Fic: The Day After (Jungle Julia/Arlene, Death Proof)

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Title: The Day After
Author: Janine
Fandom: Death Proof
Pairing: Jungle Julia/Arlene (Butterfly)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Warning: swearing, lots of swearing. They’re Tarantino characters, I can’t help it! ;)
Rating: R
Summary: Pre-film. Jungle Julia and Arlene aren’t together like that … only sometimes they are.

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“Why are you so interested?” Arlene asked lolling her head to the side tiredly.

“Because you’re being so fuckin’ evasive,” Julia responded her tone crisp and her eyes alert even though her limbs were draped lazily over the couch. “If there wasn’t anything to tell you would have just answered my question and that would have been that. We could’ve moved on to some other subject – that you probably would’ve gotten touchy about too – but this particular subject would have been dead and buried.

You didn’t answer the question though, which says to me there’s something to tell and that you don’t want to tell it, so I’m interested. You know me, you know there’s nothing I love more than finding out shit that people want to be all evasive and pissy about. So just spill, and we can move on to some other fuckin’ thing already.”

“You just love to hear the sound of your own fuckin’ voice, don’t you?” Arlene asked glaring at Julia from the other end of the couch. “Everything’s gotta be a fuckin’ dissertation with you. Any other person would’ve just said ‘I wanna know ‘cause I’m a nosy bitch’ but I gotta listen to you talk for an hour.”

Julia smirked. “You gonna tell me or do I gotta talk at you some more?”

Arlene sighed knowing that she was fighting a losing battle. Nobody beat Julia in a verbal battle. It was a waste of oxygen and energy to even try.

“There ain’t nothin’ to tell, aiight? Nothing happened,” Arlene replied sighing deeply.

“You disappear from a party thrown in your honor – a party I busted my ass planning for like two goddamn weeks, thank you very much – and Shana sees you getting into a car with Bryce fuckin’ Merridew – never to be seen again that night – and nothing happened?” Julia said incredulously, her eyes rolling dramatically. “I don’t think so.”

“Fuck you with something hard and sand papery,” Arlene declared kicking Julia’s thigh irritably. “You ask me what happened; I tell you what happened and you’re gonna call me a liar? Go to hell.”

Julia absorbed Arlene’s rant silently, considering the brunette seriously once she had finished speaking.

“Why?” Julia asked dark eyes flashing intently as she stared at the other woman.

“Why what?” Arlene asked still irritated with Julia. However, as she considered the Amazonian beauty seated across from her, she found that she was mildly curious. Julia was not known for her economy with words, and the single word question she posed intrigued Arlene because it was distinctly un-Julia.

“Why’d nothing happen?” Julia clarified. “Bryce, as usual, was primed and ready for action. The booty skirt you were wearing would have had him sprung even if he wasn’t a perpetual woodpecker. And you went off with him in the middle of your own fuckin’ party, knowing full well what present he had waiting for you. So what happened?”

“Nothing happ…”

“I know,” Julia interjected rolling her eyes, before fixing her choclately gaze on Arlene in a way that made it difficult for the other woman to look away. “Why?”

“I … misjudged my attraction to him,” Arlene responded, caught in Julia’s gaze.

“Misjudged?” Julia asked lifting a dark eyebrow questioningly.

“Yes. Fuckin’ misjudged,” Arlene replied her eyes narrowing. “What is this, your first introduction to the English language? Misjudged.”

“How do you misjudge your attraction to someone?” Julia asked pressing. “Did you want to fuck him or did you not want to fuck him? If you didn’t want to fuck him, you would have finished your drink and not ditched your friends. But you left, which means you must have wanted to fuck him.”

“I thought I did. I discovered I didn’t,” Arlene replied her voice tinged with displeasure and warning. “I mis …”

“…judged your attraction to him. Yeah,” Julia interrupted shifting on the couch, moving into a sitting position, crossing her long, shapely legs underneath her. “So you were horny.”

“Oh, for the love of god,” Arlene moaned. “You’re insufferable, you know that right? Where’s your hooch? I can’t take anymore of you sober.”

“Same place it always is,” Julia replied watching Arlene as she slid off of the couch and made her way to the cabinet at the side of the a room. A small smile spreading across her full lips as Arlene bent over and began to rummage.

“So Bryce was an evaporator not a dampener,” Julia began as Arlene slid back onto the couch, ice clinking nosily in her glass as she settled herself. “So if Bryce didn’t get your engine purring, who did?”

Arlene stared at Julia for a long moment, taking a sip of the strongest drink she could find in Julia’s liquor cabinet. For the first time, she felt like the conversation they were having was going somewhere.

“You know who did,” Arlene said meeting Julia’s gaze, holding her eyes as the glass in her hand sweated.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked. I asked, so I must not know,” Julia responded calmly.

Arlene was silent again, her barely sipped drink forgotten. Julia was not known for her subtly, but she was being particularly bitchy and aggressive that afternoon, even for her. She was striving for normalcy, Arlene was sure of it, but Julia was slightly off. She was trying a bit too hard, pushing a bit too much; watching a bit too closely. The conversation they were having was important to her, but she didn’t want Arlene to realize it.

“You,” Arlene breathed out finally, her voice low and raspy but firm.

Once again, Julia lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in response.

“You did,” Arlene repeated. “You and your fuckin’ pum pum shorts, and your perfect skin, and your fuckin’ endless half-giraffe body pressed up against me like I was going out of fashion, and too many whiskey sours, and my back against the washroom stall and your lips on mine,” she rattled off, her eyes skittering away from Julia’s finally. “Fuckin’ you, okay?”

“Wanting to fuck me?” Julia asked softly.

“Wanting to fuck you, wanting to be fucked by you … whatever. Just,” Arlene paused searching for words to express her lust and irritation. “You … we were … and you just stopped,” she continued inarticulately, glaring at Julia. “So, yeah, I fuckin’ went with Bryce. You shove me up against a wall and kiss me like you’re dying. Your hand is in my fuckin’ pants, and I want it to an embarrassing degree, and then you’re talking about how the DJ sucks and walk out. So yeah, I fuckin’ went with Bryce.”

Julia was silent in the face of Arlene’s response. For almost a minute no response came from her, something that Arlene was sure she had never witnessed in all of the years they had known each other. Julia was never at a loss for words, no matter how much people sometimes wished she was. Nothing ever brought the other woman up short … until now.

“Something came over me,” Julia said finally, her gaze roaming around the room. “I was watching you, hair swinging in front of your face, arms swaying, backing that ass up and … something came over me. It was like tunnel vision, you were all I could see. And then I was moving, and we were in the washroom and my hand was … and I could feel you,” she continued, her eyes involuntarily moving over to Arlene again and dropping to the brunette’s lap, before Julia bit her lip and looked away again. “I came back to myself then, but I didn’t know what to do. Not in that situation. Not with you. Just … not like that. Not with you. But the words wouldn’t come to make you understand.”

“You had a lot to drink,” Arlene said diplomatically, not completely following Julia’s meaning. She knew what she wanted Julia to mean. She had already admitted how she felt about the entire encounter. But she wasn’t sure that what she hoped and what Julia was saying was the same thing, so she offered an out.

“It wasn’t the alcohol,” Julia said immediately, her features serious as she looked over at Arlene. “I mean, maybe a little,” she continued blinking, admitting that the drinking probably had something to do with it. “But it was a deeper thing than that.”

“Deeper?”

“Deeper,” Julia confirmed. “Hidden,” she added a second later, her brows creasing in thought. “I’m not drunk now and it’s still there.”

“What?” Arlene asked leaning forward a little bit, the question coming out slightly breathless.

Julia allowed her eyes to prowl over Arlene’s face, down her neck, over her chest, and down her torso, before they followed her tanned, taut legs down to her cute little toes and then moved back up her body again.

She’d wanted to check Arlene out all afternoon, and it was extremely satisfying to finally be able to give in.

“Oh,” Arlene breathed out, not even really conscious of speaking, her lips curving up sensuously in response to Julia’s predatory appraisal.

Julia unfurled, long limbs stretching as she shifted on the couch, rearranging herself so that her legs were intertwined with Arlene’s, and their breasts pressed against each other.

Once settle against Arlene her lips immediately attached themselves to Arlene’s neck and she began to kiss her way up.

Arlene relaxed into the plush couch, eagerly lifting her head a few moments later to meet Julia’s lips, her body arching forward into Julia’s as she tangled her fingers in the other woman’s luxurious mane of hair.

“So, you’re on top?” Arlene asked, lips red and swollen when Julia pulled back from her, the dark-skinned beauties hand moving under her tank and sliding up her torso to cup her breast.

“I’m on top,” Julia confirmed, her lips twitching in a small smile, before her expression became serious again when her hand began to massage Arlene’s breast, her thumb brushing firmly and rhythmically over the brunette’s nipple.

Julia often looked serious, and in the past Arlene had found the other woman’s surliness to be cute, but this was the first time she found it sexy.

“What if I don’t want you to be on top?” Arlene asked, her breath hitching harshly a moment later when Julia’s fingers slipped under her bra.

“You do,” Julia said, smiling widely a moment later when her free hand made it’s way between Arlene’s legs, cupping her, the touch making the brunette’s pelvis jump and arch towards her hand.

“Fuck you,” Arlene said playfully before reaching for Julia, wanting to taste her lips again.

“You first,” Julia murmured before submitting to Arlene’s lips, the weight of her body pressing against the brunette as her fingers pressed against the seam of Arlene’s shorts, while the fingers on her other hand rolled the brunette’s nipple.

“Jesus, Julia,” Arlene panted, her tongue escaping her mouth, licking at what she could of Julia’s neck as Julia’s fingers pressed hard against the seem of her jeans, trying to fuck her through the fabric.

“Jungle Julia,” Julia corrected playfully, pushing Arlene’s tank top up. She had decided on the name a few days before.

“Really?” Arlene asked excitedly, almost regretting the question when Julia looked up at her instead of continuing to lower her mouth over her nipple.

“You like it?” Julia asked, her warm breath teasing Arlene’s skin, making her shiver.

“It’s perfect,” Arlene responded, not regretting anything when Julia smiled at her.

Julia lowered her head, her tongue flicking over Arlene’s nipple before she took it into her mouth and sucked, the hand she had between Arlene’s legs deftly undoing the button to her shorts and pulling down the zipper as she made love to Arlene’s tits with her mouth.

Arlene whimpered and twisted beneath her.

“Too fast?” Julia asked, her words muffled but understandable as she spoke into Arlene’s flesh, unwilling to tear herself away.

“A little,” Arlene responded, even though her body was more than keeping pace with Julia. If Julia’s fingers moved down a fraction of an inch, Arlene knew that they would encounter wetness. But even though she was primed, she wanted things to last a bit longer. They hadn’t really talked about what they were doing meant, and she didn’t know if it would be a regular thing, or a one time deal. And if it was a one time deal, it wasn’t going to be a quick fuck on Julia’s couch with her shorts still on.

Julia withdrew her hand from Arlene’s shorts, and moved it to rest on her hip. Her other hand made its way back to Arlene’s chest, and her lips began to explore Arlene’s shoulders and neck again, but at a more leisurely pace.

“I was thinking about this all night,” Julia said explaining her eagerness even though Arlene hadn’t asked her to explain herself.

“Just thinking?” Arlene asked smiling wickedly as Julia looked down at her.

“No,” Julia said solemnly, shaking her head before she too smiled.

“Touching?” Arlene asked, watching as Julia licked her lips.

Julia nodded, her eyes dancing.

“Did you come?” Arlene breathed out.

Julia smiled and nodded.

“How many times?” Arlene’s eyes were trained on Julia, arousal making her shift beneath the other woman. She was sure that if Julia didn’t take her shorts off soon that they’d end up as messy as her panties.

“Four,” Julia said finally speaking, her voice raspy as she stared down at Arlene.

“Thinking about me?” Arlene asked, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Julia nodded, and then added. “I just couldn’t stop.”

Arlene bit her lip, her hands moving from Julia’s hips down over her ass, pressing Julia into her as she arched her hips towards the dark-skinned woman’s body.

“Be on top in the bedroom,” Arlene breathed out a second later.

Julia smiled.

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Later that afternoon…

“You’re so quiet,” Arlene said, her finger trailing down Julia’s nude torso.

“I’m tired,” Julia responded smiling, capturing Arlene’s finger as it moved up between her breasts. The touch was beginning to tickle.

“I’m not,” Arlene responded bending down, kissing the swell of Julia’s breast, her thumb rubbing suggestively against the hand that Julia still held in hers.

“I know,” Julia replied, tired but not immune to what Arlene was doing to her. “I did most of the work.”

“You’re the one that wanted to be on top,” Arlene replied smiling against Julia’s neck. “You’re such a control freak.”

“Is that a problem?” Julia asked knowing that Arlene hadn’t minded her controlling ways at all.

“Did it seem to be a problem?” Arlene asked, throwing a leg over Julia’s prone body, straddling her.

Julia smiled and shook her head contentedly.

“It’s weird,” Arlene said running her hands up Julia’s torso, reveling in the feel of soft skin under her hands.

“What?” Julia asked lifting her head, looking down her body to see if something was indeed strange.

Arlene laughed. “Touching you like this,” she continued her hands moving to cup Julia’s breasts as the other woman settled against the mattress again.

“Weird how?” Julia asked softly, watching Arlene watching herself as she touched her.

“I love your nipples,” Arlene responded, the pads of her thumbs running over them, making Julia shift.

“Thee is mad, girl,” Julia responded smiling. “What do my nipples have to do with anything?”

“That’s just it,” Arlene said. “A week ago, they had nothing do with anything. Now, I fuckin’ love them,” she continued tracing her fingernail around Julia’s areola, enjoying the way Julia shivered in response to the touch. “The colour, the way they feel, the way your body reacts when I touch them,” she went on. “You’re my best friend, and now it gets me hot to see you naked. It’s weird.”

“Yeah,” Julia agreed sagely, the simple response causing Arlene to laugh.

“You’re so quiet,” Arlene said again, rolling off of Julia and settling beside her. Julia’s arms wrapped her as they had so many times before during movie nights, or on cool evenings on the a cottage patio.  Arlene snuggled against her. Even before she had gained an appreciation for Julia’s nude form, she had always enjoyed being wrapped in the other woman’s arms.

“I’m content,” Julia said thoughtfully a few moments later.

“Is this gonna be a thing?” Arlene asked as Julia’s fingers moved against the small of her back.

“I want it to be,” Julia responded.

“Me too,” Arlene said, relief clear in her voice. It was too good to be a one time deal.

“When you’re in town,” Julia added shifting closer to Arlene at the thought of the brunette leaving for New York again. She never seemed to be back long enough, and it’d be harder this time to watch her leave again.

“Yeah,” Arlene agreed, not commenting on the tighter hold. She was glad for it. Whatever Julia was feeling, she was feeling it too. “What if you’re coupled?”

Julia kissed her forehead, and brushed some hair off her face, then shrugged.

“So long as we’re not married,” Julia responded a few seconds later.

“I can live with that,” Arlene replied smiling. “Are you recovered yet?”

“Yeah,” Julia replied smiling. “You be on top.”

The End