Story: 25 Days of Femslash (chapter 14)

Authors: Blood_Covered_Pheonix

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Chapter 14

Title: Family Tradition

[Author's notes: Last post of the day. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.]

“Lisbeth, you’re being ridiculous! My parents are going to love you. My mother has been bugging to meet you since you came to visit last winter.” Miriam Wu mumbled as she arched into Lisbeth Salander’s mouth.

“No, I’m being realistic.” Lisbeth replied stubbornly around the breast in her mouth.

“I work at sex toy shop, I spent my early adult years in a punk rock band and I came home with a new woman every week, all of them full of holes, tattoos and empty aspirations. Now I’m bringing home a Swedish hero who defended her brain damaged mother from her abusive father, braved years of mistreatment in a mental institution, was systematically abused by her legal guardian for two months, managed to combat three false murder charges and solve two of those murders nearly by herself, and managed to make a few million while doing it. My parents will love you.” Mimi sighed.

The smaller woman sat up and brushed her hair back from her eyes, making a mental note to get it cut again. “You can’t have told them all that.” She protested.

“Of course not, but that’s your character.” The other woman smiled at her.

“All they’re going to see is a small anorexic woman with a few fewer holes than the others.” Lisbeth looked away. “They’ll hate me.”

“Since when do you care?” Mimi asked. Lisbeth stood up moodily and retrieved her dented and dirty cigarette case from her pants. She moved over to the window and opened it, settling herself in the sill despite the deathly winter chill. She lit a cigarette and took a few puffs.

“You’re close to your parents, if they don’t like me it will put a wedge between us.” She replied a few minutes later.

“My parents respect my decisions, if it comes to that. It won’t, they’ll love you.”

“Why do I have to come anyway?”

“Family tradition. Christmas dinner I bring home a new friend and my family assumes I’m going to bring them the next Christmas. You will be the first one to make it to two Christmases next year when we announce our engagement.”

“Is your family even Christian?”

“Nope, but we are French and Christmas is a national holiday so we gather and eat and drink. I promise that you’ll have fun.”

“I still don’t like it.” Lisbeth flicked her butt out the window and grabbed another fag from the case. She lit it and took two long drags. “I’m not bring home to meet the family material. I thought we were more than friends anyway.”

“We are, but my family assumes that about all of my friends now. You’ll be the first one that they’re correct about.” Mimi stood and joined her on the sill, albeit with a blanket drawn around her. “I promise that they’ll love you. Please come, I want them to meet you and you to meet them. You’ll love them, and they’ll love you.”

Lisbeth scowled at her but nodded. “I’ll go.”

 

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This had been a mistake, she was certain of it now. She’d had inklings of it before but now she was absolutely certain. Mimi was dressed in her stunning but appropriate manner. A black dress with a full bodice that covered her shoulders, and came up to the black with crimson and silver accessories choker and ran down full sleeves that had lace floral prints on them in violet. The waist was belted and the skirt brushed her shins, but just barely. Paired with her thigh high stiletto heel spikey boots and punk inspired up do it was quite stunning. Lisbeth had resisted the urge to outfit herself with every pointy piece of clothing in wardrobe and had gone with a new pair of black jeans, frayed at the hem, but not too much, and an old but still wearable tee with her leather jacket over top and a pair of black steel toes. She’d cut her hair short again, mostly to avoid having to cut it again, so she’d simply swept it out of her face and gelled it in place. Mimi wasn’t taking any chances and kept a tight grip on Lisbeth’s hands as they walked up the street to the house. “Now remember, my entire family speaks English just fine, if you want to talk them. Your English is pretty good so you should be able to carry on a conversation. But if you don’t want to talk, just say ‘Je ne pais francais, Je pais une sweede. It’s not correct French, which will shut them up and get them to leave you alone.”

Lisbeth nodded. “Where should we meet up if we get separated?”

“The entrance to the living room. It’s really distinctive and I’ll be able to spot you from anywhere in the house. I’ll try to stick close to you so one of my creepy cousins doesn’t try to pick you up. I don’t want you breaking an arms, but I totally understand if its unavoidable, no one taught them the meaning of the word no.” She turned to face Lisbeth and leaned down to kiss her. Lisbeth begrudgingly rose herself on her tip toes to meet Mimi’s lips. They held the kiss for a long moment before breaking apart and simply embracing.

“I won’t break any arms. I’ll tell them what I did to Bjurman, that’ll shut them up.” Lisbeth promised, rising again to kiss Mimi. “I could tell that story at the table.”

“They’ve all heard it before. We watched the trial, well I did and everyone else caught most of the details. I don’t think they’ve put it together that you are the girl from the trial. It’s going to be quite a shock for them, I imagine.” Mimi confessed. “I don’t think they’ll openly disapprove of you once they figure that out.”
          Lisbeth actually smiled at her. “We’d better get inside. It’s cold and late. Dinner should be served soon.” With her gut cramping into knots from anxiety, Lisbeth allowed herself to be lead into the Wu household.

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