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thegirl20TITLE: I’d like to thank the Academy
AUTHOR: Angie (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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WRITTEN FOR:fox1013 in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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FEEDBACK: scotangelina@yahoo.com
SITE: Girlie Stuff
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free to take this, just let me know where it's gone.
FANDOM: Desperate Housewives RPS
PAIRING: Marcia/Felicity
SUMMARY: Felicity practises her Oscar speech
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I am not implying that any of this is remotely true. Don’t sue me.
WORD COUNT: 743
AUTHOR NOTES: This was written based on a comment made in my other fic ‘Hand of Fate’. However, this is not related to it at all and takes place in a completely different universe.
Felicity lay back against the pillows, a satisfied smile gracing her features. The blankets and sheets were in a tangled heap slowly falling off the bottom of the bed. Marcia’s head was resting on Felicity’s chest, her finger tracing invisible patterns on her abdomen.
There had been some kind of technical problem with the cameras so filming had been halted. Everyone had muttered and complained about the delay, but Marcia and Felicity had serenely left the set, headed to Felicity’s trailer and proceeded to make the most of the unexpected free-time.
Marcia turned her head so that she was looking up at Felicity.
“Do the speech again.”
“You’ve heard it already.”
“I know, but I want to hear it again. I think it might sound different this time.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re naked.”
Felicity laughed.
“And what? Are we experimenting to see if it sounds better when delivered in the nude?”
“Yes. And if it does, I wouldn’t bother picking up that dress. Just go as you are.”
“And offend middle-America? Actually probably top, middle and bottom America.”
“I’d like it.” Marcia said, smiling lazily up at her.
Felicity shook her head lightly and gestured for Marcia to let her up. Marcia moved so that she was sitting against the pillows while Felicity got up and kneeled at the end of the bed.
“Do the announcement. I have to practice the bit where they’re reading out the nominees and I have to look humble and grateful to be nominated.”
“Honey, you’ve been nominated for awards before.”
“I’ve never been nominated for an Oscar before. I need to get it right. Just do it!”
Marcia laughed and then looked at an imaginary card in her hand.
“And the nominees in the category of Best Performance by an Actress in a leading roll are…Judi Dench for something ridiculously run of the mill, Felicity Huffman for Transamerica…”
She paused to allow Felicity to duck her head slightly while nodding and looking around at invisible people from under her eyelashes. Marcia clapped in delight.
“You got it! Keira Knightly for Pride and Prejudice…pause for laugh…”
Felicity slapped her leg, trying to frown disapprovingly but not managing to hide her smirk.
“...Charlize Theron for some mining drama and Reese Witherspoon for attempting to sing. And the Oscar goes to…”
She mimed opening an envelope.
“…Felicity Huffman for Transamerica!”
Felicity held a hand over her heart and let her mouth drop open. She moved to stand up.
“Wait! I get to be Bill.”
Marcia crawled down beside Felicity at the bottom of the bed.
”You’re too tall to be Bill.”
“We’re just pretending. Go with it.”
Felicity turned to Marcia and kissed her squarely on the mouth before throwing her arms around her. Then she stood and walked around to the side of the bed where she accepted an imaginary statuette, pretending to buckle under its weight. Marcia giggled.
Felicity blew out a breath.
“Well, I can’t believe this. I am so honoured to be standing here right now. I’d like to thank the Academy for being courageous enough to recognise this role. I’d like to thank everyone who worked on this movie, from the director to the tea-boy, because it truly was a family affair. I’d like to thank my own family, my gorgeous girls and my wonderful husband. And last, but certainly not least, I’d like to thank my lover…who makes me laugh, keeps me sane and gives great head. Marcia, this is for you.”
Marcia looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s a slightly different speech from the one you gave the other day.”
“What do you know, seems like being naked does make a difference!”
“Mmmmhmmm.” Marcia crooked a finger, beckoning.
Felicity walked on her knees to meet Marcia in a fierce kiss in the middle of the bed. Marcia’s hand moved down Felicity’s spine, over her backside. Felicity pulled away.
“Uh, uh, uh. I still need to practice my losing face.”
Marcia shook her head as she leaned back in to capture Felicity’s lips. She spoke in a staccato rhythm, between kisses.
“You…won’t…need…it.”
One final deep kiss and Marcia pulled back to look into Felicity’s eyes, still holding her close.
“Anyway, I’ve used my loser face often enough…I can coach you.”
“Your time will come, baby.”
Marcia looked at her wristwatch.
“If we’re quick, both our times might come before they call us back.”
Felicity grinned.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
AUTHOR: Angie (
the_girl_20)WRITTEN FOR:
fox1013 in femslash06FEEDBACK: scotangelina@yahoo.com
SITE: Girlie Stuff
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free to take this, just let me know where it's gone.
FANDOM: Desperate Housewives RPS
PAIRING: Marcia/Felicity
SUMMARY: Felicity practises her Oscar speech
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I am not implying that any of this is remotely true. Don’t sue me.
WORD COUNT: 743
AUTHOR NOTES: This was written based on a comment made in my other fic ‘Hand of Fate’. However, this is not related to it at all and takes place in a completely different universe.
Felicity lay back against the pillows, a satisfied smile gracing her features. The blankets and sheets were in a tangled heap slowly falling off the bottom of the bed. Marcia’s head was resting on Felicity’s chest, her finger tracing invisible patterns on her abdomen.
There had been some kind of technical problem with the cameras so filming had been halted. Everyone had muttered and complained about the delay, but Marcia and Felicity had serenely left the set, headed to Felicity’s trailer and proceeded to make the most of the unexpected free-time.
Marcia turned her head so that she was looking up at Felicity.
“Do the speech again.”
“You’ve heard it already.”
“I know, but I want to hear it again. I think it might sound different this time.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re naked.”
Felicity laughed.
“And what? Are we experimenting to see if it sounds better when delivered in the nude?”
“Yes. And if it does, I wouldn’t bother picking up that dress. Just go as you are.”
“And offend middle-America? Actually probably top, middle and bottom America.”
“I’d like it.” Marcia said, smiling lazily up at her.
Felicity shook her head lightly and gestured for Marcia to let her up. Marcia moved so that she was sitting against the pillows while Felicity got up and kneeled at the end of the bed.
“Do the announcement. I have to practice the bit where they’re reading out the nominees and I have to look humble and grateful to be nominated.”
“Honey, you’ve been nominated for awards before.”
“I’ve never been nominated for an Oscar before. I need to get it right. Just do it!”
Marcia laughed and then looked at an imaginary card in her hand.
“And the nominees in the category of Best Performance by an Actress in a leading roll are…Judi Dench for something ridiculously run of the mill, Felicity Huffman for Transamerica…”
She paused to allow Felicity to duck her head slightly while nodding and looking around at invisible people from under her eyelashes. Marcia clapped in delight.
“You got it! Keira Knightly for Pride and Prejudice…pause for laugh…”
Felicity slapped her leg, trying to frown disapprovingly but not managing to hide her smirk.
“...Charlize Theron for some mining drama and Reese Witherspoon for attempting to sing. And the Oscar goes to…”
She mimed opening an envelope.
“…Felicity Huffman for Transamerica!”
Felicity held a hand over her heart and let her mouth drop open. She moved to stand up.
“Wait! I get to be Bill.”
Marcia crawled down beside Felicity at the bottom of the bed.
”You’re too tall to be Bill.”
“We’re just pretending. Go with it.”
Felicity turned to Marcia and kissed her squarely on the mouth before throwing her arms around her. Then she stood and walked around to the side of the bed where she accepted an imaginary statuette, pretending to buckle under its weight. Marcia giggled.
Felicity blew out a breath.
“Well, I can’t believe this. I am so honoured to be standing here right now. I’d like to thank the Academy for being courageous enough to recognise this role. I’d like to thank everyone who worked on this movie, from the director to the tea-boy, because it truly was a family affair. I’d like to thank my own family, my gorgeous girls and my wonderful husband. And last, but certainly not least, I’d like to thank my lover…who makes me laugh, keeps me sane and gives great head. Marcia, this is for you.”
Marcia looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s a slightly different speech from the one you gave the other day.”
“What do you know, seems like being naked does make a difference!”
“Mmmmhmmm.” Marcia crooked a finger, beckoning.
Felicity walked on her knees to meet Marcia in a fierce kiss in the middle of the bed. Marcia’s hand moved down Felicity’s spine, over her backside. Felicity pulled away.
“Uh, uh, uh. I still need to practice my losing face.”
Marcia shook her head as she leaned back in to capture Felicity’s lips. She spoke in a staccato rhythm, between kisses.
“You…won’t…need…it.”
One final deep kiss and Marcia pulled back to look into Felicity’s eyes, still holding her close.
“Anyway, I’ve used my loser face often enough…I can coach you.”
“Your time will come, baby.”
Marcia looked at her wristwatch.
“If we’re quick, both our times might come before they call us back.”
Felicity grinned.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
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Date: 2006-04-04 09:58 am (UTC)My fav bits -
She paused to allow Felicity to duck her head slightly while nodding and looking around at invisible people from under her eyelashes. Marcia clapped in delight. For some reason I love the idea of Marcia clapping in delight at that.
“You got it! Keira Knightly for Pride and Prejudice…pause for laugh…” Harsh but fair, harsh but fair.
”You’re too tall to be Bill.” I loved that this is her only objection to that fact.
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Date: 2006-04-04 08:45 pm (UTC)I find Felicity adorable in it - Felicity lends herself to adorability quite easily. I think it's harder to make Marcia appealing. Even though she has the vulnerable thing going on.
After I wrote that bit in the other fic about practising the speech, I just couldn't not write it. But I reckoned it would be more fun in the nude ;)
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Date: 2006-04-05 02:17 am (UTC)After I wrote that bit in the other fic about practising the speech, I just couldn't not write it. You're right that moment did have to be written - interesting choice to make it AU though.
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Date: 2006-04-06 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 11:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-05 02:58 am (UTC)Indeed, I shall sit and think about this, and also relive the naked pouncing.
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Date: 2006-04-06 09:24 pm (UTC)And I can assure you that there are no hidden cameras in either of the girls' bedrooms. To my knowledge.
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Date: 2006-05-26 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-27 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-27 09:46 am (UTC)All the fic I have on LJ is here.
And if you want to check out my older stuff, visit my site: Girlie Stuff, which is in dire need of an update.
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:48 pm (UTC)