Mad Girls' Love Song
by Croupier

Their other romances were scripts that they had written, giggling, on one another's beds as girls, with roles they had filled out in high school. Their orgasms were witty and sometimes operatic performances--whether faked or not, both of them knew they weren't real, not if they happened with anyone else. Sometimes Cordelia would reach out and grasp Audrey and, for all of her flesh, Audrey seemed as elusive as anything else in Twin Peaks. During sex, Cordelia felt her hands pass through rather than enter Audrey Horne, and sometimes wondered if

I made you up inside my head.

They seemed too crazy and witty to be real, Audrey with her glittering feline eyes and Cordelia with her too-solid, model-perfect body. Cordelia was the earth to Audrey's sky, the bass drum to Audrey's flutish laugh. They were notes passed in the halls, delicate sex on Cordelia's parents' bed, with Cordelia almost embarrassed about her desire and Audrey exhibiting no shame at her part in it. They were secret glances expertly exchanged during class, giggles stifled the way Cordelia silenced Audrey's moans so as not to disturb the guests at the Great Northern.

All of that power and magic, and they couldn't find anything better to spend it on than each other.

Later, Cordy would shun her in the halls. Audrey would try to get her attention, at first out of need and then, later, out of habit. Neither of them noticed when she stopped altogether; nor did anyone else, for that matter.

 

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