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damelolaTitle: Another Late Night
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lauriestein
Recipient:furies
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Adelle/Echo/(Margaret?)
Rating: R
Word count: ~1200
Disclaimer: If I were skipping I would hear 'not-not-mine'. No profit, no harm, no foul.
Warnings: (if any) Unless you view the whole 'doll' situation as dub-con, no.
Summary: Adelle is working late in the office, again. She gets some unexpected company. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash09
Adelle closed her laptop with a sigh, the weary kind that seemed to rise up suddenly all the way from her toes. Another endless day, fending off Boyd and his awkward questions, stepping in to stop Topher unspooling when he discovered that Ivy had been experimenting with the imprint files again. Then there was Echo, fresh from bringing Margaret back to life, her sheer presence a painful reminder of the friend she had just lost. It still troubled Adelle that the active’s blank expression was no longer quite as blank as it ought to be; there was bound to be trouble, but she just didn’t have the heart to face it yet.
Reaching for the phone, Adelle suddenly froze, her hand on the receiver as she realized there was nobody to call. Aside from the late hour, with Margaret dead, there wasn’t a single person she felt she could intrude upon. She felt a hankering for a dry martini, but the only thing that could make her feel more pathetic right now would be drinking alone in an overpriced hotel bar.
She gathered up her possessions, snapping her briefcase close and shrugging on her light summer coat. The streetlights glowing through the giant windows of her office reminded her that evening was ebbing away, that all too soon another day of appeasing clients and trying to impose staff discipline would begin. These days it seemed like mere moments between her Ambien-doused head hitting the pillow and the harsh shriek of the alarm clock.
The knock on her office door made her jump, and she offered a quick and silent prayer that the sky hadn’t fallen again. Her brusque invitation to come in fell on deaf ears, and she crossed the room intent on sending the intruder away and escaping the building while she could.
The last person she’d been expecting was Echo, but there she stood in her simple pajamas, hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. Adelle pressed her fingers to her temples in exasperation. This was going to necessitate a meeting with the new handler, a review of sedation levels with Dr. Saunders, not to mention another painful meeting with her new Head of Security and all his silent accusations.
“I can’t sleep. I tried to sleep, I need to rest properly if I’m going to be my best. But I can’t sleep, Addy.”
Adelle froze at the familiar nickname, one she hadn’t heard since Echo had been imprinted with Margaret. Was she still retaining these fragments? Had Topher thought it would be some kind of hysterical joke to present her with the ghost of her dead friend once more?
“Don’t call me that.”
Echo’s face crumpled at the snappish tone. Without thinking, Adelle reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm.
“It’s okay, Echo. Let’s take you to Dr. Saunders and then you’ll be able to rest like everyone else.”
The active shook her head.
“I came to see you because you looked so sad today. I thought maybe you could go for a treatment. That always makes me feel better.”
The very thought sent a shiver down her spine. Though she now had little compunction about sending the actives to Topher’s chair, the thought of being wiped herself had never held anything but terror for Adelle. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to remove the images of Laurence in that chair, waited for the taste of adrenaline and the phantom pain from her bullet scar to subside.
“There are no treatments tonight, Echo. Maybe tomorrow.”
It took a hell of a lot of willpower to keep her voice calm and even.
She was startled when she felt Echo’s hand in hers, leading her to the comfortable sofas that took up a corner of the airy office. Adelle pulled back in protest.
“Echo, stop this. We should take you to the doctor, then you can go back to sleep. You know you’re not supposed to be up so late at night.”
The bloody-minded determination on Echo’s face should have been warning enough, but the sad desire for a little company won out, curiosity working overtime as ever.
Dropping her briefcase on the low table, Adelle slipped her coat off again and perched nervously on the edge of the sofa, watching Echo like the proverbial hawk. The younger woman gave her a dazzling smile as she sat next to her.
“We learned a new skill in massage class today. Would you like to me to show you?”
Adelle hesitated before shrugging in compliance. This was surreal, but at least it was distracting.
Echo reached across and tangled her dainty fingers in Adelle’s hair, causing a moment of confusion before she began a fairly proficient scalp massage. As her fingers worked in deft little circles, Adelle felt the tension of the day, the week, the month beginning to fade. The shot of endorphins around her system felt like a much needed reboot, and she felt the steel rod of her spine finally bend a little, pushing her closer to Echo.
When the massage was over, Adelle found herself gathered up in a warm hug. She tried valiantly to halt the tears but they came spilling out anyway, splashing onto the bare skin of Echo’s shoulder. After a moment, she pulled away, only to see the hurt expression on Echo’s face.
“I thought you would like that. Why are you sad about it?”
She wiped away the last few tears and attempted a weak smile.
“It was lovely, Echo. You did very well.”
“I think there’s something else you like more.”
Adelle stiffened once more at the change in the other woman’s voice. She sounded like Margaret, in all her clipped-tone, WASP-ish glory.
She barely had time to process the change before Echo’s mouth was pressed against her own, a hot and insistent kiss that stunned her entirely. The smart thing to do would be to pull away, get the hell out of there and get security and Topher to sort this whole mess out.
But for once, Adelle didn’t feel like being the responsible one, the strait-laced commander of all she surveyed who drew the lines for herself and everyone else. She missed the release of Roger; another woman hadn't touched her since that heady summer in Florence with Margaret. They were only excuses, but they felt like such clear justifications. Ultimately, she had no intention of halting the advances of the beautiful young woman in front of her, no matter how fucked up it all was. Anything had to be better than another night alone in crisp cotton sheets with the harsh and impersonal buzzing of her vibrator.
So she pulled Echo (or whomever) closer, deepening the kiss as their tongues met in a sensuous dance. She drowned out the ethical complaints of her own mind with a murmured chorus of ‘yes’, ‘please’ and ‘fuck me’ until clothes were being shed and finally, thankfully someone’s hand other than her own sought out her clit. As Echo’s deft fingers slipped inside her, Adelle cried out in excitement, in frustration, in desperation.
Consequences could wait until morning. They did for everyone else.
Author:
lauriestein Recipient:
furies Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Adelle/Echo/(Margaret?)
Rating: R
Word count: ~1200
Disclaimer: If I were skipping I would hear 'not-not-mine'. No profit, no harm, no foul.
Warnings: (if any) Unless you view the whole 'doll' situation as dub-con, no.
Summary: Adelle is working late in the office, again. She gets some unexpected company. Written for
femslash09Adelle closed her laptop with a sigh, the weary kind that seemed to rise up suddenly all the way from her toes. Another endless day, fending off Boyd and his awkward questions, stepping in to stop Topher unspooling when he discovered that Ivy had been experimenting with the imprint files again. Then there was Echo, fresh from bringing Margaret back to life, her sheer presence a painful reminder of the friend she had just lost. It still troubled Adelle that the active’s blank expression was no longer quite as blank as it ought to be; there was bound to be trouble, but she just didn’t have the heart to face it yet.
Reaching for the phone, Adelle suddenly froze, her hand on the receiver as she realized there was nobody to call. Aside from the late hour, with Margaret dead, there wasn’t a single person she felt she could intrude upon. She felt a hankering for a dry martini, but the only thing that could make her feel more pathetic right now would be drinking alone in an overpriced hotel bar.
She gathered up her possessions, snapping her briefcase close and shrugging on her light summer coat. The streetlights glowing through the giant windows of her office reminded her that evening was ebbing away, that all too soon another day of appeasing clients and trying to impose staff discipline would begin. These days it seemed like mere moments between her Ambien-doused head hitting the pillow and the harsh shriek of the alarm clock.
The knock on her office door made her jump, and she offered a quick and silent prayer that the sky hadn’t fallen again. Her brusque invitation to come in fell on deaf ears, and she crossed the room intent on sending the intruder away and escaping the building while she could.
The last person she’d been expecting was Echo, but there she stood in her simple pajamas, hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. Adelle pressed her fingers to her temples in exasperation. This was going to necessitate a meeting with the new handler, a review of sedation levels with Dr. Saunders, not to mention another painful meeting with her new Head of Security and all his silent accusations.
“I can’t sleep. I tried to sleep, I need to rest properly if I’m going to be my best. But I can’t sleep, Addy.”
Adelle froze at the familiar nickname, one she hadn’t heard since Echo had been imprinted with Margaret. Was she still retaining these fragments? Had Topher thought it would be some kind of hysterical joke to present her with the ghost of her dead friend once more?
“Don’t call me that.”
Echo’s face crumpled at the snappish tone. Without thinking, Adelle reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm.
“It’s okay, Echo. Let’s take you to Dr. Saunders and then you’ll be able to rest like everyone else.”
The active shook her head.
“I came to see you because you looked so sad today. I thought maybe you could go for a treatment. That always makes me feel better.”
The very thought sent a shiver down her spine. Though she now had little compunction about sending the actives to Topher’s chair, the thought of being wiped herself had never held anything but terror for Adelle. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to remove the images of Laurence in that chair, waited for the taste of adrenaline and the phantom pain from her bullet scar to subside.
“There are no treatments tonight, Echo. Maybe tomorrow.”
It took a hell of a lot of willpower to keep her voice calm and even.
She was startled when she felt Echo’s hand in hers, leading her to the comfortable sofas that took up a corner of the airy office. Adelle pulled back in protest.
“Echo, stop this. We should take you to the doctor, then you can go back to sleep. You know you’re not supposed to be up so late at night.”
The bloody-minded determination on Echo’s face should have been warning enough, but the sad desire for a little company won out, curiosity working overtime as ever.
Dropping her briefcase on the low table, Adelle slipped her coat off again and perched nervously on the edge of the sofa, watching Echo like the proverbial hawk. The younger woman gave her a dazzling smile as she sat next to her.
“We learned a new skill in massage class today. Would you like to me to show you?”
Adelle hesitated before shrugging in compliance. This was surreal, but at least it was distracting.
Echo reached across and tangled her dainty fingers in Adelle’s hair, causing a moment of confusion before she began a fairly proficient scalp massage. As her fingers worked in deft little circles, Adelle felt the tension of the day, the week, the month beginning to fade. The shot of endorphins around her system felt like a much needed reboot, and she felt the steel rod of her spine finally bend a little, pushing her closer to Echo.
When the massage was over, Adelle found herself gathered up in a warm hug. She tried valiantly to halt the tears but they came spilling out anyway, splashing onto the bare skin of Echo’s shoulder. After a moment, she pulled away, only to see the hurt expression on Echo’s face.
“I thought you would like that. Why are you sad about it?”
She wiped away the last few tears and attempted a weak smile.
“It was lovely, Echo. You did very well.”
“I think there’s something else you like more.”
Adelle stiffened once more at the change in the other woman’s voice. She sounded like Margaret, in all her clipped-tone, WASP-ish glory.
She barely had time to process the change before Echo’s mouth was pressed against her own, a hot and insistent kiss that stunned her entirely. The smart thing to do would be to pull away, get the hell out of there and get security and Topher to sort this whole mess out.
But for once, Adelle didn’t feel like being the responsible one, the strait-laced commander of all she surveyed who drew the lines for herself and everyone else. She missed the release of Roger; another woman hadn't touched her since that heady summer in Florence with Margaret. They were only excuses, but they felt like such clear justifications. Ultimately, she had no intention of halting the advances of the beautiful young woman in front of her, no matter how fucked up it all was. Anything had to be better than another night alone in crisp cotton sheets with the harsh and impersonal buzzing of her vibrator.
So she pulled Echo (or whomever) closer, deepening the kiss as their tongues met in a sensuous dance. She drowned out the ethical complaints of her own mind with a murmured chorus of ‘yes’, ‘please’ and ‘fuck me’ until clothes were being shed and finally, thankfully someone’s hand other than her own sought out her clit. As Echo’s deft fingers slipped inside her, Adelle cried out in excitement, in frustration, in desperation.
Consequences could wait until morning. They did for everyone else.
