Your love is better than ice-cream *hums*

[electricalgwen]

First non-Spander fic! Drabble prompted by cordelianne who requested "Gwen, ice-cream." Hope you like!


Your Love is Better than Ice-Cream

Gwen is having an evening in. Again.

Alone.

Even ice-cream isn’t helping tonight. Her skin yearns.

Women cling to their men when she passes, shoot her evil, jealous looks. Their gazes stab and prickle like daggers, like tiny wasp stings embedded in her skin.

Men’s gazes cling to her. Some slither, suck at her, make her skin crawl. Others caress, promise passion. Futile promises. They have no idea.

The glances are all her skin ever feels. Glances and plastic. And sure, her vibrator never needs batteries, but that’s little consolation.

She stabs viciously at the Haagen-Dazs. The plastic spoon breaks.

Comments

[electricalgwen.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks! It's good practice - I need to learn to convey more with less.