Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy, Rose
Challenge/Prompt: femslash100 Drabble Tag 8: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy - midnight snack - requested by madampresident and femslash100 552: Universe
Word Count: 414 (Drabble version here.)
Date Written: 23 June 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Rose, what are you doing with that?"
"I just found it, Blanche," Rose answers absently, rolling the strange, white item around in her hand. It almost makes her think of an eggbeater, but she has a sneaking feeling that it has no place here in the kitchen. "What is it? Do you know?"
"Of course Ah know, an' don't act like you don't!"
Rose drops the object, which clearly belongs to Blanche, and blushes lightly. "Well, I don't!" she snaps.
Blanche's eyes narrow. "You mean to tell me you've nevah . . . pleasured yoahself?"
Rose's eyes turn as round and white as dinner saucers. "Oh my! You mean that -- That -- ?! EUUW! What is it doing in the kitchen?!"
"It's a new kind," Blanche explains. "Mah Sensual Pleasures Club o' th' Month sent it to me. You fill it up wit' somethin', an' it spreads it ovah yoah body while you roll it across yoah flesh."
Rose frowns. "What's the point of that? And don't tell me that's why you got the cheesecake!"
"O' course not! The cheesecake is our midnight snack, dear; th' trail th' vibrator leaves behind is for yoah lover to lick off yoah body."
"But if you have a lover, why do you need a vibrator?!" Rose puzzles.
"Rose Nylund! You . . . You ask too many questions!" Blanche exclaims, shutting the fridge with her foot and bustling away from it with a whole arm load of delicacies.
"It just seems to me . . . "
"Oh, come on, you didn't even know what a vibrator is! Let alone how to use one! Ah'll have to have one o' mah guys teach Miles a thing or two, but right now, Dor-- Dan's waitin' on me!"
Instead of filling the vibrator there, Blanche grabs it and hurries for her room. "Hold on a minute!" She freezes just before she can escape to her boudoir. "You're not taking all the cheesecake, missy!" Rose cuts herself a nice slice, takes it, and walks away.
Blanche falls against her bedroom door as she closes it behind her. Dorothy looks up expectantly. "She almost caught us!" Her lover just shrugs. One day, they will be caught, and Dorothy looks forward to being forced out of the closet more than anything else she's ever experienced in life -- well, almost more than anything else. Nothing in the universe can compare to Blanche's love, even if she is the only one who knows she has it!