L Word Fic: I Believe (Alice/Helena; Helacious) (Inspiration Word: Drunk)

[dreiser]

I've been partcipating in the femslash_today 4th of July porn battle and I felt like reposting my little Helacious offering here. I'm finding this great fun and might write another few fics before the contest ends. I think it's the 4,300 character limit that is making this sort of fun but frustrating for me. I do tend to be fucking wordy. Because of the aforementioned character limit it's on the short side. Per the rules here's a link to the original post:

http://community.livejournal.com/femslash_today/23265.html



TITLE: I Believe
SERIES: The L Word
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
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CONTENT: F/F romance. Sex. Alice/Helena. Helacious.

I Believe

By: Dreiser

They had decided to get spectacularly drunk. Surely that would help to numb their broken hearts. But after two bottles of vodka and watching Alice fumble with opening the rum, Helena began to think this venture was not the wisest.

"You're too drunk to open the bottle, darling," Helena said primly, though her words were slurred. "Perhaps we should stop."

"I can smash it open," reasoned Alice, squinting at the bottle and lifting it in a halfway menacing manner. "Then we can drink it."

"But it will be smashed," said Helena, frowning this logic that didn't even make sense to her alcohol addled mind.

"We're smashed," Alice drawled, grinning largely and pointing the rum at her friend.

"Terribly," agreed Helena. She rose to her feet and unsteadily made her way to Alice and clumsily reached out to hold her hands. Carefully guiding them until they placed the rum onto the counter. "I think we ought to stop."

The blonde leaned into her, hiding in the crook of the British woman's neck, and whispered, "But I can still feel." Silence then Alice confessed, "I don't want to feel anymore. Everything hurts since Dana died and I don't think it's going to stop. I don't think I can be happy again."

Attempting to blink away the blurry control of the alcohol, Helena said fiercely, "You will be happy again. You must believe that or it will surely never happen." A soft laugh was the reply. Alice didn't believe she could be happy without Dana and the thought of that made Helena go a bit mad and she shook the blonde. "You must believe it."

"Helena?" Alice breathed, appearing almost frightened.

"I'm sorry, darling," said Helena, shaking her head, not sure what had come over her. "I just want you to believe, is all."

"I do," said Alice entirely too brightly, flashing a wide smile that had a manic quality. "I believe it."

She didn't though and Helena knew that and once again she found herself becoming enraged and while the alcohol was clouding her mind she also knew the reason why. It was that long dormant crush she had forced herself to forget when Dana's illness was discovered and Alice appeared to be making romantic amends with her.

But Dana was dead and Alice was unhappy.

So moving forward with a speed she wasn't aware she possessed, Helena captured Alice's lips in a passionate kiss, her lips hot and eager, her tongue smoothly seeking entrance past soft lips. All the time thinking foremost in her mind that should this all go wrong she could blame it on the alcohol. But when she felt Alice moan into her and pull her close, Helena knew things were going perfectly right.

They continued to kiss, tongues sucking hard and deep as they stumbled into the living room, Alice falling on the couch with a laugh. Helena smiled, bright and brilliant, seeking out the blonde's mouth again, kissing her while she fumbled with Alice's pants with ever increasing aggravation.

Where in the bloody hell was the zipper?

Pulling her lips away with a gasp, Alice chuckled affectionately at the irate look on Helena's features. "Button fly," she revealed.

"Fucking Levi's," Helena grumbled, tugging at the second button, mumbling a string of curses as she tackled the third.

The third button was miraculously set free and Helena decided to simply yank the accursed material from Alice's body with her panties soon following. Then she leaned in for the first taste, sweeping into the blonde and taking everything she was for her own. Alice tasted bittersweet, like berries left out in the sun and Helena found herself drunk again but this time from the taste of the other woman.

She sucked hard then soft on the blonde's clit before pushing inside of her and slowly drawing out, playing with folds of Alice's sex and losing herself there. Smiling happily at the feeling of lithe fingers tangling in her hair, encouraging her on, but not smiling nearly as much as when she felt the writer tremble and pulse under her touch as an orgasm overtook her. Surely, Helena thought, she had to be happy now.

Licking the last of Alice from her lips, blue eyes peered upwards and saw the look of utter contentment the blonde wore was only overshadowed by the joy clearly evident in dark brown eyes. Stroking Helena's cheek, Alice whispered, "I believe."

End

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[narcolepsy-slds.livejournal.com]

thank you, though I really should not have read it that early in the morning *g*
I hope you will write a little bit more for that infamous battle.

P.S. It is always the third button that opens miraculously - if you want it or not.

[dreiser.livejournal.com]

Short porn drabbles aren't good in the morning? I myself have never worn button up fly jeans so I guessed about the third button. Hey, it seemed funny to me.