Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

Hot and Eager Pursuit

Title: Hot and Eager Pursuit
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Character/Pairing: Blanche/Dorothy, Sophia
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Weekend Challenge: "Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky Ma!"
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 565
Date Written: 9 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.

“I have to tell her,” Dorothy argued.

“Dorothy, Ah understand she’s your mothah,” Blanche drawled, rubbing Dorothy’s hand where she held it above the table, “but if you tell her, th’ next thing you know Rose is gonna know, an’ that dimwit can’t keep a secret any more than Fred Murphy can keep his pants on.”

Dorothy frowned. “I thought you weren’t seen any men any longer?”

“Ah’m not!” Blanche cried. “But that’s not th’ point! Dorothy, do you have any idea what’s going to happen once th’ news that we’re . . . that we’re . . . “ Blanche sighed and waved her free hand in the air between them as she searched for words. “ . . . that we’re goin’ steady, Ah guess you might call it, gets out?! You’re gonna have every man in Miami an’ most o’ th’ women jealous too!”

“And what? You think I can’t handle myself against your exbeaus?”

“That’s not th’ point!” Blanche cried, shaking her head. “That’s not what Ah’m tryin’ to say at all!”

“Well, hear me,” Dorothy countered. “Even when I had nothing, I had Ma. Through Stan, through being a single mother, through fighting to make the pennies stretch so I could put food on the table, when we had no food on the table and no hope of getting any, I had Ma. She’s always been there for me, Blanche.”

“And I always will be here for you, Pussycat,” Sophia spoke suddenly, entering the kitchen, “even through this amusement park ride.”

“Ma!” Dorothy cried even as she dropped Blanche’s hand.

“What? Don’t look so surprised? The dimwit can’t keep a secret, but neither can you when you’re really tickled and excited about something. Lord knows you can both do better,” she declared, looking at Blanche, “but if the Slut Puppy here makes you happy, that’s what matters -- as long as she doesn’t go barking up any of the wrong fire hydrants.”

“Sophia, Ah’ll have you know Ah haven’t been with a man in ovah a week!”

“Now there’s real shocking news for the Weekly Weird World News!”


Sophia ignored her daughter and held her hand out to Blanche. “Now pay up, Slut Puppy, unless you want the dimwit to know.”


“Oh, it’s all right, Dorothy. It’s just Sophia.” Blanche withdrew a twenty dollar bill from her purse laying on the table and placed it in Sophia’s old hand with its wrinkles of experience. “How long have you known?”

“Since the first night you screamed a name that sounded like Dor but you turned into Donald at the last minute -- and Donald Sceachy was out of town and wasn’t expected back for a week.”

“Hmph.” Sophia cracked her crisp bill and left the room with a grin. Blanche snapped her purse shut. “Ah guess Ah’ll have to give yoah mothah more credit in th’ future, Dorothy. Why are you starin’ at me like that?”

“She knows,” Dorothy said, speaking slowly through her shock. “She actually knows, and she doesn’t care!”

“Well, o’ course not, Dorothy, she wants you to be happy.”

“And you do make me happy,” Dorothy agreed, stroking Blanche’s hand.

Blanche wriggled her nose at her and batted her eyelashes. “Let’s go make each othah happy again. Ah’ll race you!” She giggled like a schoolgirl as she bounced up from the table and hit the hall running with Dorothy in hot and eager pursuit.

The End
Tags: golden girls: blanche/dorothy, golden girls: sophia
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