|08:32 am - Still Got Tonight by alexandrialee09|
Title: Still Got Tonight
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Kristin Chenoweth/Idina Menzel
Summary: Loosely based on Matthew Morrison's "Still Got Tonight"
Disclaimer: No affiliation.
A/N: I can't remember if I posted this yet or not. I checked the archive and couldn't find it...so mods if it is here please delete this one.
It was quiet except for the sound of footsteps; they were going fast. You could hear deep, paced breathes. Oh and of course, the latest Gaga hit. As she turned the corner, she felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was HER street. The street she spent so many nights walking in the dark with the woman she loved. The street where they had their first kiss, their first fight, their first make up, oh and who could forget the break up? Hell, the neighbors probably still remember that night. It was a horrible night. As she came closer to the building, she felt her face slowly becoming wet, whether from sweat or tears she wasn’t quite sure. She did notice that it was freezing. She came to a stop outside of the building. Hesitant to walk in, she stood there a few moments and decided to walk off.
“Mrs. Menzel? Is that you?” Shit. She had been spotted by the doorman.
She turned around slowly, “Hi, Sweetie”, was all she could get out.
“Surely you weren’t going to run by without stopping to say hi.”
“No, I am sorry. I was so caught up. How are you?” She said opening her arms for a hug.
“Fine and yourself? You look amazing, Mrs. Menzel.”
“Why so formal, call me Idina. I am doing well. It has been a while since I have been over in this neighborhood.”
“Alright, Idina. Yes it has. Well I will let you get back to your jog. Have a nice day.”
As she began to run again something pulled her back.
“Yes, Idina?” the doorman asked.
“Actually I was wondering, is Kristin home?”
“I am not sure, I can have the front call up if you would like.”
“No, I’ll go up and see. Thanks though.”
The ride on the elevator seemed as if it was going to take forever. Her hands became sweaty, her heart rate increased, and she wondered what the hell she was doing here. She made her way to Kristin’s door and knocked three times. After no one answered, she debated on leaving. Deciding it was time to face her fears of confrontation; she made herself comfortable next to the door and waited.
“Idina! GET UP!” She was being shaken by a petite blond. As her vision cleared, she saw a look of anger and confusion on the blonde’s face. She instantly regretted waiting. She stumbled to her feet and began to stumble over her words.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you and talk but you I mean I don’t know I just I should go.” She started walking toward the elevator.
Right when the ding went off letting her know the elevator had reached her floor, she heard her name called and slowly turned around. “Idina. Come in. Let’s talk.”
As Idina walked into the apartment, chills ran up and down her spine. It was exactly as she remembered it. Kristin still looked confused but the look of anger had vanished.
“Would you care for some hot tea?” the shorter one offered as Idina took a seat on the couch.
Kristin disappeared into the kitchen, returned with two mugs, and took the seat across the room from Idina. It was silent for what felt like forever. Then Idina spoke, “you remembered just how I like it.”
“Stop beating around the bush Dee – I mean Idina. You came for a reason and I know it wasn’t to discuss tea. So what is it?”
“I am not sure. I was running and was passing by and something told me to stop. I missed you.”
“That’s nice, but there is nothing here to miss. We have gone almost 7 years without speaking and then you show up on my doorstep.”
“Sorry isn’t going to work this time, Idina. When I left, I thought we had an agreement to stay in touch. When I left for LA, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Leave you. Then I find out through Murney that you had a baby boy. You couldn’t even email me and let me know. What kind of friendship is that, Idina!?!?!?!”
“I am sorry. I know you say it isn’t going to work but that’s all I can say. I didn’t email you because I knew that Taye and I were hard on you back when we were both doing Wicked and I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Well you did.” Kristin squeaked out.
Idina got up and made her way over to the love seat that Kristin was sitting on, sat down, and grabbed the blonde’s hand. “You have to believe me, Kris. I never meant to, you should know that. I loved you more than life its self.”
“If that is true then why did you never leave Taye?”
“You weren’t ready to come out with our relationship and I was afraid that if I did leave him and gave myself to only you then I wouldn’t be enough. That you would get tired of me and leave me. I was scared Kristin. But I am not now. Can we please be friends again?”
“I don’t know Idina. I am still hurt. I just can’t throw myself-”
Kristin was cut off by Idina’s lips on her own. At first, she fought it but realized that the taller woman wasn’t giving up so she let herself go. It felt so good but so wrong. When they both had to stop for air, Idina broke down.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t, I shouldn’t have. I should go.” Idina said as she was making her way to the door.
“What is it with you always running away, come back.”
The rest of the night was spent in Kristin’s bed. After a few hours of pure pleasure, they just lay there together. “They moved together blue glitter on a green field.” Kristin said just as she was falling asleep on Idina’s chest. Idina smiled and remembered the first time something like this happened. Before she knew she was in a land where everything was perfect again.
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