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emilyexorsist) wrote2011-01-09 09:30 pm
Fic: The Newest Attraction (Tom/Bill - NC-17) Part 2
Title: The Newest Attraction (Part 2/?)
Pairing: Tom/Bill
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for now. Oh except it's femmeslash
Word Count: 2,661
Disclaimer: Didn't happen and never will because Bill and Tom aren't girls
Summary: As soon as Tommy arrives as the new kid at Newbury High she sweeps up the social hierarchy, quickly becoming one of the most popular girls in the school. This instant success doesn’t sit will with Billy who scorns Tommy’s popularity. But when Tommy decides to take an interest in Billy, her animosity doesn't stick around.
Notes: Part 2! I don't know how long this is going to be and it's more of an experiment than anything else, and a lot of fun to write ^_^ Sorry about the inevitable mistakes, they're all mine. Enjoy!
Part 1
Part 2:
As final graders at Newbury High, the students were permitted to leave the school premises during free periods and lunch breaks. Usually, Billy preferred to remain at school, never seeing the point in wasting time to leap all over the place when exams were just round the corner. Besides, going home never really appealed to her on the best of days.
Today saw otherwise, however. Today saw her hurrying down the road outside their school with a grin, a sopping wet bag knocking against her side and an equally as wet girl running beside her.
The moment they’d stepped out of the main entrance rain had begun to pelt down from the heavens, peppering every student caught in the crossfire with liquid bullets. Immediately, Billy had yelped, turning round to hurry back inside, but Tommy had had other ideas and had snatched Billy’s hand in hers to tug her further into the storm.
“If I catch pneumonia you are so paying for the hospital bills!” Billy called, squawking when Tommy splattered her with a puddle one of her shoes landed in the middle of as they ran.
Tommy only laughed, saying, “You’ll be thanking me by the end of lunch!”
In response, Billy cocked an eyebrow but before she could advance her rejoinder, Tommy stopped and shepherded Billy into a small, pokey looking café.
It was quaint, Billy guessed; an eclectic collection of tables and chairs all crowded into a small space with cream-washed walls and speckled blue linoleum flooring. Adorning the walls were countless paintings and photos of what appeared to be this very café over the years, and at the back of the café Billy could see an enormous notice board with leaflets and letters and certificates all tacked into the cork. Off to the left sat a counter boasting an impressive number of pastries and creamy looking deserts which Billy nearly licked her lips at the sight of.
Behind them, the door swung shut with a tinkle of the bell overhead and she shuddered. Shaking herself, she glanced over her body, scoping out the worst of the damage caused by the rain. Her eyes landed despairingly on her black Gucci bag when she noticed it was drenched, the leather all shiny and... ruined.
“Okay?” Tommy asked, her chest heaving slightly after their impromptu dash.
Billy nodded miserably, “Yeah. But my bag’s not.”
Tommy looked at her then promptly burst out laughing.
“Hey, I don’t see what’s funny!” Billy cried, trying in vain to rub away at the leather. It dried but left the bag looking dull and old. And she wasn’t going for the vintage look. “Fuck.”
“It’ll dry,” Tommy shrugged, still chuckling, then placed a guiding hand on the small of Billy’s back. She led them over to the bar set up by the entrance of the café and nodded to the man behind it with a friendly smile.
“Usual?” he grunted, not looking up and thereby missing Tommy’s greeting.
But when Tommy cleared her throat pointedly, his eyebrows shot up and he smiled, looking warmly at the two girls.
“Two please! And don’t forget the extra ketchup. Thanks Michael” Tommy chimed, grinning before moving off towards the back of the small café.
“You even know the staff here?” Billy asked incredulously, ogling over her shoulder at the enormous man who was now taking another student’s order. She couldn’t believe the social storm that was hurricane Tommy. It had taken Tommy two weeks to become not only the school’s own social butterfly, but she was also on speaking terms with the staff at the charming little café Billy herself had never stepped into.
She frowned, feeling put out and wondering when on earth she’d gone wrong. Her own social position wasn’t bottom of the heap but it wasn’t top either. She’d spent her school years scorning the ‘populars’, laughing at their ridiculous escapades and turning her nose up at all the giggling and messing around.
Looking back, she supposed she could have handled herself better. It was only now she seemed close to realising she’s done a very good job of alienating herself. Although she told herself and her friends she was a proud member of the outsiders, she’s always had niggling doubts. Perhaps all the haughty attitude had done was push herself further into a corner and so, deeper into subconsciously unwanted isolation.
“What’s up?” Tommy had noticed as she motioned for Billy to slide onto a wooden chair. She did the same, opposite. “Is it that bag of yours?”
Billy shook her head, “No—well yes.” Not exactly lying but not exactly indulging Tommy with the complete truth of her ponderings. Quickly, she chose a different track and decided to share that with Tommy instead.
“Is it something special? Like a family heirloom?”
Billy snorted at that, “Does it look like a family heirloom?” She nudged the bag with the toe of her boot as she crossed her legs under the table.
Tommy tilted her head down at the Gucci tote, considering, “Well, I suppose not; looks too new for that,” she lifted her face to Billy again, “So spill, have you got some deep emotional attachment to it?”
Bill sighed, resigning herself to indulge Tommy with some truth, “Kinda; my dad gave it to me.”
“Are you close?” Tommy asked, smiling slightly at Billy over the salt and pepper and sauces placed in the centre of the table. Billy wished they weren’t there, that she was able to see Tommy before her with no barriers, just Tommy bright and open face.
Bringing herself back to the conversation, she reached forward with one hand as she said, “No way.”
“You’re not? Aw, I’m sorry about that,” Tommy looked sympathetic, genuinely interested in Billy’s story.
Billy snorted, “Don’t be. That bag, was a ‘hey sweetie, I’m leaving you and your mum forever but here’s a designer bag’ bag.” She shoved the condiments over to the edge of the table with an angry swipe, still able to taste bitterness two and half years on.
The face Tommy pulled was both adorable and empathic, “Ouch,” she said, “Sorry to pry, I didn’t mean to get so deep on a first date.”
Billy’s belly flipped hard and she perked, forgetting about her dad. She waved the conversation aside with a flourish of her hand that jangled the bracelets decorating her wrist. The corners of her lips fought hard against a grin, “This is a date?” she ventured.
“Well, yeah,” Tommy grinned across at her, seemingly completely at ease, “Sweet girl, cute café, I’m paying.” She tipped a wink at Billy before leaning back against the wooden chair.
A moment passed in comfortable silence and shared smiles. The brief lull in conversation allowed Billy to consider how she’d ended up sitting across from the girl she’d spent two weeks glaring at all because she was the current Miss Popular. Indeed, Tommy was both gorgeous and kind. Her eyes never stopped twinkling; they hid a glint of knowledge, both humorous and something deeper and every time Tommy gave Billy a smile it felt personal, like something she should cherish until the next one. Which undoubtedly would appear within the next ten seconds.
There was the same comfortableness Billy felt when she was with her friends, only fresher and more charged. She felt as though she didn’t have to try, but at the same time wanted to impress Tommy, be appreciated by her in fullness. There was no escaping the pull of attraction she felt for the girl opposite, it buzzed inside her and set her belly into a frenzy of excited butterflies.
Tommy’s hip-hop attire and heavy dreads was something Billy would never have picked out, let alone label sexy. But even the voluminous shirts Tommy donned made Billy’s belly swirl. They matched her casual disposition, complementing the laid back attitude she seemed to approach everything with. That made Billy wonder...
“...My friend Andi told me you turned down Georg,” she peered at Tommy, not sure if she was overstepping her rights of first date courtesy.
But Tommy looked unperturbed and crooked another lopsided smile at Billy, “Yeah, he’s not my type.”
“You don’t like guys?” Billy pushed, her fringe falling over her eyes a little but not curtaining the world out completely. Just enough to seem modest, inquisitive in a cute way.
“I like guys,” Tommy said slowly, “But I like girls, too.”
Billy nodded in understanding, even if she couldn’t relate. Her attraction to girls hadn’t been a conscious realisation. It had been more a coming to terms with something she’d never really paid much attention to before Abby Bellock when she was thirteen. After that, anyone she noticed, took a fancy to, picked out of the crowd always had breasts and a soft face and most definitely no penis.
“So was Georg okay about it?” Billy went on, unable to stop herself. Tommy’s face was open and she could see no trace of discomfort.
“Yeah, he was cool,” Tommy said, “He said he’d seen me checking out a girl in the canteen anyway so it wasn’t too much a shock for him.”
Billy felt a flash of disappointment, so already Tommy had been testing out the dating scene at Newbury High. She supposed it was her naivety shining through at this point; of course someone as gorgeous and confident as Tommy would have no qualms about getting involved with anyone who caught her eye.
Then, the laugh Tommy let out surprised Billy and her eyes snapped up in question, “You look more surprised than Georg was. Don’t worry, it was you I was checking out.”
The words came out so easily Billy had to blink twice and focus on keeping her bottom jaw from slacking, “Seriously?”
Again Tommy chuckled, “Deadly. Why do think I invited you to my party, and asked you out today?”
“I thought pretty much the whole school was going to your party,” Billy scoffed, folding her arms onto the slightly greasy table.
“Yeah but no one else got a private and personal invite,” Tommy gave Billy another grin. In fact her smile was pretty much perpetual and it was rubbing off on Billy, who had barely stopped smiling over at the dreaded girl in front of her.
“Two of my specials, for two lovely ladies,” came a deep voice from beside their table.
Billy sat back as two plates were placed before each of them and the man stood back, the corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile.
“Thanks, Michael,” Tommy said, looking down at her plate with an eager smack of her lips, “This looks great.”
“Enjoy yourselves,” the man named Michael said before turning away and striding into a door off to the left that must have lead to the kitchens.
Billy sized up the enormous sandwich she’d been presented with. It was stuffed full of every ingredient she could imagine and she wondered how she should start. It was packed to thickly with fillings Billy was dubious, just how exactly would she fit it into her mouth? It did look delicious.
“Tuck in, then,” Tommy encouraged, and Billy looked up in time to see Tommy sink her teeth into the sandwich with an almost sinful moan of satisfaction.
Billy dropped her eyes to the plate again, deciding to take the plunge just as Tommy had. With two hands, she picked it up and drew it to her lips, opening wide.
It tasted delicious. Before she could suppress it, she let out a moan of her own, crunching down into the food and relishing in the explosion that set her taste buds alight. Her stomach was definitely glad Tommy had taken her here.
“Good?” Tommy apparently wanted to know, grinning over at Billy.
“So good,” Billy’s response was muffled, given the enormous chunk of sandwich she was still working on, “Ooopfs.”
Tommy laughed, “Such a lady.”
“Hey,” Billy said around her mouthful. She chewed, then swallowed, “If I was all lady we wouldn’t have much fun on dates.”
“Oh? No?” Tommy raised a thick eyebrow, “I could say something about what comes after the date right now. What are your manners like then?”
Billy flushed but didn’t look away and narrowed her eyes playfully at Tommy, “Too early to say. I’ll have to see what yours are like.”
Tommy sat back, sandwich still clutched in her long fingers, “Fair enough.”
They continued to eat. Chattering and laughing and flirting all came so easily with the dread head sitting opposite for company and time just flew by. Billy’s stomach wouldn’t settle for more than three seconds at a time before Tommy was grinning at her again, teasing her and relaying obscene stories about her friends back at Beaufort - the school she’d moved from.
“So,” Tommy, long after their sandwiches had been demolished, “What’s the verdict? Can I take you out again?”
The hopeful shine in Tommy’s eyes was enough to dissuade Billy from telling the girl opposite no. In fact, there wasn’t anything that wouldn’t make her want to go out with Tommy again. Tommy was, veritably perfect in Billy’s eyes.
Tommy was sitting anxiously across, eyes wide and expectant. Billy could see her knee bobbing away where it jutted out from under the small, circular table. To end her suffering, Billy smiled, “Course you can, you idiot.”
Tommy’s face split into an even wider grin and she stood, snagging her rucksack from the floor and holding out her spare hand for Billy. Billy took it, loving the way their fingers intertwined so snugly. Tommy’s hand was warm and safe, it tugged her along after dropping the due money onto the table, leaving a generous tip. As the exited the shop Michael called his goodbyes to them, which the two girls returned with a wave.
Tommy didn’t let go of Billy’s hand all the way back to school, even when a few people whistled and called over to the pair. Billy thought it was funny holding hands still caused a stir among her fellow students and she only grinned at the attention the two were receiving.
“Thanks for lunch,” Billy said as the pair began to slow once inside the school building.
“I was right!” Tommy whooped, “I told you that you’d be thanking me by the end of lunch.”
Billy laughed, “I could just be being polite you know.”
Tommy eyed her up, “I don’t really think you’re one for that, if you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t have said thank you.”
Billy smiled and shrugged, “I suppose you’re right. And I did accept your second date offer.”
“So, can I see you after school then?” Tommy asked, turning to face Billy outside a classroom that Billy presumed was Tommy’s next class. The hallways were yet to be filled with students all heading off for class; they still had ten minutes left of lunch.
“Umm, yeah,” Billy said, after mentally sifting through her evening’s responsibilities. She had none, other than her mother’s desire to know her presence twentyfour/seven, “Yeah, you can.”
Tommy beamed at Billy, which set off a brand new gymnastics performance in her belly.
“I’ll meet you by the statue at the front entrance?” Tommy said, looking questioningly at Billy to check that her arrangements were suitable. Billy was pretty sure anywhere would be suitable for a meeting with the dread headed girl.
She nodded, adjusting the strap of her bag so it didn’t dig into her shoulder too much.
“Good, don’t be late,” Tommy warned, pointing a mock stern finger in Billy’s face.
Billy laughed lightly and swatted the finger away, “I won’t, I’ll be there.”
“Good,” Tommy said again, then lent in to kiss her softly on the cheek, “I’ll see you then.”
Then Tommy was gone, merging into the crowds that had begun to formulate and Billy was left with a residual tingling sensation where Tommy’s lips had touched, and wanting a whole lot more.