Blithe Spirit
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rareslashA/N: If anyone knows of any other Blithe Spirit fanfiction I’d be very much obliged if you directed me to it. Otherwise I come bearing, as far as I know, the only BS fanfic, enjoy :)
Title: Blithe
Pairing: Ruth/Elvira
Rating: PG-13
Before the other woman had joined her on the other side she’d watched her in certain intimate moments when really she knew it was a dreadful invasion of privacy. But really! Ruth was so staunch and proper all the time and it had been enjoyable to watch her hum in the bath and remember the feeling of warm water against goose pimpled skin in Charles’ god-awful tin bath. And when the other woman had gotten a little too frisky with the soap she had honestly tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Poor old Charles! He never could quite get it right.
From her position languishing on the bed she’d watched Ruth smoothly pull satin camisoles and silk stockings onto her healthily glowing body before dressing in clothes so drab Elvira would not have allowed her housekeeper to wear them. But she had found herself smiling. Despite being in competition for Charles and seeing the other woman sleep in what had once been her bed she had taken to Ruth and was rather fond of her.
Not fond enough that she wanted to see the other woman reach her level of spectral being though and when she’d heard that Ruth had fallen into her trap instead of Charles her heart sank into her stomach. Before she can contemplate running away Ruth stormed through the front door and with a look of thunder in her eyes, completely bypassed Charles and ran straight at the woman she was seeing for the very first time. Chasing her upstairs she cornered the other woman in the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and looking angrier and less composed than Elvira had even seen her.
“I’m dead.”
Slowly Elvira nodded, trying her best not to look annoyed - it was probably best not to antagonize Ruth at the moment.
“And you’re dead too.”
Again she nodded.
“But you were trying to kill Charles.”
“Of course I wasn’t. How could you even think such a thing…?”
“Well my new-found status among the deceased in this household would suggest foul play Elvira.”
“Well, there’s no need to get snippy about it. You and I are both stuck like this for the time being, and I’m probably the only person who can see you.”
“Charles can’t see me?”
She sounded so small and lost that Elvira almost didn’t have the heart to tell her.
“No. It’s only because of that perfectly ghastly medium that I’m stuck here, you could probably pass on if you tried.”
“Pass on?”
“Yes...and when you get there will you tell Ruddy Valentino that I’ll try not to be too much longer?”
“I will do no such thing! I have no intention of going anywhere.”
Feeling she was now less likely to be attacked Elvira slumped into the nearest chair and languishing in her usual manner allowed her bored eyes to leave the other woman.
“Well, darling you may have no choice. Do you have any unfinished business?”
“Yes, I wanted to give you a piece of my mind!”
“Oh for God sake Ruth, if that’s all then get it over with and you can toddle off to the great beyond. I’ll see you soon enough I expect.”
“You’re not what I expected. Charles doesn’t have any pictures of you-“
“Burnt them all I expect.”
“You’re more beautiful than he described you.”
She registered that this was probably meant as a compliment but before she could react Ruth was kissing her, cold lips pressing against her own but there was still some warmth there. Ruth at least remembered what it was to be warm. She wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist, feeling the smooth material of Ruth’s skirt under her fingertips before pulling the standing woman onto her lap.
Ruth tried to balance herself but found it impossible and, giving in to indignity for once, slid her stockinged legs either side of the chair, straddling Elvira’s thighs. With their hands tugging at clothes and their tongues battling for dominance Elvira could only think about how odd this would look to poor old Charles if he came in. As far as she was aware he could only see her and to see his previously completely dead first wife being ravished in the chair she herself purchased by what could only be his still invisible to him and newly dead second wife may have unfortunate ramifications upon his mental state.
The buttons on Ruth’s dress were popping open beneath Elvira’s deft fingers and though she was still surprised at Ruth’s forthrightness she decided it was probably in her best interest to keep kissing her. At least this wasn’t the punishment she had thought she was about to receive from Ruth for her part in the other woman’s untimely death. Instead she had cold lips on her own and she was discovering that Ruth was surprisingly adept at kissing. It seemed that once again Charles had married a woman far too interesting for him.
Feeling the flush of passion overtaking her for the first time in years Elvira trailed kissed across a small jaw, down Ruth’s neck, taking care to suck on the pulse point, wondering why she had never noticed how strange the lack of a heartbeat was. Ruth seemed to have realized much quicker and was compensating by letting her passions overtake her and removing her clothes with uncharacteristic abandon.
“I’m alive! Please Elvira, I can’t be dead! I just can’t!”
She was clinging to the blonde woman’s waist, crying into her shoulder and Elvira found it oddly wonderful that tears of all things were still able to be warm and as they were covering the area where her heart once was she allowed the other woman to cry. Ruth kept tugging at her clothes and very soon Elvira’s dress joined Ruth’s on the floor.
“A few hours ago you could have been a figment of Charles’ imagination and now you’re the only person that truly feels real.”
Elvira frowned. Even at the best of times, being philosophical was not in her nature.
“Kiss me.”
She did. They did. It was quick and oddly passionate given the circumstances and for a few moments, when Ruth’s fingers were buried inside her, Elvira could have sworn she felt her heart beat.
And from downstairs the strains of Always surrounded them.
Title: Blithe
Pairing: Ruth/Elvira
Rating: PG-13
Before the other woman had joined her on the other side she’d watched her in certain intimate moments when really she knew it was a dreadful invasion of privacy. But really! Ruth was so staunch and proper all the time and it had been enjoyable to watch her hum in the bath and remember the feeling of warm water against goose pimpled skin in Charles’ god-awful tin bath. And when the other woman had gotten a little too frisky with the soap she had honestly tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Poor old Charles! He never could quite get it right.
From her position languishing on the bed she’d watched Ruth smoothly pull satin camisoles and silk stockings onto her healthily glowing body before dressing in clothes so drab Elvira would not have allowed her housekeeper to wear them. But she had found herself smiling. Despite being in competition for Charles and seeing the other woman sleep in what had once been her bed she had taken to Ruth and was rather fond of her.
Not fond enough that she wanted to see the other woman reach her level of spectral being though and when she’d heard that Ruth had fallen into her trap instead of Charles her heart sank into her stomach. Before she can contemplate running away Ruth stormed through the front door and with a look of thunder in her eyes, completely bypassed Charles and ran straight at the woman she was seeing for the very first time. Chasing her upstairs she cornered the other woman in the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and looking angrier and less composed than Elvira had even seen her.
“I’m dead.”
Slowly Elvira nodded, trying her best not to look annoyed - it was probably best not to antagonize Ruth at the moment.
“And you’re dead too.”
Again she nodded.
“But you were trying to kill Charles.”
“Of course I wasn’t. How could you even think such a thing…?”
“Well my new-found status among the deceased in this household would suggest foul play Elvira.”
“Well, there’s no need to get snippy about it. You and I are both stuck like this for the time being, and I’m probably the only person who can see you.”
“Charles can’t see me?”
She sounded so small and lost that Elvira almost didn’t have the heart to tell her.
“No. It’s only because of that perfectly ghastly medium that I’m stuck here, you could probably pass on if you tried.”
“Pass on?”
“Yes...and when you get there will you tell Ruddy Valentino that I’ll try not to be too much longer?”
“I will do no such thing! I have no intention of going anywhere.”
Feeling she was now less likely to be attacked Elvira slumped into the nearest chair and languishing in her usual manner allowed her bored eyes to leave the other woman.
“Well, darling you may have no choice. Do you have any unfinished business?”
“Yes, I wanted to give you a piece of my mind!”
“Oh for God sake Ruth, if that’s all then get it over with and you can toddle off to the great beyond. I’ll see you soon enough I expect.”
“You’re not what I expected. Charles doesn’t have any pictures of you-“
“Burnt them all I expect.”
“You’re more beautiful than he described you.”
She registered that this was probably meant as a compliment but before she could react Ruth was kissing her, cold lips pressing against her own but there was still some warmth there. Ruth at least remembered what it was to be warm. She wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist, feeling the smooth material of Ruth’s skirt under her fingertips before pulling the standing woman onto her lap.
Ruth tried to balance herself but found it impossible and, giving in to indignity for once, slid her stockinged legs either side of the chair, straddling Elvira’s thighs. With their hands tugging at clothes and their tongues battling for dominance Elvira could only think about how odd this would look to poor old Charles if he came in. As far as she was aware he could only see her and to see his previously completely dead first wife being ravished in the chair she herself purchased by what could only be his still invisible to him and newly dead second wife may have unfortunate ramifications upon his mental state.
The buttons on Ruth’s dress were popping open beneath Elvira’s deft fingers and though she was still surprised at Ruth’s forthrightness she decided it was probably in her best interest to keep kissing her. At least this wasn’t the punishment she had thought she was about to receive from Ruth for her part in the other woman’s untimely death. Instead she had cold lips on her own and she was discovering that Ruth was surprisingly adept at kissing. It seemed that once again Charles had married a woman far too interesting for him.
Feeling the flush of passion overtaking her for the first time in years Elvira trailed kissed across a small jaw, down Ruth’s neck, taking care to suck on the pulse point, wondering why she had never noticed how strange the lack of a heartbeat was. Ruth seemed to have realized much quicker and was compensating by letting her passions overtake her and removing her clothes with uncharacteristic abandon.
“I’m alive! Please Elvira, I can’t be dead! I just can’t!”
She was clinging to the blonde woman’s waist, crying into her shoulder and Elvira found it oddly wonderful that tears of all things were still able to be warm and as they were covering the area where her heart once was she allowed the other woman to cry. Ruth kept tugging at her clothes and very soon Elvira’s dress joined Ruth’s on the floor.
“A few hours ago you could have been a figment of Charles’ imagination and now you’re the only person that truly feels real.”
Elvira frowned. Even at the best of times, being philosophical was not in her nature.
“Kiss me.”
She did. They did. It was quick and oddly passionate given the circumstances and for a few moments, when Ruth’s fingers were buried inside her, Elvira could have sworn she felt her heart beat.
And from downstairs the strains of Always surrounded them.
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