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a_qThese are a short stories written for a challenge at Femslash Land community. The challenge consists of 50 different pieces of fiction. I chose to divide this, so that one crossover femslash couple gets 5 fills. However, all stories should make sense on their own, no matter which you read and in what order (I hope). Length of the stories varies from one sentence to drabble, or beyond.
Here are the fills 1-5 and 6-10.
Emma Frost (X-men) & Pepper Potts (Iron Man)
1. First kiss
The Modern Art Appreciation Luncheon was a grand but tiresome event. The cause itself was important, this time they were gathering donations to support young artists. The event was full of people eager to meet and greet Pepper, that after awhile, all the faces and names just blend together. Pepper kept a constant smile plastered on her face, because as a hostess, she couldn't show her boredom.
“Pepper Potts, I would like you to meet Emma Frost. Ms. Frost has generously donated for our charity.”
“Ah, Ms. Frost, thank you so much for your generosity! So lovely you could attend our little gathering.”
“My pleasure,” Emma Frost said, and shook her hand while leaning forward to land a kiss on her cheek. Pepper inhaled the sweet, papery aroma of her perfume. Her lips felt cold touching Pepper's skin. It was curious, even though Pepper was accustomed with all types of greetings.
“I hope you enjoy rest of your evening,” Pepper added. Ms. Frost smiled, bright but polite.
“I'm sure I will.”
After the event was over, and all the other faces had faded from Pepper's memory, she still recalled the light, cool feel of Emma's lips.
2. Final
“I'm sorry Ms. Frost, but this is our final offer. I can't negotiate any further,” Pepper said, trying hard to sound firm and decisive. She had bad cards to play here, and unfortunately she knew that Emma knew that as well. She had that look, like she was a cat about to swallow a canary.
“I understand, Ms. Potts. Perhaps we should discuss the finer details over at dinner?”
3. Numb
Pepper had ushered dozens and dozens of women out of Tony's house in the morning after, but this was the first time she was ushering one of her own. Emma just kept smirking all the way through their walk, carrying her high heel shoes in her hands. She was acting like this was the most hilarious thing she had ever done. Pepper wasn't so sure. She was just feeling numb. They got to the door without incidents. Emma stopped at the door and waited.
“I will call you later?”
“Yes, you will,” Emma smirked, and with that, she was gone.
4. Broken wings
They met again at charity event for osteoporosis. Emma was wearing a bone white gown, which was both perfect and completely inappropriate. Pepper's stomach was suddenly full of big, angry butterflies when she saw her standing there, a champagne glass in her hand. Emma turned and when she noticed her, she walked closer.
“So. Elusive Ms. Potts. You never called. How rude to just use me and dump me, especially since its usually me who does that,” Emma said, smiling. It was not a nice smile. Pepper glanced around to see if there was a clear exit.
5. Melody
The song was odd, gruesome lyrics over a gentle melody. It suited the moment, Pepper thought and tried to relax. Emma held her much too close, leading the steps. Pepper knew how to dance, and Emma knew how to lead. Still, she felt unsure.
“People are watching us,” Pepper said quietly.
“I'll dance with whomever I wish. But if you are truly concerned, I can make these people forget that this ever happened.”
“You can do that?”
“Of course.”
Pepper listened the music for awhile, swaying in Emma's arms. “No, I think this evening is worth remembering.”
Mary Winchester (Supernatural) & Gemma Teller (Sons of Anarchy)
6. Rules
The women stood side by side and watched the men speak in tense manner. They were both holding a child propped up against their hip: Gemma a squirming one-year old, Mary a sleepy infant. Both wore tight blue jeans, fashionable shoes and weather-worn leather jackets. At quick glance, a passer-by might have assumed that they were sisters. But quick glances were often wrong.
“You do understand that if you man slugs mine, we are going to have a problem?” Gemma said quietly, without turning her eyes from the conversation unfolding in front of them.
“And you do understand that if your man kicks us out, you are really going to have a fatal problem in your hands, without any clue how to solve it? Ghosts don't just stop,” Mary said in turn, also keeping her voice low. She didn't want to wake up the baby.
“I'm aware,” Gemma said. “I called you, remember?”
“That was a wise move. Let's just hope your man can see it too.”
7. Chocolate
They made dinner together. Jackson was playing on the floor with his toys, while baby Dean was sleeping in the basket. Once in a while they glanced at the children, just to check on them. At first Mary had been courteous and polite, trying not to intrude too heavily on Gemma's territory, but after awhile she relaxed and started to prepare the vegetables.
“Should we make chocolate pudding for dessert?”
Mary looked up from her work and smiled. “The one were you pour about quarter of whiskey for flavor? I think it was just that chocolate pudding that got us in trouble the last time around. And you know, the kids?”
“We'll put them to bed, what's the harm? We can ask one of the girls keep an eye on them, its no problem. So? What do you think?”
“Well...it has been a while since I had good chocolate pudding...”
8. Nostalgia
“Remember the night at the Roadhouse, when we were drinking that bottle of Cutty Sark, and Ellen just kept repeating that we could never tell the men that we had drank it, or...”
“...They would be so mad! It wasn't even that special, I don't get it!”
“Right! What did it matter, there was a whole case of that stuff in the back... Oh goodness, that was just mad evening!”
9. Heartbeat
In the dark, Mary listened Gemma's heart beat. Mary was laying on her side of the bed, wide awake. Gemma was just a dark shape against more darkness. She was so close that if Mary just reached her hand, she could touch her bare skin. But she didn't move. She laid awake, thinking about her life, and Gemma's life and how they were here, now, out of all the places. Life could be so strange sometimes.
10. Stranger
Baby Dean was wailing in Gemma's arms.
“Shh, shh, mommy's coming back soon, shh shh... Don't worry. Your mommy is a kick-ass hunter. She can clear this ghost problem, just you wait and see. Shh, shh...”
The baby cried harder, waving his little fists in the air.
Here are the fills 1-5 and 6-10.
Emma Frost (X-men) & Pepper Potts (Iron Man)
1. First kiss
The Modern Art Appreciation Luncheon was a grand but tiresome event. The cause itself was important, this time they were gathering donations to support young artists. The event was full of people eager to meet and greet Pepper, that after awhile, all the faces and names just blend together. Pepper kept a constant smile plastered on her face, because as a hostess, she couldn't show her boredom.
“Pepper Potts, I would like you to meet Emma Frost. Ms. Frost has generously donated for our charity.”
“Ah, Ms. Frost, thank you so much for your generosity! So lovely you could attend our little gathering.”
“My pleasure,” Emma Frost said, and shook her hand while leaning forward to land a kiss on her cheek. Pepper inhaled the sweet, papery aroma of her perfume. Her lips felt cold touching Pepper's skin. It was curious, even though Pepper was accustomed with all types of greetings.
“I hope you enjoy rest of your evening,” Pepper added. Ms. Frost smiled, bright but polite.
“I'm sure I will.”
After the event was over, and all the other faces had faded from Pepper's memory, she still recalled the light, cool feel of Emma's lips.
2. Final
“I'm sorry Ms. Frost, but this is our final offer. I can't negotiate any further,” Pepper said, trying hard to sound firm and decisive. She had bad cards to play here, and unfortunately she knew that Emma knew that as well. She had that look, like she was a cat about to swallow a canary.
“I understand, Ms. Potts. Perhaps we should discuss the finer details over at dinner?”
3. Numb
Pepper had ushered dozens and dozens of women out of Tony's house in the morning after, but this was the first time she was ushering one of her own. Emma just kept smirking all the way through their walk, carrying her high heel shoes in her hands. She was acting like this was the most hilarious thing she had ever done. Pepper wasn't so sure. She was just feeling numb. They got to the door without incidents. Emma stopped at the door and waited.
“I will call you later?”
“Yes, you will,” Emma smirked, and with that, she was gone.
4. Broken wings
They met again at charity event for osteoporosis. Emma was wearing a bone white gown, which was both perfect and completely inappropriate. Pepper's stomach was suddenly full of big, angry butterflies when she saw her standing there, a champagne glass in her hand. Emma turned and when she noticed her, she walked closer.
“So. Elusive Ms. Potts. You never called. How rude to just use me and dump me, especially since its usually me who does that,” Emma said, smiling. It was not a nice smile. Pepper glanced around to see if there was a clear exit.
5. Melody
The song was odd, gruesome lyrics over a gentle melody. It suited the moment, Pepper thought and tried to relax. Emma held her much too close, leading the steps. Pepper knew how to dance, and Emma knew how to lead. Still, she felt unsure.
“People are watching us,” Pepper said quietly.
“I'll dance with whomever I wish. But if you are truly concerned, I can make these people forget that this ever happened.”
“You can do that?”
“Of course.”
Pepper listened the music for awhile, swaying in Emma's arms. “No, I think this evening is worth remembering.”
Mary Winchester (Supernatural) & Gemma Teller (Sons of Anarchy)
6. Rules
The women stood side by side and watched the men speak in tense manner. They were both holding a child propped up against their hip: Gemma a squirming one-year old, Mary a sleepy infant. Both wore tight blue jeans, fashionable shoes and weather-worn leather jackets. At quick glance, a passer-by might have assumed that they were sisters. But quick glances were often wrong.
“You do understand that if you man slugs mine, we are going to have a problem?” Gemma said quietly, without turning her eyes from the conversation unfolding in front of them.
“And you do understand that if your man kicks us out, you are really going to have a fatal problem in your hands, without any clue how to solve it? Ghosts don't just stop,” Mary said in turn, also keeping her voice low. She didn't want to wake up the baby.
“I'm aware,” Gemma said. “I called you, remember?”
“That was a wise move. Let's just hope your man can see it too.”
7. Chocolate
They made dinner together. Jackson was playing on the floor with his toys, while baby Dean was sleeping in the basket. Once in a while they glanced at the children, just to check on them. At first Mary had been courteous and polite, trying not to intrude too heavily on Gemma's territory, but after awhile she relaxed and started to prepare the vegetables.
“Should we make chocolate pudding for dessert?”
Mary looked up from her work and smiled. “The one were you pour about quarter of whiskey for flavor? I think it was just that chocolate pudding that got us in trouble the last time around. And you know, the kids?”
“We'll put them to bed, what's the harm? We can ask one of the girls keep an eye on them, its no problem. So? What do you think?”
“Well...it has been a while since I had good chocolate pudding...”
8. Nostalgia
“Remember the night at the Roadhouse, when we were drinking that bottle of Cutty Sark, and Ellen just kept repeating that we could never tell the men that we had drank it, or...”
“...They would be so mad! It wasn't even that special, I don't get it!”
“Right! What did it matter, there was a whole case of that stuff in the back... Oh goodness, that was just mad evening!”
9. Heartbeat
In the dark, Mary listened Gemma's heart beat. Mary was laying on her side of the bed, wide awake. Gemma was just a dark shape against more darkness. She was so close that if Mary just reached her hand, she could touch her bare skin. But she didn't move. She laid awake, thinking about her life, and Gemma's life and how they were here, now, out of all the places. Life could be so strange sometimes.
10. Stranger
Baby Dean was wailing in Gemma's arms.
“Shh, shh, mommy's coming back soon, shh shh... Don't worry. Your mommy is a kick-ass hunter. She can clear this ghost problem, just you wait and see. Shh, shh...”
The baby cried harder, waving his little fists in the air.