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I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by Amberina
Lilah Morgan has known Gwen Raiden since she was a tiny little electro-toddler. Eventually the big, puffy mittens became sleek opera gloves. Eventually, the toddler became the sixteen year old Lilah knew now.
Lilah looked at her watch. Gwen was late. Not a big surprise, really. Promptness wasn't really her virtue. If Gwen had any virtues, Lilah couldn't determine. Not that Lilah herself claimed to have any.
Eventually, she caught sight of Gwen making her way up the beach to her. She was bundled up, as always, but her blue hair was sticking out from underneath the hood she wore. Lilah smiled at her slightly, a small smile just to acknowledge her presence. Gwen scowled back.
"I'm so fucking hot," Gwen sighed, plopping down beside Lilah.
Lilah shrugged. "I'm sorry?"
"No, you're not," Gwen said, a slight moan escaping her lips as she shifted in the sand.
"Okay, I'm not," Lilah admitted with a small grin. "But I wish I was, does that count?"
"No."
Lilah watched Gwen squint up at the sun for a moment. She really was beautiful, if a bit young for Lilah. Lilah would never, ever touch her, of course. Gwen's impairment made it impossible anyway.
"So what do you have for me today?" Gwen asked suddenly, turning to Lilah.
"Nothing you've heard of," Lilah replied. "I met up with this British guy -- Ethan or something. Deals in black magick and mystical drugs."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Mystical drugs?" Gwen rolled her eyes. "Do I look like an idiot to you, Lilah? Might as well give me placebo and tell me it's acid."
"Hey, fuck you. I met this guy especially for you!" Lilah exclaimed. Ungrateful little bitch.
Gwen sighed. "Can we go inside somewhere?"
"Like where?" Lilah asked blankly.
"Like I fucking care. I don't know. Anywhere."
Lilah sighed and stood up, brushing sand off of her ass. "We could go back to my place."
Gwen raised an eyebrow.
Lilah narrowed her eyes. "Oh, please. Like I really meant it that way."
Gwen shrugged and followed Lilah to her car.
When they got to Lilah's vacation house, Lilah was disappointed to find that not only was her mother, stepfather, and kid sister there, they had company. Of the Texan variety. New money, she could tell. Oil, she guessed. It didn't matter.
They were ruddy and spoke with increasingly annoying accents. There was a woman with really bad teeth, a man who ate too much bacon, and a good-looking but slightly cocky twenty-something man that they introduced as their nephew, Lindsey.
"He's a law student," the woman said, slapping him on the back, a proud smile on her face. Lilah wished she took the consideration to keep her fucking mouth closed when she smiled.
Lilah's mother's eyes lit up. "Imagine that! So is our Lilah."
Lilah smiled politely, while Gwen seemed to be checking the younger man out. Lilah noticed that Kennedy's eyes were fixed on Gwen the whole time.
The older man slapped his knee. Texans seemed to do a lot of slapping. He laughed loudly, a big, hearty chuckle that sounded about as pleasant as a jackhammer. "Maybe our Lindsey could marry into the family," he said, with a wink in Lilah's direction.
Lilah visibly shuddered. She knew her mother noticed, because she gave her a look that told her she very much disapproved of her reaction.
She figured she'd better get out of there before they had her married to Lindsey, and them running a law firm together. Like she'd ever be able to work with a fucking Texan.
"It was so nice to meet you," she said with more than a little sarcasm, but no one but Gwen seemed to notice. She heard Gwen snicker behind her softly. After a few handshakes, Lilah led Gwen to her bedroom.
As soon as Lilah had the door closed and locked, Gwen began to strip. Layers and layers of clothing hit Lilah's floor. Lilah couldn't help the warm feeling that shot down her body.
Finally, Gwen stood before her in faded denim shorts and a rather low-cut tank top. No bra. Her hair was held back by a big, blue scrunchie the color of her hair. Lilah turned, trying not to look at the girl standing in front of her. Too young, and impossible to touch. Impossible, Lilah reminded herself. Unless . . .
She was jolted from her thoughts as music began to blast from her stereo system. The Ramones. "I Wanna Be Sedated."
I wanna be your Joey Ramone, Lilah thought as she watched Gwen begin to half-dance/half-bounce around the room. Shy was one thing Gwen wasn't. And that? Lilah couldn't help but feel grateful for.
"Hey, Gwen," Lilah shouted over the music, pulling the strip of pills Ethan gave her from her pocket. Mystical, magickal pills. Something told her Gwen would be sorry for mocking them. Lilah waved them, a small smile on her face. "Are you sure you don't want?"
Gwen stared at her for a moment before grinning. "Gimmie."
Lilah carefully placed the pills on her bed. Gwen walked over and picked them up. Lilah watched as Gwen examined them, popped a couple out, and continued to look at them. Turning them over in her palm. Trying to figure out if she should take them, Lilah guessed. Lilah would be very pissed off if she didn't. Ethan didn't scare her really, but she had heard stories about the things he could do and he made her slightly uneasy. Meeting with him wasn't something she had ever planned to do. Then she heard about these.
"Just take one," Lilah sighed, exasperated.
"Hey, fuck you," Gwen said, before popping two into her mouth. She swallowed them and flashed Lilah a smile. "What do they do anyway?"
Lilah snorted. "Shouldn't you have asked that before you took them?"
"But that would have been smart," Gwen said, sitting down on Lilah's bed.
She seemed to be waiting for something to happen. Lilah smirked. "You know -- pills take a while to kick in."
"Oh. Yeah." Gwen looked down at her gloved hands. Sleek red gloves that came up to her elbows. Lilah loved Gwen's gloves. They seemed like a fashion statement, almost.
"So," Lilah began, "the Ethan guy told me he could get me a job at this law firm in LA when I get out of school."
Gwen was silent for a moment. "The guy you bought these from was a fucking lawyer?"
"No, just does business with them," Lilah explained carefully. "I did a little research on the law firm -- Wolfram and Hart -- apparently very powerful and, well, not your normal law firm."
"What's that mean?" Gwen asked, her face blank.
"I guess they represent evil. Like, true evil. Demons and witches and vampires and werewolves. All kinds of creatures and magickal people and -- " Lilah caught sight of the look on Gwen's face and sighed, " -- no, I'm serious. Gwen, you're fucking electric, do you think that's normal?"
"Fuck you," Gwen said, a dark expression crossing her face.
"Hey," Lilah said, raising her hands in mock-surrender. "I'm just saying."
Gwen scowled and looked down. "So do you even know what these pills do?"
Lilah sighed. "I'm not entirely sure. There's a possible side-effect that causes -- well, see, it'd kind of fix you. For a bit. Maybe. It all depends on how your body reacts to mystical drugs."
Gwen turned towards Lilah, a small grin on her face. "Want to see if it worked?" She began to peel her gloves off. "I can test it out on you . . ."
"Gwen -- " but before Lilah could get the rest out, Gwen's hand grasped her wrist.
Nothing.
Nothing except Gwen's skin against hers.
Lilah stared down at her arm. She looked back up at Gwen, who wore an expression of shock.
"You were trying to kill me!" Lilah said finally.
Gwen shook her head softly. "Was not."
Lilah gave up and continued to stare down at her arm. Gwen's bare fingers wrapped around it, tightly. It almost hurt. Almost.
After a moment, Gwen finally pulled her hand away. She looked down and said softly, "Hey, Lilah?" She raised her head and looked Lilah directly in the eyes. She looked shaky, scared -- and more than a little stoned.
"Yeah?"
And then Gwen moved in, her lips pressing against Lilah's harshly at first. Slowly, Gwen softened the kiss. Getting more comfortable with it. Lilah placed her hand on Gwen's back, pulling her closer. Forgetting all the warnings of "too young" and "impossible" she told herself earlier.
Lilah carefully, slowly, pushed the tip of her tongue into Gwen's mouth. As soon as Gwen brought her tongue to meet Lilah's, they were shocked apart.
Lilah's back slammed into her dresser, knocking the air out of her. "Fuck."
Gwen was gathering up her clothes (layers and layers and layers). She balled them up in her arms and left, no words to Lilah.
Lilah slid down to the floor, sighing. One day, she'd find something that worked longer. Maybe at that Wolfram and Hart place. Ethan said they could help her. Lilah wondered if maybe they really could.
She doubted it, but she'd be willing to sign her soul over just at the possibility.