Entry tags:

fandom: watchmen, femslash/yuri, rating: r

V Day: Watchmen Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: V Day
Fandom: Watchmen (Movieverse)
Pairing: Nurse/Silhouette
Summary: The day the war ended, anything was possible.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 359
Rating: R
Warning: Sex.
Author’s Note: Written for the Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VII prompts “possessive, finale, victory.”

V Day

It was the day of victory. The war was over, the good guys had won and it seemed like everything you’d ever heard about truth, justice and the American way might just be true after all.

Times Square churned with people, laughing and crying. Sirens and cheers and the sound of bells ringing filled the air. All around me, and in me, were triumph and euphoria.

At that moment, it felt like we were on the brink of a golden age of heroism and that the world could be made into whatever I wanted it to be.

What I wanted was to be seen. The Silhouette brought to light. I wanted to show them who I really was. I wasn’t sure how, but then I saw her.

Amidst all the millions of people, there she was waiting for me and only me – a nurse all in white like an angel or a bride. You could tell from her eyes that she’d seen things working the wards. That she’d seen men lose their limbs or lose their minds, that she’d seen blood and fear and pain. There was something else in those eyes too though. There was still a bright hope shining.

I walked through the crowd, never hesitating. I swept her up in my arms and I kissed her. I claimed her. She never resisted, she melted into my kiss, clinging to me. She knew that I was the fulfillment of all her hopes.

I took her back to my secret headquarters. We didn’t exchange names. There was no need for names. I was the Silhouette and she was mine. Whatever she had been before didn’t matter. The boy she’d loved in whatever small town she came from, the soldiers she’d danced with, all that was forgotten as I showed her what two women together could do. Her nails clawing my hips as we rode together, sex pressed to sex. Her tongue finding a rhythm inside me, the leather handle of my riding crop pounding. There were fireworks all that night in Times Square, and inside me. A grand finale that lasted till dawn on that day of victory.