
--pull down the heavens, feed me ambrosia like a suckling babe...
She shifts noisily again. "I said love, not sex," she says irritably, lapsing into an almost wheedling tone. "Would you ever make love to me?"
--and the plateau that hums over my body...
The polish on my toenails is dry now.
--the chill descent into her arms...
"Sure," I answer quickly, with forced nonchalance. My fingers run over my ribcage, tapping again, to rest on my breastbone, palm down, attempting to detect a heartbeat.
--the sharp inhalations of breath that calm from tempest to disquiet...
"Good," Relena answers, vaguely triumphant and satisfied. "Men are-- are..." She gropes for the words and they spill viciously into my ears. "It's terrible. They'll fuck you and never kiss you, never look you in the eye, and they fumble, grope, thrust and-- and-- it's dominating. It's oppressive and suffocating... the mere feeling of that flesh above you, rising and then descending rapidly and it's so-- so-- grating, and harsh." She pauses for a moment, readjusting the phone. "And you feel used at the end. You feel like a fresh wound. But Dorothy..."
--her body is warm against me...
I anxiously await her next words.
--like Eve, baiting me with the ripe fruit of desire...
"Dorothy... women... women understand." Her voice takes on a familiar faraway quality, like she's staring off into space in the midst of introspection. "They understand in ways that men will never, ever begin to comprehend."
--Eve and Lilith, in the silence of a motel six...
I think about the first time I'd been with anyone; the light that was caught in his eyes, the motions themselves-- swift, jerking movements as an angular body hovered over me-- and a deep voice that murmured little incoherent words of blithe self-satisfaction. I think about the smell afterwards-- the faint odor of liquor, cologne, and sex. Or how my body glowed in the dim light and how all I could do was shiver and watch him collect his clothes, wishing fervently for the morning to wash the weight from my limbs.
--spurn Adam, burn Eden...
"Relena-- I--"
--her heart is a dull thump between her ribs...
I think about women: about the familiar curves and dips and hollows that cling to cloth, and about the strange texture of our skin and the topography of breasts and ribs and bruised knees. I think about pink tongues darting from rosy mouths that leave lipstick stains on the sheets.
--her lacquered nails that grip my wrists...
"I understand," I finish. "I completely understand."
--and effulgent, merciless curves that beguile, to draw me into bliss.
Obligatory Disclaimer: The Gundam Universe of Mobile Suit Gundam Wing is © Sotsu Agency, Sunrise, ANB, and Bandai America, Inc. Characters, places, timeline and other elements of the Gundam Wing series are used without permission (under title 17, section 102, U.S. Copyright Code [not extending to ideas, concepts, names, phrases, etc.]; also, under title 17, section 107, point 4, U.S. Copyright Code [fair use for nonprofit purposes]). The original material herein is © the author and not considered public domain. I fervently hope that this will protect my poor American ass from the wrath of Japanese corporations looking for blood. I'm a victim, the product of public education! Please don't sue. I'm in a perpetually non-prosperous state and all spare change usually goes into coffee or Diet Coke. ^^;;
Weeeeeellll?
Feedback should be directed to the nice lady with the chibi eyes. ^^ (Me, darnit.)
Jay