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tarotgalIf you can't tell, I'm going through Season 2 of The L Word thanks to my Blockbuster Online subscription. So this is just a really, really quick fic inspired by my rewinding and re-watching the scenes where Shane rubs at her nose in a couple episodes. And then I watched episodes 7 & 8 of season 2 and oohhh I loved. And I just had to write this. It's really quick and short and completely pointless and silly. Just images and ideas strung together. And I wouldn't really even call it a sneezefic, as the sneezing isn't spelled out and isn't major but there is sneezing and it's a fic... ugh, I dunno. No one's going to read any of this anyway. I'll just shut up now. LOL
Title: Needs
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: The L Word, early Season 2
Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated or compensated.
Rating: PG13 for language maybe
Pairing: Absolutely none. Gen! Imagine that!
Summary: Shane's sick. No semblance of a plot whatsoever. I'm just playing with characters.
Notes: I adore Shane and after watching some damn good h/c moments with her in them tonight I couldn't help but write this. Plus she's just soooo sexy when she rubs her nose. *blushes* So, yeah, I really had to write this. Took maybe half an hour.
Needs
"Okay, come on… you've got to eat something," Jenny said, cautious and soft-spoken. She went to sit down on the edge of the couch, but realized there was no edge of the couch to sit upon. So, instead, she sat down on the coffee table and balanced the plate on her bare knees. "It's been… how long? A day? A day and a half since you came down sick? You need to eat something."
"I don't need to eat. I don't need anything." Shane lifted her hand and waved her away.
"How about some eggs?" Jenny suggested, scraping the fork against the plate as she moved the eggs around. Maybe the smell would waft over and tempt Shane.
"No eggs." She sniffed and rolled over onto her other side. With her eyes closed, she nuzzled into one of the cushions along the back of the couch. She hugged one of the smaller side cushions to her chest.
Jenny sighed. "Okay… not a fan of eggs today. How about…" she set the fork down and stared at the plate. She picked up a piece of toast. "Cinnamon and sugar toast. My speciality."
"No toast."
The toast moved closer. "Just a few bites. I promise you've never tasted toast this good before."
"No toast," Shane repeated, flat and unemotional.
Leaning forward, Jenny dangled the triangular piece of toast over Shane. "Come on… have the toast. It's simply scrumptious."
"Then you eat it," Shane said. "Because I don't want it." She squeezed her eyes shut even more tightly. Her shoulders rose, brushing past the ends of her short hair to touch her earlobes.
"I already had some," she said, sure Shane wasn't buying it. "This is for you." Her hand moved back and forth, swinging the toast like a pendulum.
Shane opened an eye and looked up at it. The dark kohl outline was strong but not enough to make Jenny back off. She closed her eyes again and gave her head a shake. "No," she said, her voice deeper than usual. "No eggs. No toast. Nothing." There was a moment of pause, then her body shook and she sneezed. The sneeze was short and halting, but wet. She lifted her hand again and rubbed at her nose with her hand partially splayed.
"Okay…" Jenny said with a sigh. After setting the toast down on the plate she held the fork against the plate to keep it from sliding off as she set it all down on the coffee table beside her. She watched as Shane rubbed her nose into the back of her hand between thumb and forefinger. "Maybe something else then? A shake?"
"No shakes," Shane said, sounding a little more agitated now. Her body seized up again and shook as she sneezed twice into the couch cushions. She was wearing tight jeans, ripped here and there, and a blue hooded sweatshirt over a white wifebeater. But she still shivered a little, coming off the sneezes.
"How about a blanket?" Jenny offered, cocking her head.
Shane was rubbing her nose more often now, and sniffling. "No blanket."
Jenny sat in silence for a while, then leaned forward again. "No eggs," Jenny clarified. "No toast," she continued. "No blanket." Her lips were right by Shane's ear and her voice was even softer than normal. Shane tried hard to be silent, but her nose was running and she just had to sniff. Jenny smiled. "How about a Kleenex?"
Shane's shoulders rose again as she gave a laugh. "Yeah," she said finally.
"Yeah?" Jenny echoed.
Shane nodded. "Yeah."
Jenny slapped her hands upon her knees, just below the hem of her skirt, and she jumped to her feet. "Excellent start!" She headed to the bathroom for a box of Kleenex. And when she got back, Shane was sitting up and chewing. A piece of toast was in her hand. Jenny just smiled knowingly and sat down on the couch. It was a new box of Kleenex, so she ripped it open and pulled out a few tissues.
Shane froze, looking at Jenny. She swallowed the last bite of the piece of toast and her eyes went from Jenny's face to Jenny's hand then back up again. She reached over and ignored the Kleenex Jenny had extracted. Shane took a few out of the box and brought them to her face, rubbing her face into them rather than the other way around.
"It's really good toast," Shane confessed. She looked over at the plate, then went for the second piece that was there. She smiled, toast in one hand and the tissues in the other. She took another bite and sighed. "Fucking good toast, actually." She snuffled into the tissues, balled them up, and set them down on the couch to her side.
Jenny smiled a pleased smile and put her head on Shane's shoulder for a few moments. The strap of her lacey shirt slipped off her shoulder but she didn't make a move to right it. "Well now that you believe me about the toast, is there anything else I can get you?"
Shane shrugged and coughed into her shoulder. "You know, I could probably use some Codeine," she said hopefully.
"Mmmm," Jenny mused. "Perhaps you should just start with something a little softer. I think there's some Nyquil in the medicine cabinet from the last time Tim was sick. Can I get you a little of that?"
Shane shrugged and frowned, dropping her head down a little so that her eyes were half-hidden by her dark hair.
"Right…" Jenny said, nodding in understanding. "You don't need anything," she said gently and matter-of-factly. She tilted her own head in one direction, then back towards the other side. He gestured largely, waving her hand. "So I'll leave the bottle and a spoon on the sink. Just in case. And I'll be in my room writing. Within shouting distance… just in case." She smiled at Shane.
Shane rubbed two fingers at her nose, then wiggled her face a little, nostrils flaring with irritation. Her fingers flicked at her nose and she quickly swallowed so she wouldn't sneeze with her mouth full. Her eyes closed and she stopped rubbing only when she realized it was doing no good. She snapped forward, sneezing, her chest practically hitting her thighs. She sniffed wetly as she helped herself to more tissues.
"Okay," Jenny said, standing back up. "So…" she clasped her hands and held them to her face, thumbs pressed against her lips. Her index fingers were straight out, pointing up and touching the tip of her nose before she turned her hands to the side and rested her lips against the back of one of her hands. She was pointing down at Shane now. "So you don't need me to hope that you'll feel better, so I won't say that. But I will say I'm going to the store a little later and I shall be perfectly positioned to buy anything if you just so happen to think of something you do need."
Shane sighed and Jenny shrugged. "It's just a statement, not a suggestion," Jenny said, dropping her hands and smiling. "Because I know what you actually need is just to be left alone right now."
"Thank you," Shane said, smiling back at her. Then she lay back down, stretching out along the couch and rubbing herself into the cushions again to get comfortable. Jenny walked to the hallway and waited until she was sure Shane was asleep. Then, to the sound of stuffy, almost snore-like breathing, Jenny snuck back over and draped a blanket over Shane, just in case. Shane murmured something in her sleep which Jenny took as a good sign.
*blushes*
EDIT: Some pictures, in case anyone wants to know what these characters look like:
Jenny(left) & Shane(right): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/tarotgal/jennyshane.png
Shane(I had this as my desktop for a while): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/tarotgal/Heath_800.gif
Title: Needs
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: The L Word, early Season 2
Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated or compensated.
Rating: PG13 for language maybe
Pairing: Absolutely none. Gen! Imagine that!
Summary: Shane's sick. No semblance of a plot whatsoever. I'm just playing with characters.
Notes: I adore Shane and after watching some damn good h/c moments with her in them tonight I couldn't help but write this. Plus she's just soooo sexy when she rubs her nose. *blushes* So, yeah, I really had to write this. Took maybe half an hour.
Needs
"Okay, come on… you've got to eat something," Jenny said, cautious and soft-spoken. She went to sit down on the edge of the couch, but realized there was no edge of the couch to sit upon. So, instead, she sat down on the coffee table and balanced the plate on her bare knees. "It's been… how long? A day? A day and a half since you came down sick? You need to eat something."
"I don't need to eat. I don't need anything." Shane lifted her hand and waved her away.
"How about some eggs?" Jenny suggested, scraping the fork against the plate as she moved the eggs around. Maybe the smell would waft over and tempt Shane.
"No eggs." She sniffed and rolled over onto her other side. With her eyes closed, she nuzzled into one of the cushions along the back of the couch. She hugged one of the smaller side cushions to her chest.
Jenny sighed. "Okay… not a fan of eggs today. How about…" she set the fork down and stared at the plate. She picked up a piece of toast. "Cinnamon and sugar toast. My speciality."
"No toast."
The toast moved closer. "Just a few bites. I promise you've never tasted toast this good before."
"No toast," Shane repeated, flat and unemotional.
Leaning forward, Jenny dangled the triangular piece of toast over Shane. "Come on… have the toast. It's simply scrumptious."
"Then you eat it," Shane said. "Because I don't want it." She squeezed her eyes shut even more tightly. Her shoulders rose, brushing past the ends of her short hair to touch her earlobes.
"I already had some," she said, sure Shane wasn't buying it. "This is for you." Her hand moved back and forth, swinging the toast like a pendulum.
Shane opened an eye and looked up at it. The dark kohl outline was strong but not enough to make Jenny back off. She closed her eyes again and gave her head a shake. "No," she said, her voice deeper than usual. "No eggs. No toast. Nothing." There was a moment of pause, then her body shook and she sneezed. The sneeze was short and halting, but wet. She lifted her hand again and rubbed at her nose with her hand partially splayed.
"Okay…" Jenny said with a sigh. After setting the toast down on the plate she held the fork against the plate to keep it from sliding off as she set it all down on the coffee table beside her. She watched as Shane rubbed her nose into the back of her hand between thumb and forefinger. "Maybe something else then? A shake?"
"No shakes," Shane said, sounding a little more agitated now. Her body seized up again and shook as she sneezed twice into the couch cushions. She was wearing tight jeans, ripped here and there, and a blue hooded sweatshirt over a white wifebeater. But she still shivered a little, coming off the sneezes.
"How about a blanket?" Jenny offered, cocking her head.
Shane was rubbing her nose more often now, and sniffling. "No blanket."
Jenny sat in silence for a while, then leaned forward again. "No eggs," Jenny clarified. "No toast," she continued. "No blanket." Her lips were right by Shane's ear and her voice was even softer than normal. Shane tried hard to be silent, but her nose was running and she just had to sniff. Jenny smiled. "How about a Kleenex?"
Shane's shoulders rose again as she gave a laugh. "Yeah," she said finally.
"Yeah?" Jenny echoed.
Shane nodded. "Yeah."
Jenny slapped her hands upon her knees, just below the hem of her skirt, and she jumped to her feet. "Excellent start!" She headed to the bathroom for a box of Kleenex. And when she got back, Shane was sitting up and chewing. A piece of toast was in her hand. Jenny just smiled knowingly and sat down on the couch. It was a new box of Kleenex, so she ripped it open and pulled out a few tissues.
Shane froze, looking at Jenny. She swallowed the last bite of the piece of toast and her eyes went from Jenny's face to Jenny's hand then back up again. She reached over and ignored the Kleenex Jenny had extracted. Shane took a few out of the box and brought them to her face, rubbing her face into them rather than the other way around.
"It's really good toast," Shane confessed. She looked over at the plate, then went for the second piece that was there. She smiled, toast in one hand and the tissues in the other. She took another bite and sighed. "Fucking good toast, actually." She snuffled into the tissues, balled them up, and set them down on the couch to her side.
Jenny smiled a pleased smile and put her head on Shane's shoulder for a few moments. The strap of her lacey shirt slipped off her shoulder but she didn't make a move to right it. "Well now that you believe me about the toast, is there anything else I can get you?"
Shane shrugged and coughed into her shoulder. "You know, I could probably use some Codeine," she said hopefully.
"Mmmm," Jenny mused. "Perhaps you should just start with something a little softer. I think there's some Nyquil in the medicine cabinet from the last time Tim was sick. Can I get you a little of that?"
Shane shrugged and frowned, dropping her head down a little so that her eyes were half-hidden by her dark hair.
"Right…" Jenny said, nodding in understanding. "You don't need anything," she said gently and matter-of-factly. She tilted her own head in one direction, then back towards the other side. He gestured largely, waving her hand. "So I'll leave the bottle and a spoon on the sink. Just in case. And I'll be in my room writing. Within shouting distance… just in case." She smiled at Shane.
Shane rubbed two fingers at her nose, then wiggled her face a little, nostrils flaring with irritation. Her fingers flicked at her nose and she quickly swallowed so she wouldn't sneeze with her mouth full. Her eyes closed and she stopped rubbing only when she realized it was doing no good. She snapped forward, sneezing, her chest practically hitting her thighs. She sniffed wetly as she helped herself to more tissues.
"Okay," Jenny said, standing back up. "So…" she clasped her hands and held them to her face, thumbs pressed against her lips. Her index fingers were straight out, pointing up and touching the tip of her nose before she turned her hands to the side and rested her lips against the back of one of her hands. She was pointing down at Shane now. "So you don't need me to hope that you'll feel better, so I won't say that. But I will say I'm going to the store a little later and I shall be perfectly positioned to buy anything if you just so happen to think of something you do need."
Shane sighed and Jenny shrugged. "It's just a statement, not a suggestion," Jenny said, dropping her hands and smiling. "Because I know what you actually need is just to be left alone right now."
"Thank you," Shane said, smiling back at her. Then she lay back down, stretching out along the couch and rubbing herself into the cushions again to get comfortable. Jenny walked to the hallway and waited until she was sure Shane was asleep. Then, to the sound of stuffy, almost snore-like breathing, Jenny snuck back over and draped a blanket over Shane, just in case. Shane murmured something in her sleep which Jenny took as a good sign.
*blushes*
EDIT: Some pictures, in case anyone wants to know what these characters look like:
Jenny(left) & Shane(right): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/tarotgal/jennyshane.png
Shane(I had this as my desktop for a while): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/tarotgal/Heath_800.gif
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Date: 2005-11-17 11:05 am (UTC)I'm guessing that Shane is the person in your icon, right? I love her hair. Yeah. I'm sorry I can't offer more insight on anything specific but just wanted to let you know that I read this and enjoyed it! Always nice to read something fresh and new! :-)
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Date: 2005-11-18 02:53 am (UTC)It's a good one! I definitely recommend it. There's lots of sex but it's about much more than just the sex. The characters are fantastic and plot lines are a lot of fun.
I've got to love the cinnamon toast as that's a snack my grandmother always used to fix for me after school when I was little. So I know how good and warm and yummy it can be. Very cute.
I used to have it for breakfast (but just as part of a balanced breakfast, LOL) before school when I was young. VERY nummy. It seemed like a Jenny thing. I'm glad you liked that detail!
I'm guessing that Shane is the person in your icon, right? I love her hair.
Yep! That's her. My WTF? icon has her in it also. I uploaded a picture here: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/tarotgal/jennyshane.png
Jenny's on the left with her new haircut. Shane's on the right (she's a hairdresser, BTW). They're not together as a couple (at least, not to my knowledge! I'm only halfway through S2 though) but they are housemates as of the beginning of S2.
It's great you gave it a read, even though you don't know the fandom or anything. I really appreciate it! Thanks for the feedback! :-)
BTW... I notice you haven't put in a recommendation for a holiday gift fic. Would you like one from me? I'd be more than happy to write you something!! If you've got a preference or an idea of what you'd like, don't hesitate to let me know.
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Date: 2005-11-19 06:40 am (UTC)I've been meaning to respond to you about your question about whether or not I would like a holiday fic. I've been thinking about it for a little while but decided that there isn't really anything that I could ask for that I wouldn't feel guilty about. In the back of my mind there is something telling me that I haven't done anything to deserve it or contributed anything of any importance to have earned something so special or nice. But then again that feeling pops up more frequently than I would like. Plus, I just read your post about closing requests so it would make me feel double guilty if I asked for something now. So don't worry about me.
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Date: 2005-11-19 03:22 pm (UTC)DAMN LJ! GRrrrrrr!!!
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Date: 2005-11-20 06:44 am (UTC)I've been thinking about it for a little while but decided that there isn't really anything that I could ask for that I wouldn't feel guilty about.
I know what you mean about feeling guilty... tis hard to ask for things like this.
In the back of my mind there is something telling me that I haven't done anything to deserve it or contributed anything of any importance to have earned something so special or nice.
Are you kidding? You gave me a birthday present I loved muchly, you helped beta one of my fics, you made art for and helped me code fics for the annual challenge, and you've been great with commenting in my LJ, replying to my pointless posts and giving me loads of feedback. You TOTALLY deserve a fic in thank you from me!
Plus, I just read your post about closing requests so it would make me feel double guilty if I asked for something now. So don't worry about me.
You know how I mentioned there were 3 or 4 people I intend to write fics for even though they haven't requested anything yet? You're one of them.
Before I asked for requests I made my own list of people I wanted to write gift fics for, just to make sure I covered everyone. So you're on the list already (so it wouldn't be a new request) and I'd love to write something for you if there's something specific you want. I know we don't overlap in all that many fandoms, but I would definitely try to do my best for you!
I mean, if you seriously don't want a fic, I can live with that. But I'd really love to write one for you and I've intended to all along, which is why I mentioned it in the first place here :-) So please don't feel badly about it at all.
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Date: 2005-11-17 10:51 pm (UTC)I haven't seen any of Series 2 yet as it's not out in the shops over here yet and it's only shown on Sky (which I don't have) so this more than helps to make up for the wait.
"I don't need to eat. I don't need anything."
Perfect, *perfect* Shane.
Dumb English girl's question though- what's a wifebeater? *blushes*
Thanks for this, helped to lift a very long and trying day!
RC
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Date: 2005-11-17 11:53 pm (UTC)I'm only 2 disks into Season 2 myself (it only hit shelves a week or two ago, I think). I don't get the channel it's regularly shown on, either, so I totally know the feeling. I'm glad I could help with your wait.
"I don't need to eat. I don't need anything."
Perfect, *perfect* Shane.
I thought so *G* And, yay, I'm so glad you thought so, too!!
I SO adore her. Doesn't want anyone to give a damn about her, and yet she's SUCH a sweetheart and selfless, being there for her friends the second they need anything, and wanting to be nice and helpful to people who need help.
Dumb English girl's question though- what's a wifebeater? *blushes*
It's a term I really hate, personally, but I use it because that's just what it's called nowadays. It's basically a white tank top (tight-fitting, sleeveless undershirt). I think it got its name because of those horrid cop shows with men who are arrested for spousal abuse who are wearing those. Info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wifebeater_%28slang%29
I just looked up'wifebeater' in wikipedia and I see that in the United Kingdom and Ireland it's a slang term for Stella Artois brand beer. Yeeeeaaaahhhh. That's not what I meant at all. LOL Sorry for any confusion :-)
Thanks so much for the fb! It's great knowing I was on target, especially since this was just a sudden, short little thing.
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 02:56 am (UTC)