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I've got tons of fanfic that I've never quite managed to finish and I've gotten a few emails about various stories I've left incomplete and ones I've just mentioned I was writing but never got around to posting. For the hell of it I'm going to post some of my favorite unfinished fanfics for people to peruse for a couple of days. Probably a fic a day. Unfortunately, just because I'm posting them doesn't mean I'll get around to finishing them.
Still... I do like all of these stories and it's good to at least get a chance to share them with people who perhaps might feel the same. I'll be starting this posting frenzy with the sparsely started Part 4 of my L Word fanfic All The White Horses. Enjoy or something to that effect.
TITLE: All The White Horses
SERIES: The L Word
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
YAHOO ID: dreiser7
AIM or ICHAT ID: dreiser3
MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.net/
CONTENT: S3 spoilers. F/F romance. Alice/Dana. Danish.
SUMMARY: Alice and Dana reunite only to face a separation they can do little to prevent.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my ever increasing dislike of EZ Girl and Betty. Whyyyyyyy?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
http://www.dreiser.net/mp3/winter.mp3
Want to get an idea of what their beach house looks like? Take a look here!
http://www.beach-cottages.com/fl_vacation_rentals_details.aspx?RentalPropertyID=1
All The White Horses
By: Dreiser
Part Four…
They were lying on the couch watching Jaws, Alice hiding her face in Dana's chest and Dana chuckling at her girlfriend's notorious problem with scary movies. Combing her fingers through Alice's unruly locks, Dana said, "I've always wanted to live on the beach."
"For the scenic shark attacks?" asked Alice dryly, peeking up at Dana and avoiding the television. This was a perfect excuse to escape from watching the movie. She knew that Jaws would soon be appearing from the ocean as Chief Brody tossed chum over the side of the boat. It was a scene that had always particularly scared her and she far preferred to avoid watching it.
"No, not that," Dana replied in supremely droll tones, giving Alice's nose a playful squeeze and smiling at the high pitched squeal that greeted this action. "For the fresh sea air and the instant access to the beach. I dunno, Al," she said in a soft confession, releasing Alice's nose to once again run her fingers through messy blonde hair. "Ever since I was little there was something about the ocean. It just makes me feel peaceful. Like everything is right with the world when I'm there. The only places that I can think of that are better is to be on a tennis court or anywhere with you."
"What if you were on a beach front tennis court with me?" offered Alice teasingly, lifting an eyebrow. "Would you die from the feeling of utter peace and happiness?"
"Maybe," said Dana with twinkling eyes.
"Then you cannot ever be on a beach front tennis court in my presence," declared Alice, pointing up at Dana and wearing a mock stern expression. Lifting her right hand, she stroked the athlete's cheek with the back of it and said, "I don't want you dying. Not from cancer and not from some weird beach front tennis court and presence of Alice happiness. You have to stay with me forever. I demand it."
"You demand, huh?" said Dana in husky tones, ducking her head down, her breath hot on Alice's skin. "And who are you to be making demands on me?"
"The woman you love and the woman who loves you," said Alice simply, her eyes dark with passion as she pulled Dana in for a kiss that was lingering and sweet. Just so fucking sweet that Alice thought it was worthy of being put in a tacky wrapper to be sold on candy shelves across the country. But sadly, you couldn't sell this sweetness because it couldn't be packaged and it couldn't be bought. It was something you could only get from the joy and the pain and the years brought to a relationship that was truly developed. That was something you knew was meant to last and you had finally found that special place you belong in the taste of another person's lips. When they parted with soft gasps and a slight pant, Alice tucked her face into Dana's neck and rested there. Inhaling and exhaling with long pauses that made it seem like she was seriously considering whether or not to take each breath before it happened. Something that worried Dana and she was about to ask the blonde if there was anything wrong when Alice said in a bare whisper, "Maybe we should rent a beach house."
"Al?" questioned Dana, her voice lifting with happiness.
"I mean, we're pretty much already living together now," said Alice quickly, though her words were muffled as she continued to hide in the crook of Dana's neck. "But if things don't work out us renting means--"
Hands that were thin and pale but firm and strong in their grip gently grasped Alice's face, lifting it until their eyes met. Then Dana offered a soft and reassuring smile. "Things will work out," she murmured, leaning her head down to nuzzle their noses together. "I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be than in a beach house with you."
"Really?" Alice said in teasing tones, reaching out to capture Dana's lips in a lingering kiss. Smiling as one kiss led to another, she drawled, "You wouldn't rather be having mind blowing orgasms with me?"
Chuckling into Alice's kisses, Dana replied, "Inside our beach house, yes, I would."
"I'll call a real estate agent tomorrow," said Alice, her voice thick with desire, her mouth sinking into Dana's for kiss after kiss. Each one miraculously better than the last.
---
"Four bedrooms, hardwood floors, and a five second walk onto the beach," Alice murmured, feeling extremely pleased with this particular rental prospect. "What do you think, Dane?"
Sinking into Alice's arms and releasing a content sigh, Dana looked back at the blonde with a bright smile. "I love it," she said, her eyes alight with happiness.
"Then it's our house," said Alice firmly, resting her chin on Dana's shoulder. Trying her best to ignore how thin and frail it felt and consciously making an effort to not rest too much of her weight onto the athlete.
"Our house," Dana repeated, tasting the words and thoroughly loving how they sounded coming from her lips.
"In the middle of the street," Alice sang, unable to help herself. Once a song popped into her head she simply had to sing it. Because why else would it show up there? It wanted to be sung. Or at least that's what she told herself. "It's our castle and our keep."
"That's how the song goes?" asked Dana curiously, looking back at Alice again.
"Yeah," said Alice with a laugh. "What did you think the lyrics were?"
"I thought he said quiche, not keep," admitted Dana sheepishly.
"Why would he compare their house to a fancy version of a pot pie?" asked Alice, wearing a teasing expression and nudging Dana slightly.
"I don't know!" exclaimed Dana, looking both exasperated and embarrassed. "I just thought he sang about quiche, that's all."
Chuckling at this reply, Alice pressed an affectionate kiss onto Dana's cheek. She was careful of the athlete's wig when she did this. One of the central factors going against wearing a wig, in Dana's mind, was the probability that it could go flying off your head. She stated more than once she'd prefer to just go bald or simply wear a hat. Today, however, Dana had wanted to dress up for Helena's friend, Marcus, who was well known as the top real estate broker in southern California. So out came the wig and Dana's fear of it flying off with it. Despite Alice's caution, the kiss did what she feared and for the seventeenth time in two hours Dana reached up to touch the wig, reassuring herself it was perfectly in place.
Hating that she was the cause of this anxiety, and just plain hating that Dana had to feel that way at all, Alice buried her face in the crook of the athlete's neck. "You're beautiful," she whispered, her breath warm and soothing on Dana's skin. When the other woman released a scoffing noise of disbelief, Alice knew words wouldn't be enough. And so, with a slow and sensual lick, she made a path towards Dana's ear. Nibbling and sucking on the earlobe before she said in tones that reflected a clear desire. "And you taste good too."
"Al," Dana breathed her name more than said it. Her voice a portrait of so many things. Desire, amazement, relief, bemusement, and love the most of all. She turned, tangling her fingers in Alice's messy blonde locks and brought their lips together for a fierce kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Alice replied, burying her face once again in Dan's neck. Nuzzling her soft skin and releasing a wordless murmur of satisfaction, content to simply be in Dana's arms.
Beaming at this, Dana lifted her gaze and tucked her chin onto the top of Alice's head. Locking eyes with Marcus who had just appeared in the doorway leading to the large deck, Dana grinned and silently mouthed, "We'll take it."
Marcus gave a wide smile and a thumbs up in response. Then, like any good broker, he hurried off to get the contracts signed in order to seal the deal.
---
Friends is another word for good and free labor. Well, free labor anyway. If you count giving them food and drink in the place of an actual salary to be free. That was a belief Alice happened to hold for years. Which is why her and Dana's friends were in the newly rented beach house helping to move all their worldly possessions onto the premises. When they first told their friends of their plans to live in the beach house they were greeted with support and concern. Support for this new and important step in their relationship and concern over the magnitude of it.
Dana owned her townhouse, the mortgage was paid, the deed was hers. But Alice rented her miraculously affordable two bedroom apartment, something that was a true rarity in West Hollywood. Affordable as it was, Alice couldn't pay her rent for the apartment and the beach house and so, one had to go. It was an easy choice which to pick when one featured living with Dana and one did not.
No one wanted to think negatively, about the relationship ending, either through break up or death. Still, the thought couldn't help but pass through their minds since it was such a significant step in the romance. Perhaps Alice sensed this and that was why she was taking such delight in making them move in all the atrociously heavy furniture. Or she was simply a sadist who liked abusing her friends. It was hard to tell since her cute exterior did conceal a truly naughty streak.
But despite her attempts at being a slave driver not much was getting done. Simply because every bit of work was soon interrupted by a spat or awkward moment of some kind. Usually between the perpetually bickering Bette and Tina or unusually distant Shane and Carmen. Somehow in the weeks that had past countless things had happened to their friends in their relationships. Things that were tearing them apart all while Dana and Alice found themselves brought even closer together.
Part of Alice felt guilty for not knowing what was causing these problems. She had always prided herself on being a good friend and had done her best to live up to that idea of herself. After all, how could she expect people to be a good friend to her if she couldn't do the same for them? One leads through example or something like that. The best way to get people to be a good friend to you is to be one to them. Or so Alice had always thought.
Though it often seemed this belief failed her.
She pushed her guilt down, vowing she would go to them later and ask what was wrong. Try and discover if she could help or lend a sympathetic ear to their troubles. That was all she could do really. Because she wouldn't let herself feel guilty for focusing on Dana first. She couldn't ever do that. Her life was with Dana and so had to be her attention. Granted, she always hated the stereotypical dyke behavior of getting a girlfriend and ignoring your friends as a result but these weren't normal get a girlfriend circumstances. Her girlfriend had cancer.
Dana had cancer.
God, it never got easy. Not even thinking of this damn disease. Alice hated that. How everything seemed so fucking hard. Thinking of it, treating it, living with it, and worst of all predicting the fucking outcome.
When everything was so good between them but still so damn hard because of the cancer there was no way Alice could spare her attention to the love lives of others. Not when she had nightmares of Dana going to sleep and never waking up. Alice was a good friend but she wasn't that good.
There was Jenny and Moira though. No, Max, she repeated in her head, giving herself a mental punch in the shoulder for good measure. They were happy and Max, filled with not so legal testosterone, was moving more furniture than anyone. All while keeping a smile on Dana's face.
Then there was Dylan and Helena. While Alice could admit she was looking at Dylan with the protective and perhaps overly suspicious eyes of a best friend, she still saw something off here. She was almost too affectionate, as if she was playing the part of someone madly in love.
Not that Alice thought Dylan wasn't in love with Helena. There had been several moments throughout the day when Alice saw Dylan looking at Helena when she knew the filmmaker had no idea anyone was watching her. And the expression that Dylan wore was nothing short of adoration. Yes, Dylan loved Helena but there was something else there too. A sadness and a guilt perhaps. Like Dylan knew her love would only hurt Helena but she couldn't help acting it out all the same.
But maybe she was just over fucking analyzing again. Dana did say she had a horrible tendency to do that. Of course, Dana never analyzed anything so by her standards any analyzing was over analyzing.
(And this is where I stopped writing.)
Still... I do like all of these stories and it's good to at least get a chance to share them with people who perhaps might feel the same. I'll be starting this posting frenzy with the sparsely started Part 4 of my L Word fanfic All The White Horses. Enjoy or something to that effect.
TITLE: All The White Horses
SERIES: The L Word
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
YAHOO ID: dreiser7
AIM or ICHAT ID: dreiser3
MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.net/
CONTENT: S3 spoilers. F/F romance. Alice/Dana. Danish.
SUMMARY: Alice and Dana reunite only to face a separation they can do little to prevent.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my ever increasing dislike of EZ Girl and Betty. Whyyyyyyy?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
http://www.dreiser.net/mp3/winter.mp3
Want to get an idea of what their beach house looks like? Take a look here!
http://www.beach-cottages.com/fl_vacation_rentals_details.aspx?RentalPropertyID=1
All The White Horses
By: Dreiser
Part Four…
They were lying on the couch watching Jaws, Alice hiding her face in Dana's chest and Dana chuckling at her girlfriend's notorious problem with scary movies. Combing her fingers through Alice's unruly locks, Dana said, "I've always wanted to live on the beach."
"For the scenic shark attacks?" asked Alice dryly, peeking up at Dana and avoiding the television. This was a perfect excuse to escape from watching the movie. She knew that Jaws would soon be appearing from the ocean as Chief Brody tossed chum over the side of the boat. It was a scene that had always particularly scared her and she far preferred to avoid watching it.
"No, not that," Dana replied in supremely droll tones, giving Alice's nose a playful squeeze and smiling at the high pitched squeal that greeted this action. "For the fresh sea air and the instant access to the beach. I dunno, Al," she said in a soft confession, releasing Alice's nose to once again run her fingers through messy blonde hair. "Ever since I was little there was something about the ocean. It just makes me feel peaceful. Like everything is right with the world when I'm there. The only places that I can think of that are better is to be on a tennis court or anywhere with you."
"What if you were on a beach front tennis court with me?" offered Alice teasingly, lifting an eyebrow. "Would you die from the feeling of utter peace and happiness?"
"Maybe," said Dana with twinkling eyes.
"Then you cannot ever be on a beach front tennis court in my presence," declared Alice, pointing up at Dana and wearing a mock stern expression. Lifting her right hand, she stroked the athlete's cheek with the back of it and said, "I don't want you dying. Not from cancer and not from some weird beach front tennis court and presence of Alice happiness. You have to stay with me forever. I demand it."
"You demand, huh?" said Dana in husky tones, ducking her head down, her breath hot on Alice's skin. "And who are you to be making demands on me?"
"The woman you love and the woman who loves you," said Alice simply, her eyes dark with passion as she pulled Dana in for a kiss that was lingering and sweet. Just so fucking sweet that Alice thought it was worthy of being put in a tacky wrapper to be sold on candy shelves across the country. But sadly, you couldn't sell this sweetness because it couldn't be packaged and it couldn't be bought. It was something you could only get from the joy and the pain and the years brought to a relationship that was truly developed. That was something you knew was meant to last and you had finally found that special place you belong in the taste of another person's lips. When they parted with soft gasps and a slight pant, Alice tucked her face into Dana's neck and rested there. Inhaling and exhaling with long pauses that made it seem like she was seriously considering whether or not to take each breath before it happened. Something that worried Dana and she was about to ask the blonde if there was anything wrong when Alice said in a bare whisper, "Maybe we should rent a beach house."
"Al?" questioned Dana, her voice lifting with happiness.
"I mean, we're pretty much already living together now," said Alice quickly, though her words were muffled as she continued to hide in the crook of Dana's neck. "But if things don't work out us renting means--"
Hands that were thin and pale but firm and strong in their grip gently grasped Alice's face, lifting it until their eyes met. Then Dana offered a soft and reassuring smile. "Things will work out," she murmured, leaning her head down to nuzzle their noses together. "I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be than in a beach house with you."
"Really?" Alice said in teasing tones, reaching out to capture Dana's lips in a lingering kiss. Smiling as one kiss led to another, she drawled, "You wouldn't rather be having mind blowing orgasms with me?"
Chuckling into Alice's kisses, Dana replied, "Inside our beach house, yes, I would."
"I'll call a real estate agent tomorrow," said Alice, her voice thick with desire, her mouth sinking into Dana's for kiss after kiss. Each one miraculously better than the last.
---
"Four bedrooms, hardwood floors, and a five second walk onto the beach," Alice murmured, feeling extremely pleased with this particular rental prospect. "What do you think, Dane?"
Sinking into Alice's arms and releasing a content sigh, Dana looked back at the blonde with a bright smile. "I love it," she said, her eyes alight with happiness.
"Then it's our house," said Alice firmly, resting her chin on Dana's shoulder. Trying her best to ignore how thin and frail it felt and consciously making an effort to not rest too much of her weight onto the athlete.
"Our house," Dana repeated, tasting the words and thoroughly loving how they sounded coming from her lips.
"In the middle of the street," Alice sang, unable to help herself. Once a song popped into her head she simply had to sing it. Because why else would it show up there? It wanted to be sung. Or at least that's what she told herself. "It's our castle and our keep."
"That's how the song goes?" asked Dana curiously, looking back at Alice again.
"Yeah," said Alice with a laugh. "What did you think the lyrics were?"
"I thought he said quiche, not keep," admitted Dana sheepishly.
"Why would he compare their house to a fancy version of a pot pie?" asked Alice, wearing a teasing expression and nudging Dana slightly.
"I don't know!" exclaimed Dana, looking both exasperated and embarrassed. "I just thought he sang about quiche, that's all."
Chuckling at this reply, Alice pressed an affectionate kiss onto Dana's cheek. She was careful of the athlete's wig when she did this. One of the central factors going against wearing a wig, in Dana's mind, was the probability that it could go flying off your head. She stated more than once she'd prefer to just go bald or simply wear a hat. Today, however, Dana had wanted to dress up for Helena's friend, Marcus, who was well known as the top real estate broker in southern California. So out came the wig and Dana's fear of it flying off with it. Despite Alice's caution, the kiss did what she feared and for the seventeenth time in two hours Dana reached up to touch the wig, reassuring herself it was perfectly in place.
Hating that she was the cause of this anxiety, and just plain hating that Dana had to feel that way at all, Alice buried her face in the crook of the athlete's neck. "You're beautiful," she whispered, her breath warm and soothing on Dana's skin. When the other woman released a scoffing noise of disbelief, Alice knew words wouldn't be enough. And so, with a slow and sensual lick, she made a path towards Dana's ear. Nibbling and sucking on the earlobe before she said in tones that reflected a clear desire. "And you taste good too."
"Al," Dana breathed her name more than said it. Her voice a portrait of so many things. Desire, amazement, relief, bemusement, and love the most of all. She turned, tangling her fingers in Alice's messy blonde locks and brought their lips together for a fierce kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too," Alice replied, burying her face once again in Dan's neck. Nuzzling her soft skin and releasing a wordless murmur of satisfaction, content to simply be in Dana's arms.
Beaming at this, Dana lifted her gaze and tucked her chin onto the top of Alice's head. Locking eyes with Marcus who had just appeared in the doorway leading to the large deck, Dana grinned and silently mouthed, "We'll take it."
Marcus gave a wide smile and a thumbs up in response. Then, like any good broker, he hurried off to get the contracts signed in order to seal the deal.
---
Friends is another word for good and free labor. Well, free labor anyway. If you count giving them food and drink in the place of an actual salary to be free. That was a belief Alice happened to hold for years. Which is why her and Dana's friends were in the newly rented beach house helping to move all their worldly possessions onto the premises. When they first told their friends of their plans to live in the beach house they were greeted with support and concern. Support for this new and important step in their relationship and concern over the magnitude of it.
Dana owned her townhouse, the mortgage was paid, the deed was hers. But Alice rented her miraculously affordable two bedroom apartment, something that was a true rarity in West Hollywood. Affordable as it was, Alice couldn't pay her rent for the apartment and the beach house and so, one had to go. It was an easy choice which to pick when one featured living with Dana and one did not.
No one wanted to think negatively, about the relationship ending, either through break up or death. Still, the thought couldn't help but pass through their minds since it was such a significant step in the romance. Perhaps Alice sensed this and that was why she was taking such delight in making them move in all the atrociously heavy furniture. Or she was simply a sadist who liked abusing her friends. It was hard to tell since her cute exterior did conceal a truly naughty streak.
But despite her attempts at being a slave driver not much was getting done. Simply because every bit of work was soon interrupted by a spat or awkward moment of some kind. Usually between the perpetually bickering Bette and Tina or unusually distant Shane and Carmen. Somehow in the weeks that had past countless things had happened to their friends in their relationships. Things that were tearing them apart all while Dana and Alice found themselves brought even closer together.
Part of Alice felt guilty for not knowing what was causing these problems. She had always prided herself on being a good friend and had done her best to live up to that idea of herself. After all, how could she expect people to be a good friend to her if she couldn't do the same for them? One leads through example or something like that. The best way to get people to be a good friend to you is to be one to them. Or so Alice had always thought.
Though it often seemed this belief failed her.
She pushed her guilt down, vowing she would go to them later and ask what was wrong. Try and discover if she could help or lend a sympathetic ear to their troubles. That was all she could do really. Because she wouldn't let herself feel guilty for focusing on Dana first. She couldn't ever do that. Her life was with Dana and so had to be her attention. Granted, she always hated the stereotypical dyke behavior of getting a girlfriend and ignoring your friends as a result but these weren't normal get a girlfriend circumstances. Her girlfriend had cancer.
Dana had cancer.
God, it never got easy. Not even thinking of this damn disease. Alice hated that. How everything seemed so fucking hard. Thinking of it, treating it, living with it, and worst of all predicting the fucking outcome.
When everything was so good between them but still so damn hard because of the cancer there was no way Alice could spare her attention to the love lives of others. Not when she had nightmares of Dana going to sleep and never waking up. Alice was a good friend but she wasn't that good.
There was Jenny and Moira though. No, Max, she repeated in her head, giving herself a mental punch in the shoulder for good measure. They were happy and Max, filled with not so legal testosterone, was moving more furniture than anyone. All while keeping a smile on Dana's face.
Then there was Dylan and Helena. While Alice could admit she was looking at Dylan with the protective and perhaps overly suspicious eyes of a best friend, she still saw something off here. She was almost too affectionate, as if she was playing the part of someone madly in love.
Not that Alice thought Dylan wasn't in love with Helena. There had been several moments throughout the day when Alice saw Dylan looking at Helena when she knew the filmmaker had no idea anyone was watching her. And the expression that Dylan wore was nothing short of adoration. Yes, Dylan loved Helena but there was something else there too. A sadness and a guilt perhaps. Like Dylan knew her love would only hurt Helena but she couldn't help acting it out all the same.
But maybe she was just over fucking analyzing again. Dana did say she had a horrible tendency to do that. Of course, Dana never analyzed anything so by her standards any analyzing was over analyzing.
(And this is where I stopped writing.)
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I was so excited to see that you posted a continuation of ATWH. I don't know if you'll ever get the motivation to finish the story, but it has been one of my favorites. I'm torn between wanting a living Dana or a completed story. I'll just picture them staring out at the water - happy. :-)
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