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Fic: Butterfly (Grindhouse, Jungle Julia/Arlene)
Title: Butterfly
Author: Janine
Fandom: Grindhouse
Pairing: Jungle Julia/Arlene
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, I’m just borrowing them for a little while.
Summary: Jungle Julia and Arlene share a quiet moment lounging on a porch on a balmy night.
Note: Contains information about the girls discussions in Death Proof but no major plot points or twists.
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Arlene sighed softly and shifted, pressing her face into the soft chest beneath her cheek for a moment, before resting her head in a more platonic position on Julia’s chest as dark-skinned woman she was using as a pillow gently ran her hands through her hair.
She was in a strange mood, but Julia’s gentle touch was soothing her. Although she hadn’t really wanted to take part in the little contest Julia had set up on her radio show, there was a part of Arlene that was disappointed and hurt that she hadn’t gotten the chance to decide for herself. The idea of having suitors come up to her all night so that she could turn them down, or not, at her discretion was kind of flattering, and to have gone the entire night without one man so much as calling her “Butterfly” and attempting to recite the Frost poem to her was, well the opposite of flattering.
The whole thing had her feeling rather cranky by the time they retired to the porch for some fresh air, and she had been ready to call it a night. But then Julia had slipped in behind her and wrapped her arms around her, handing her a beer before softly whispering the words she had been waiting to hear all night into her ear. And suddenly Arlene was exactly where she wanted to be, and the bar and the contest didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
“So,” Julia said softly looking down into Arlene’s eyes as the girls laughed loudly at some joke that she and Arlene hadn’t been paying attention to, “just the girls this weekend?”
Arlene stared up at her for a moment before licking her lips and then nodding her head slightly. “Just the girls,” she confirmed, smiling, blushing a little, and looking away when Julia smirked down at her.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Julia responded quietly, her lips brushing against Arlene’s forehead as she leaned forward to rest her bottle down on the small wooden table in front of the bench they were on.
“What about Chris?” Arlene asked softly as Julia settled back on the bench. The taller woman’s hand moved to rest over her stomach, her thumb stroking Arlene’s stomach lightly as she titled her head to the side, glancing at their friends before looking back down at Arlene.
“That’s different,” Julia said softly. Arlene was gone most of the year, and Chris was … well he was in Austin, just like her. Besides, she and Arlene, they were good together, but they would never really work out “together” together. They just had to take what they could get, while they could get it, until one of them got knocked up or married or both.
“After your questions in the car and the contest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted …” Arlene said trailing off, her eyes scanning the parking lot.
“I do,” Julia said softly her head tipping back once more to look behind her. She saw that the girls were still lounging off to the side, and turned her attention to the door of the bar, finding it mercifully free of people as well.
Julia moved her hand up Arlene’s torso cupping her breast, and then dipped her head down, sucking Arlene’s earlobe into her mouth, making good use of the coast while it was clear. “I’ll show you how much at the cottage,” Julia promised softly.
Arlene sighed softly as Julia mouth pulled away from her skin and her hand migrated back down to her hip, nice and platonic like.
She was suddenly ready to leave again.
“What is it Icy Hot?” Julia drawled slowly, her voice crisp and sharp as she spoke, her tone causing Arlene to look up as well.
“Are you an actress or something? You look really familiar,” Stuntman Mike said smiling as he gazed at Julia a confused look on his face as he studied her. “Wait, you’re … you’re on a billboard on Main Street, aren’t you.”
“Among other places,” Julia responded her eyes drifting to the side focusing on a huge billboard of herself on the other side of the street. “Jungle Julia.”
“Riiiight,” Stuntman Mike said smiling and nodding. “That must make you Butterfly,” he said focusing his gaze on Arlene as he took a seat on the small wooden table in front of them. “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep …”
Arlene sighed, her eyes drifting down to look at Julia’s hand which was still possessively resting on her hip. She’d been waiting for this all night, and now all she wanted was for the morning to come.
The End
Author: Janine
Fandom: Grindhouse
Pairing: Jungle Julia/Arlene
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, I’m just borrowing them for a little while.
Summary: Jungle Julia and Arlene share a quiet moment lounging on a porch on a balmy night.
Note: Contains information about the girls discussions in Death Proof but no major plot points or twists.
Arlene sighed softly and shifted, pressing her face into the soft chest beneath her cheek for a moment, before resting her head in a more platonic position on Julia’s chest as dark-skinned woman she was using as a pillow gently ran her hands through her hair.
She was in a strange mood, but Julia’s gentle touch was soothing her. Although she hadn’t really wanted to take part in the little contest Julia had set up on her radio show, there was a part of Arlene that was disappointed and hurt that she hadn’t gotten the chance to decide for herself. The idea of having suitors come up to her all night so that she could turn them down, or not, at her discretion was kind of flattering, and to have gone the entire night without one man so much as calling her “Butterfly” and attempting to recite the Frost poem to her was, well the opposite of flattering.
The whole thing had her feeling rather cranky by the time they retired to the porch for some fresh air, and she had been ready to call it a night. But then Julia had slipped in behind her and wrapped her arms around her, handing her a beer before softly whispering the words she had been waiting to hear all night into her ear. And suddenly Arlene was exactly where she wanted to be, and the bar and the contest didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
“So,” Julia said softly looking down into Arlene’s eyes as the girls laughed loudly at some joke that she and Arlene hadn’t been paying attention to, “just the girls this weekend?”
Arlene stared up at her for a moment before licking her lips and then nodding her head slightly. “Just the girls,” she confirmed, smiling, blushing a little, and looking away when Julia smirked down at her.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Julia responded quietly, her lips brushing against Arlene’s forehead as she leaned forward to rest her bottle down on the small wooden table in front of the bench they were on.
“What about Chris?” Arlene asked softly as Julia settled back on the bench. The taller woman’s hand moved to rest over her stomach, her thumb stroking Arlene’s stomach lightly as she titled her head to the side, glancing at their friends before looking back down at Arlene.
“That’s different,” Julia said softly. Arlene was gone most of the year, and Chris was … well he was in Austin, just like her. Besides, she and Arlene, they were good together, but they would never really work out “together” together. They just had to take what they could get, while they could get it, until one of them got knocked up or married or both.
“After your questions in the car and the contest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted …” Arlene said trailing off, her eyes scanning the parking lot.
“I do,” Julia said softly her head tipping back once more to look behind her. She saw that the girls were still lounging off to the side, and turned her attention to the door of the bar, finding it mercifully free of people as well.
Julia moved her hand up Arlene’s torso cupping her breast, and then dipped her head down, sucking Arlene’s earlobe into her mouth, making good use of the coast while it was clear. “I’ll show you how much at the cottage,” Julia promised softly.
Arlene sighed softly as Julia mouth pulled away from her skin and her hand migrated back down to her hip, nice and platonic like.
She was suddenly ready to leave again.
“What is it Icy Hot?” Julia drawled slowly, her voice crisp and sharp as she spoke, her tone causing Arlene to look up as well.
“Are you an actress or something? You look really familiar,” Stuntman Mike said smiling as he gazed at Julia a confused look on his face as he studied her. “Wait, you’re … you’re on a billboard on Main Street, aren’t you.”
“Among other places,” Julia responded her eyes drifting to the side focusing on a huge billboard of herself on the other side of the street. “Jungle Julia.”
“Riiiight,” Stuntman Mike said smiling and nodding. “That must make you Butterfly,” he said focusing his gaze on Arlene as he took a seat on the small wooden table in front of them. “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep …”
Arlene sighed, her eyes drifting down to look at Julia’s hand which was still possessively resting on her hip. She’d been waiting for this all night, and now all she wanted was for the morning to come.
The End
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R.I.P. hot, drunk, ass-shaking girls, with mildly lesbian qualities. I for one miss you, and will ship your doomed love, lol
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I totally agree with this. It's like Rodriquez got everybody hyped up on sugar and jittering around in their seats with explosions and puss boils and sexy shit like hypodermic needle guns, and go-go dancers with machine gun legs ... and then Tarantino started up with character development and building a storyline and people started freaking out.
I actually liked the switch from the frantic energy of Planet Terror to Death Proof, and I love Tarantino's dialogue and totally got sucked into it, but I can see how the disconnect between the two films could throw some people off.
I think Death Proof chronologically comes before Planet Terror as well (in PT there's a tribute to Jungle Julia and Dakota is still looking nice and neat in her hospital garb) so it might have been better to switch the order.
Then again, Death Proof might have been too slow a burn and they might have been afraid that if they didn't start off with a bang people would leave before PT. Then again, considering how awesome the ending of DP was, I don't think that would have been a problem. I was way more revved up after DP ended the when PT ended.
Oh well. I just hate the bad rap that DP is getting because it didn't begin with pickled balls.
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(Anonymous) 2007-04-11 06:11 am (UTC)(link)-ps-
i know i mixed the avengers and mission impossible as a metaphor...but just roll w/ it..;)
awww! ^_^
and looking at that scene from that angle makes me hate mike all the more for taking away their chance *sigh*
anyway, kick ass! ^_^
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DAMN YOU MIKE!!!
Oh well, at least Mike got his in the end. Too bad he didn't run into the second set of girls first!
Re: awww! ^_^
he was screamin' his damn head off
like a bully who figured out he ain't as strong as he thought ^_^
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