one last time
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sailorsongfandom: spice girls
pairing: geri/mel b
word count: 248w
written for: 3sf · prompt
Geri knows this is the last time. Tonight, in this hotel room, is the last time she'll ever have Melanie all to herself.
She's getting older. Geri knows she can't spend the rest of her life inside this teenage fantasy that started all those years ago in Maidenhead, in a fucked up bedroom on top of an uncomfortable mattress, hidden from the the girls, management and the rest of the world. It's harmless fun, Melanie told her the next morning. Geri remembers agreeing, remembers laughing, remembers poking fun at how bad Melanie was at keeping quiet.
But it's not harmless. It's too much and it's everything she wants and it's ruining Geri's idea of a good, safe future next to a man. She can't keep holding on to this. She can't keep clinging to her undying love and devotion for someone who doesn't love her back.
"Geri," Melanie calls, tugging at Geri's bra, bringing her back to earth—to her. "You have a hot woman in bed with you and you prefer to be stuck in your stupid head?"
Geri doesn't laugh. Geri doesn't speak. She leans down and kisses Melanie, desperately, fingers threading through her hair, knee between her legs. Melanie lets out a broken sound, hooks her arms around Geri's neck, and it takes all of Geri's willpower to not burst into tears right then and there.
This is the last time, she repeats in her head like a punishment. You have to make it worth it.
pairing: geri/mel b
word count: 248w
written for: 3sf · prompt
Geri knows this is the last time. Tonight, in this hotel room, is the last time she'll ever have Melanie all to herself.
She's getting older. Geri knows she can't spend the rest of her life inside this teenage fantasy that started all those years ago in Maidenhead, in a fucked up bedroom on top of an uncomfortable mattress, hidden from the the girls, management and the rest of the world. It's harmless fun, Melanie told her the next morning. Geri remembers agreeing, remembers laughing, remembers poking fun at how bad Melanie was at keeping quiet.
But it's not harmless. It's too much and it's everything she wants and it's ruining Geri's idea of a good, safe future next to a man. She can't keep holding on to this. She can't keep clinging to her undying love and devotion for someone who doesn't love her back.
"Geri," Melanie calls, tugging at Geri's bra, bringing her back to earth—to her. "You have a hot woman in bed with you and you prefer to be stuck in your stupid head?"
Geri doesn't laugh. Geri doesn't speak. She leans down and kisses Melanie, desperately, fingers threading through her hair, knee between her legs. Melanie lets out a broken sound, hooks her arms around Geri's neck, and it takes all of Geri's willpower to not burst into tears right then and there.
This is the last time, she repeats in her head like a punishment. You have to make it worth it.
