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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Watchmen_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Edward_Blake/Sally_Jupiter, Sally_Jupiter/Hollis_Mason, Byron_Lewis/
      Edward_Blake, all_onesided
  Character:
      Edward_Blake, Sally_Jupiter, Edie_Blake, Ursula_Zandt, Larry_Schexnayder,
      Hollis_Mason, Byron_Lewis, Dollar_Bill, Nelson_Gardner, Hooded_Justice
  Additional Tags:
      Rule_63, Eddie_is_the_only_one_genderbent, Edie_is_underage, Rape,
      Homophobic_Language, Masturbation
  Series:
      Part 21 of Problematic_OTP, Part 1 of Edith_Blake
  Collections:
      Femslash_Big_Bang
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-14 Words: 6141
****** funny girl ******
by WattStalf
Summary
     Edie hated Sally Jupiter, and that hatred manifested itself in a way
     she had never felt before, a way that consumed her until she knew
     that it was not hate driving her, but desire. And she knew that she
     had to have her.
Notes
     A stupid and generic title because I like musicals and that one is
     totally irrelevant to anything in this story, but hey. A female
     Comedian would think herself a funny girl, right? Anyway, just
     exploring the dynamic if Eddie had instead been an angry lesbian, and
     it got out of hand. I am so sorry for this.
It wasn't easy for a girl her age to make it on her own, especially not in a
city like New York, but damned if Edith Blake didn't make it work. To say she
was different from the other girls her age would be an understatement; just the
fact that she was sixteen and already on her own said enough, but that was not
all there was to it.
She had none of the social graces that were expected of her and instead had a
fiery temper and odd sense of humor and masculine bearing that had always made
her stand out amongst the other girls. Edie was aggressive and she liked to
pick fights with boys and she liked to win even more, and when she got fed up
with the arguments this caused between her and her parents, she ran away.
And then she discovered a new way to take out her frustrations, a way to pick
all the fights she wanted without trouble and a way to be praised if she won.
The trend of costumed adventuring was in full-swing, and she threw herself into
it, donning a loud costume and calling herself the Comedian.
Because she was funny, and she knew she was even if nobody else knew it. It
wasn't her fault that they didn't get the joke, that they didn't see the humor
in a girl too tough and too clever for anyone to handle. And if they didn't
like the joke, well, that was their problem.
~X~
When she saw the ad in the paper, calling for costumed crime fighters to come
together and form a team, she was apprehensive. She was a loner for a reason,
and she doubted a group would be any good for her, so it seemed in her best
interest to avoid them. But then she thought about it again, and then she
started to consider it, and before she knew it, she had decided to go.
She didn't know if it was just the fact that she would be able to get more
information on whose ass to kick if she were on a team or if it was something
as simple as the promise of fame, but something convinced her to at least try,
and so she did. With a track record like hers, she was sure to be accepted, and
that didn't prove to be the problem.
The problem, instead, was Silk Spectre. Sally Jupiter was a model, or she was
trying to be, and this was what she considered her ticket to fame. She wasn't a
hero for any reasons Edie could admire, but Edie could hardly admire her own
reasons, and it was not judgment that caused her immediate dislike of Sally.
It was how goddamn pretty she was, and how sweet her smile was, and how she
treated everyone like she was so happy to see them, but in such a way that you
just knew she thought she was doing you a favor. She was nice, but it was only
on the surface, and people still loved her for it, and she was Edie's opposite
in every way except for the fact that she suspected Sally was just as selfish
as she was.
“I'm sure you're going to love being a part of the Minutemen, Edie,” said
Sally, with that fake, gorgeous smile of hers. “And it'll be nice to have
another girl around, too.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she grumbled, but smirked just a little bit once she had
turned around. She wasn't much of a lady, and Sally would soon find out that
she wasn't much like having another girl around at all.
~X~
Another woman was recruited anyway, a woman called the Silhouette who was no
more like Sally than Edie, but who was pretty different from Edie too. She was
not dainty or kind, and could actually be a bit rude when she had the mind to,
but there was an elegance to her that Edie could would never even dream of
achieving. Not that she would want to anyway.
The whole team was an odd fit like that, but it was no secret that Edie was the
real odd one out. She was so damn young compared to the rest of them, and
didn't care what she said or how she said it, and was always laughing during
meetings, even when no one else saw what was so funny.
And every now and then, Sally's nosy ass manager Larry would say something to
her, about how she needed to be more ladylike, help preserve the image of the
team. A crude joke would almost always follow and he would try to argue with
her until he finally threw his hands up in frustration and stormed off. And
sometimes Sally would be with him and she would watch him go with a giggle and
flash Edie that fucking smile of hers, and Edie would hate her even more.
Why her eyes followed her whenever she left, clinging to her until she was out
of sight, Edie didn't know, but that just fueled the hatred and fueled her
temper. She didn't like Sally, and she especially didn't like whatever it was
about her that made her so damn interesting.
Just because she was some pretty little thing in a short skirt and all the guys
drooled over her...she groaned, and clenched her fists, and sometimes she even
punched a wall if she got mad enough. And she got mad enough a lot when she
thought about Sally and her stupid low-cut dress and stupid fishnet stockings
and stupid perfect figure and stupid perfect everything.
~X~
Nite Owl had a crush on Sally. Everyone did, or at least it seemed like they
did- there were teammates that Edie had her suspicions about, teammates that
might not even be into women- but Nite Owl was much more obvious about it. He
blushed like a schoolboy whenever she looked his way and held open doors for
her even if he had to charge ahead of everyone to do so.
He adored Sally so openly, so pathetically, and seemed blind to just how wrong
he was about her. She was not a doll in need of protection from a boy scout
like Nite Owl. Edie could see that, and she was sure she was not the only one.
Sally was tough and she may have been pretty but she was not delicate, and she
thrived off the attention that she received.
And just how far she let that attention go, Edie was not sure, but she had her
suspicions that Sally was far from innocent. She wasn't exactly jealous but she
was, even though she didn't give a damn if the boys looked at her like that or
not. Yet she still got so damn mad when she thought about that, or thought
about how stupid Nite Owl was to think he had a chance with Sally, and the list
of things that made her inexplicably angry just kept growing.
But, as was becoming a trend lately, Sally was at the center of it all. God,
she hated her, even though she wanted to just not care about her in the
slightest. So what if she was a cheap floozy masquerading as a star? It didn't
affect Edie either way.
~X~
Another thing about Nite Owl was how obvious it was that he didn't like Edie,
but how he tried so hard to hide it. He tried to talk to her like she was
delicate too, and he may not have doted on her like he did Sally, but he did
treat her as if she were fragile and could not hold her own, and was a lady
that needed protection.
Worse than him with Dollar Bill, the bank-mascot-turned-real-hero, the patriot,
the all-American boy who darn well just wanted to do the right thing. Of course
he embraced chivalry, of course he wanted to rescue Sally and the Silhouette
and Edie just as much as the next guy, but Sally had Nite Owl and sometimes
Hooded Justice, oddly enough, and Silhouette would just as soon kick Bill as
she would a criminal if he got in her way, which meant that he focused on Edie.
And Edie would just as soon bash his brains in, but Bill was tougher than her,
as much as she hated to admit it, and she wouldn't pick a fight with him. She
couldn't stand the humiliation of losing, so instead she just lashed out with
words and called him names and made degrading comments about his costume and
how it reflected on his sexuality.
And then he would feed her the same shit that Larry did, about how she needed
to be more ladylike, and how ladies didn't talk like that, and then she'd get
so worked up she'd have to stop herself from picking the fight she knew she
couldn't win. So what if she wasn't 'ladylike'?
She had never been a lady and she never would be, and it wasn't like it was her
fault that she was born the way she was. It had always been this way; she
hadn't chose it, just embraced it. If he wanted a damn lady, he could drool
over Sally Jupiter, just like the rest of them.
~X~
But, Christ almighty, did she hate being on a team with that bitch. She hated
being paired up with her for patrol, she hated the way men who passed them
looked Sally over and stared and gawked and did not notice she was with
somebody else. Not that she wanted to be gawked at, but couldn't they at least
have the decency not to do it so publicly? While she was watching?
“Buncha creeps,” she muttered.
“Oh, Edie, lighten up,” replied Sally with an easy laugh, because she and
Captain Metropolis, being founding members, knew most everyone's identities.
“I don't need to lighten up,” she snapped, and she didn't, she was the
Comedian. It was everyone else who needed to lighten up.
“Sure you do, you're always so on edge,” Sally teased. “You lose your temper at
the drop of a hat, and you'll wrinkle early if you don't smile more.”
“I smile plenty! I'm the goddamn Comedian, and I don't give a damn about beauty
besides,” she said, clenching her fists and scowling.
“See, just like that!” She laughed, unfazed by Edie's aggression. “And I'd tell
you to watch your language on top of it, but that would make me a hypocrite,
wouldn't it?” She winked, and Edie's face burned- from rage, she was sure- and
she looked away.
~X~
She didn't care if boys liked her, she didn't give a damn if the eyes of men
passed over her, and she wasn't mad that she didn't get that sort of attention.
In fact, she liked that she didn't, she didn't need it, she didn't want it.
But then she did get that attention, for whatever reason. She began to notice
the eyes on her, found herself trapped in the same empty conversation with the
same man, and she knew, she just knew, that this was happening to her now. Why
he had chosen her over Sally, or even the Silhouette, or any no-name girl he
could have met on the streets, she did not know.
Mothman was a peculiar man, with his wings and his worldview, but he was also a
coward and Edie had despised him instantly. Always walking on eggshells around
the others to avoid conflict, starting to argue when he disagreed only to back
down at the last second, and a nervous wreck whenever any of the real action
started. She hated him almost as much as she hated Sally, but in a different
way.
He did not feel the same way about her, but damned if she knew why. A case of
opposites attract gone poorly, she was sure, but he was a fucking idiot if he
thought she was going to give a wimp like him the time of day. He would try to
make small talk with her, and she would brush him off, and he would back off
for a few days only to try again, somehow not managing to grasp the fact that
she wasn't interested.
“So, uh, how old are you really?” he asked her one day, because he was running
out of questions like she was running out of patience.
“Too young for you, bug boy,” she grumbled in response, and she was sure it was
true. They were all adults, and she had, for a brief second, barely made the
cut due to her age alone. Larry had insisted that sixteen was too young and
Metropolis had nearly agreed; strangely enough, it had been Sally who had plead
Edie's case and the men had taken no work to convince once she had batted her
lashes.
“I...uh...” He blushed under his mask and then Sally's infuriatingly pretty
laugh echoed through the room.
“Poor Byron, getting your heart broken by little Edie here,” she teased. It was
annoying how she would casually throw everyone's names around, as if they
weren't trying to protect their identities, as if they all cared as little as
she did.
“Sally!” he protested, his face reddening all the more. He turned to Edie,
stammering, “I wasn't...uh, I didn't mean anything like...”
Edie snorted and rolled her eyes. “'Course ya didn't.” Once again, Sally
laughed and Edie tensed, gritting her teeth. It was too much for her, and she
knew if she stayed in the room any longer, she would punch the girl or...or...
She walked out without another word.
~X~
Where had that last thought come from? She would punch the girl or she would
kiss her? Where the ever loving fuck had that thought come from? She was
thinking about a girl, for Christ's sake, about Sally, and she had never
thought about a boy that way, but she sure as hell would never think about a
girl that way. Hell, she didn't even know if that was possible.
She knew about the men who wanted other men, the faggots, but she hadn't before
heard of a woman with another woman. It made sense that that could happen too,
but not her. It couldn't be her, and not with Sally, of all women, but there
had been that impulse to kiss her and there had been something else.
A dull ache between her legs, a heat that made her fidget and squirm, and what
was worse was that this was not the first time she had felt this irritation
around Sally. It was common, it was frequent, it was every time they were
together, practically, and it fueled her irritation just as much as anything
else did. It was only now that she finally saw it for what it was.
She was alone in the trophy room, and she leaned back against a wall, groaning
and squeezing her thighs together, trying to convince herself that she was
wrong when she knew she wasn't. A low hiss escaped and she couldn't resist
anymore, she undid her belt and slid her hand down beneath her clothing,
between her legs.
Edie bit her lip, and Sally's face was in her mind and she didn't bother trying
to banish it this time, feeling the damp heat that had settled there. She
hadn't felt arousal like this, not before she had joined the Minutemen, but she
had never even seen it as that, had always assumed it was another symptom of
her anger. Now she was fucking touching herself in the trophy room, thinking
about Sally goddamn Jupiter.
She let out a deep moan, rubbing herself, not quite sure how to even do this.
It hadn't exactly been necessary in the past, and she didn't really know the
tricks. But then she slipped a finger in and it felt  good , and she arched her
back against the wall with another moan, this one much louder. She bit down
hard on her lip to silence herself, because she would have a hell of a time
explaining herself if she got caught.
It felt good, but it did not feel good enough, and she felt like there was
something that she was just barely missing, something she was trying to reach
for that was just barely escaping her grasp, and she growled, working another
finger in, trying to reach all the higher. She was aching, desperate, but for
what she did not know; maybe Sally doing this to her? But that didn't sound
right, didn't feel right.
What she really wanted was Sally pinned down and flushed and squirming and just
as desperate as she was now, biting her pretty little lip, bright blue eyes
darkened with lust, red hair losing its curls, damp with sweat. Edie hated
those bright blue eyes because her own eyes were dull, gray-blue, and she hated
how damn beautiful her hair was, a red that shouldn't be natural while Edie was
stuck with plain brown.
But she didn't care about beauty. What she cared about was Sally, moaning
beneath her, aching for Edie like Edie had ached for her, hurting and begging
and finally facing the frustration she had given so freely. She cared about
engulfing her lips in a heated kiss and she cared about trailing her lips down
her night and biting, hard, and living marks on her otherwise perfectly
unmarred skin. And she cared about a hand between Sally's legs and a hand
between her own, she cared about being perfectly in control of whatever the
hell was going on between them for once.
These were the images that finally gave her whatever push she needed to finally
reach, and her knees went weak and she had to lean against the wall even more
for further support, she had to bite down so hard on the inside of her cheek to
avoid calling out that she drew blood. It was blindingly euphoric, and the
image of Sally bled away into white nothing, and Edie knew that she was fucked,
but in that moment, she honestly couldn't care.
And then the nothing had faded and the sensation was dulling, and she was back
in the trophy room, by herself, leaning against the wall, her own hair damp
with sweat and her hand downright soaked. She wiped it on her pant leg and
fastened her belt again, and she did not feel different anymore. Whatever she
had reached was gone now, as if it had never been there in the first place, and
once again, she was only angry, and once again, she hated Sally all the more.
~X~
Though she did not know what her discovery meant for them yet, it was not long
after it was made that it was then made useless. Sally was soon hanging off of
Hooded Justice, giggling over him and fawning over him, and Edie had always
figured HJ for one of the ones who was not pining for Sally. But she hadn't
figured herself for one of the ones who was, so maybe she didn't know as much
as she thought she did.
But still, she had had her suspicions about HJ that did not line up with him
pursuing a romance with Sally, the same suspicions that she had about Captain
Metropolis, and there had been a tension in the air when the two were near each
other now, one that she didn't know if anyone else had picked up on. She didn't
think that she was wrong about them, but then why was he with Sally now?
And of course Nite Owl was anguished about it, and it was painfully obvious,
though he tried not to show it, and Edie had to resist telling him that he
didn't have the right to be disappointed when Sally had never been his to begin
with. She doubted that he stayed up at night with a fire in his core that he
couldn't extinguish, with Sally's face haunting him while he struggled to get
it over with as quickly as possible so that he could get some sleep, knowing
that it would never really be enough.
Because once she had done it, she couldn't stop. Once she had discovered the
truth behind her arousal, once she had found her temporary, insufficient cure,
she needed it, more and more each time. She was never really satisfied, but
anything was better than constantly burning. It was the only thing she could
do, but she was sure that Nite Owl had no idea what it was like to be that
tortured over Sally.
~X~
Sally giggled and Edie rolled her eyes, even though no one could see her do it.
The meeting was just wrapping up and she could make her way home and try to
forget Sally's laugh, but she knew she wouldn't be able to and she would be so
consumed that her hand would be between her legs before her door had completely
closed. Even knowing that that laugh was meant for HJ, that she was teasing him
about something that Edie hadn't even thought was particularly funny, it would
still haunt her just the same.
“Really, HJ, you're too much!” she cooed, and again Edie rolled her eyes. The
funny thing was, Sally was usually lax about calling the others by their names,
but she didn't with Hooded Justice, despite the fact that she was supposed to
be closer to him than anyone else.
He only gave a slight noise of acknowledgment, and then Metropolis declared the
meeting over, looking a bit uncomfortable, and everyone began to filter out.
Edie watched as they left, unable to resist hanging back because Sally was
taking her time, and she wanted to watch her leave. But Sally lingered so long
that she knew she couldn't wait anymore or it would look weird, so she started
on her way.
“Can you believe it?” Sally called after her, stopping her.
“Believe what?” she asked, turning back around. She clenched one of her fists,
not sure where to look. No matter where she focused her attention, she found
something about Sally that started those feelings back up, and she settled on
looking somewhere off to the side.
“Him,” she replied vaguely, and Edie still did not know what she was referring
to. “Oh, c'mon, you can't tell me you haven't noticed! HJ's trying, but he's so
bad at pretending like this. It probably would have been better if Larry had
stuck me with Nelson. At least he might have known how to act.”
“The hell are you talkin' about?” asked Edie, though she was starting to figure
it out.
“Well, Larry didn't want anyone to start asking questions about him or Nelson,
and he thought if I was dating HJ, that would look better. But he's just so
damn bad at it,” she said, and she laughed, and this one was just for Edie and
it burned her even more.
“So you're not really with him?” she asked. “S'all just an act?”
“Pretty much,” said Sally with a shrug. “I guess if it's for the good of the
team's image, I don't mind, but it'd be nice to get to date whoever I wanted.”
She shook her head, grinning. “What about you, Edie? Any boys caught your eye?”
“Hell no!” she snapped, a bit too quickly, but Sally likely wouldn't guess the
meaning behind her disgust.
“What about Byron?” she teased. “He's positively dying for you to spare him
some attention, you know.”
“'Course I know it. Doesn't mean he's gonna get it.”
And there was that stupid, intoxicating laugh again. “You're too much, Edie.
Trust me, it won't be long before you find someone you're interested in, and
then you won't be able to stop thinking about him. You'll be positively
infatuated!”
Edie didn't tell her that she'd already found that someone and that she already
was.
~X~
At some point, her breasts began to ache each night and she had to find the
trick to easing that pain too. It was awkward at first, or, more awkward that
the uncomfortable rhythm she had already found, and she tried groping at
herself, but that didn't work. She tried laying face down, grinding herself
against her mattress, but that didn't work either. It took her a while, longer
than it should have, to discover nipples and how to tease and pinch at them to
dull the ache.
She wondered if Sally's breasts would ache like that too, and she wondered what
they would taste like, what they would feel like in her mouth. She imagined her
tongue rolling over them, taking Sally's breath away, taking her in and keeping
her. Her back would arch just as Edie's did and she would whine and writhe. She
would be the one in need.
~X~
Edie began patrolling with the Silhouette regularly, as Metropolis had decided
to try giving them consistent partners and seeing how that worked out. She
thought it was a bit too obvious that he had assigned himself HJ, but that was
their problem. Silhouette let Edie call her Ursula when they were alone, which
Edie supposed meant she didn't dislike her, and that was a rarity from the
older woman.
Sometimes Sally would make remarks when she saw the two of them going out to
patrol, saying things like, “A cute girl like Edie, all alone with you? Hope
you can control yourself, Ursula,” or, “You better watch yourself around her,
Edie.” She would always giggle like it was in good fun, but Ursula would give
her a dark glare and otherwise not respond.
One night, Edie asked her, “So, what's all that shit about?”
“Sally talks too much,” she replied. “And she likes to act like she knows
everything, even when she doesn't.”
“Yeah, she's annoying as hell,” Edie grumbled, even though she really didn't
like anyone talking shit about Sally but her. “But what's she talkin' about?”
“You would know,” Ursula replied coolly. “I'm just surprised she doesn't have
you figured out yet.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“I can tell, you know. And Sally may not realize yet and may think I'm the only
one like this, but I can tell the way you look at her. You don't complain about
her because you don't like her,” she said. “I know how you really feel about
her.”
“Like hell you do! Anyone could tell I fuckin' hate her,” she argued, but she
couldn't meet Ursula's eye.
“I know how to spot another woman who likes other women,” she said simply. “How
else do you think I'm able to find a lover living like this? It's likely that
no one else suspects, but I remember what it was like trying to hide it and I
know you're trying.”
“That's bullshit. That's bullshit, okay, I'm not!”
“And what would be so wrong with it if you were? You know that I am. You're not
my type, mind you, and neither is your little Sally, but you at least know
you're not the only one,” said Ursula, and there was something in her voice
that was almost like kindness, something that Edie had never seen in her.
She didn't know if it was because seeing that in Ursula was so rare and so
shocking, or if it was just the fact that she was young and she had never
really talked to anyone and had never thought there would be anyone she could
talk to about this, but she found herself opening up about it. “What am I
supposed to do? About her?”
“There's nothing you can do about someone like Sally,” she replied. “I highly
doubt she'd even consider trying something like that. The best you can do is
find a distraction. I could introduce you to a few young women, if you'd like.”
Ursula went on, telling Edie a few stories about experiences she had had, and
told her about what it was like to want someone she had no chance with. For
days after that, she would talk to her on patrol, advising her on how to deal
with this, and reassuring her that it was all fine, and that there was nothing
wrong with her.
But that was not the part that Edie really listened to. All she could hear was
that she could not have Sally, but she did not know how she would cure herself
from the desires that consumed her if she didn't, and knowing that she couldn't
have her only made her want her more.
~X~
“You're actually pretty, you know that?” She wasn't sure what had prompted
Sally to say that, but she had.
“I don't...care about any of that stuff,” she muttered.
“I'm just saying, if you actually tried, you'd have a boyfriend in no time. I
could help you, if you wanted.”
“I don't need help with anything, and I sure as hell don't need a boyfriend,”
Edie snapped.
“Come on, it'd be fun! I have an older sister, but I've never had a younger one
before,” Sally pleaded.
“I said no!” she snarled, and Sally backed up, surprised, even a little scared.
“I didn't...mean anything by it...” she said, hurt.
“Yeah, well,” said Edie, not sure what she was trying to say. “Good.” And then
she turned and walked away, not looking back.
~X~
A professional photo seemed a bit grandiose, but Nite Owl and Metropolis and
Larry had all agreed on it, and the team had posed for it for what felt like
ages before it took and they could finally move again. Everyone began to
disperse, doing their own thing, and Edie, against her better judgment,
followed close behind Sally, who was clinging to HJ and rambling on about
something or other.
Ursula made a jab at Sally and Sally got irritated, but Edie didn't pay
attention to what they were talking about. She just kept staring at Sally,
hanging off of HJ's arm, and she wanted it to be her arm. It wasn't fair that
she had to watch like this, that she had to keep quiet and never, ever get what
she wanted out of this. Sally Jupiter got everything she wanted and Edie got
nothing, and she hated it.
And then Sally said she was going to go change, and Edie tensed, feeling that
damned heat pool between her legs once more, ferocious this time, impossible to
ignore. Just inside the trophy room, Sally would be alone and exposed. Hers for
the taking. Maybe, if she just had a chance to explain herself, Sally would not
resist. Sally would understand.
She followed her, opening the door and staring, her breath catching in her
throat as she watched Sally undress. She was every bit as beautiful as Edie had
imagined and she stepped further into the room. “Hi,” she said.
“Edie?” Sally whirled around, making little attempt to cover herself. After
all, it was just the girls, right? “What are you doing?”
In a few short strides, Edie had crossed the room, closed the distance between
them. “I wanted to talk to you,” she said, and she was standing too close and
Sally looked uncomfortable and confused.
“Couldn't it have waited until later?” she asked.
“No. No, it couldn't. I know...” Her voice cracked; was she nervous? She
couldn't tell if that was what was making her heart pound like this, or if it
was arousal, or adrenaline, or all three. “I know you see the way I look at ya.
I know you know I need you.” She placed her hands on Sally's shoulders, trying
to pull her closer.
Sally pulled back. “Edie, what the hell are you talking about? You're starting
to scare me, you're acting like...”
“I'm not acting, baby,” she said. “I need you, I...I think I love you.”
“You're disgusting!” Sally cried. “I'd expect something like this from Ursula,
but you, I thought...I thought we were...”
“You thought what?” Anger flared up in Edie. “Ya never treated me much like a
friend, so that can't be what you're talkin' about. Ya never treated me like
anything but a kid sister you could blow off whenever you were bored. But I'm
not you're kid sister, and...I don't give a damn if ya think I'm disgusting.”
“Well, you are and this is wrong! If you don't stop right now, I'm gonna tell
everyone!”
“Tell 'em,” she said. “Fucking tell 'em, but you're gonna have to do it later,
because I've been waitin' so goddamn long for this, and I'm not letting you
go.” She had Sally in her grasp again, and she was stronger than her, and Sally
tried to pull away again but Edie would not give her any leeway.
“Just gimme a chance,” she pleaded. “I promise it won't be bad, but I just
gotta have you, Sal, I can't wait anymore.” She kissed her then, hot and needy,
and ignored that Sally did not kiss back, that she continued to struggle, that
she tried to bite Edie's tongue.
She forced her to the ground then, pinned her and tried to reassure her. “It'll
be real good I promise, I know what I'm doin'.” She didn't, not with another
person, but she had spent so much time exploring her own body that she was sure
she would know what to do here.
Sally spat in her face, and Edie slapped her, hard. She was angry again; the
kiss had calmed her down, but her temper flared up again, and slapping Sally
didn't ease this, only egged her on. “I said it would be good, you bitch!” she
snarled. “Just hold still and lemme prove it to ya, or I'll have to make this
ugly!”
She hated Sally. She had hated Sally from the moment she had met her, and she
had hated Sally when she realized the effect she had on her, and she hated
Sally now, making her love her and rejecting her all at once, making her need
her more but denying her access. She hated Sally so goddamn much, and this
time, she did not slap her. Edie went with her fist instead.
She heard a crunch and Sally's nose started to bleed, and she reared her fist
back again, this time connecting it with her jaw. Again and again, she punched
her, alternating her fists between blows, she watched Sally's perfect, pretty
face turn ugly and bloody, and she was almost more beautiful this way, simply
because she was ugly. No one else but Edie could want her like this, and she
wanted her even more than before.
She grabbed one of Sally's breasts, squeezing at it greedily, and she let out a
low moan of appreciation. This was it; she finally had her. It had not gone the
way she wanted at all, but that was okay because she had her, and Sally would
understand when it was over. She would have to.
“What are you doing?!”
Edie's head snapped around to see Ursula standing in the doorway, a look of
surprised anger on her face. Before Edie could make her excuses, Ursula had run
to her, pulling her off of Sally by her hair. She the flung Edie against a
wall, closing in on her and looking down, enraged.
“Just what the hell do you think you're doing to her?” she asked, barely
managing to keep her voice level.
“You know how bad I wanted her, you know how hard it is,” Edie protested. “I
just wanted to show her-”
“What could you show her, doing something like that?” Ursula asked coldly. “And
don't compare me to you, Edith. I would never do something that terrible to
anyone, much less a woman I wanted.”
“But I just-”
“It's unforgivable,” she interrupted. “Absolutely unforgivable, and I don't
want to see you come near Sally again.” When Edie opened her mouth to argue
again, Ursula shook her head, silencing her. “Leave, before I do worse to you.”
Standing up slowly, Edie trudged out of the room, and Ursula watched her
carefully as she did, looking ready to strike if Edie made one step out of
line. But she didn't, and she left the trophy room, letting the door close
behind her.
Before she started down the hallway, she heard Ursula say, not without a hint
of disgust, “At least get dressed, and maybe next time you'll think not to run
around half-naked.”
~X~
The others didn't know for sure why Edie quit the Minutemen without a word, or
why Sally looked the way she did, but everyone was certain that those two
things were connected.
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