summary: lupe often found herself longing for someone to love, but one night when she stumbles into a bar she realizes that she just might have.
warning: alcohol and kissing
pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader
a/n: a corny romance fic inspired by billie holiday’s ‘blue moon’ (side note: i know lupe has been with a lot of women but let’s just pretend that she’s embarking on a celibacy journey and hasn’t for a while)
the bar smelled of wine and vanilla when lupe first trailed in, following the unmistakable aroma. it led her to a half filled room with people scattered all over focusing their attention in one direction.
she hadn’t intended on entering the small lounge that sat on the corner of the long street. she’d passed it numerous times after baseball practice but this day, unlike the others, it felt alive.
she couldn’t help but take notice of the sweet, sultry voice filling the area accompanied by a mellow tune. the room was dimly lit besides the bright light in the center of the room illuminating a figure, the same direction from where the music was coming from.
you saw me standing alone
lupe walked deeper into the crowd investigating the source of the voice when her eyes landed on a figure standing in the center of a small brown platform. the mystery singer stood elegantly in front of the crowd singing a beautiful ballad that left the patrons— including lupe astonished.
she found herself hypnotized by the woman standing before her, so much so that she couldn’t look away. gradually becoming more invested in the performance— and the person behind the voice.
without a dream in my heart,
the lyrics sung held a deeper meaning for lupe, they spoke of an intense longing for love, and for someone to finally fill a void of loneliness. again and again lupe found herself desiring those very things. baseball kept her occupied but it couldn’t mask her hopes that one day someone would finally care for her the way she wanted them to. it was as if the lyrics were calling to her.
blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,
you heard me saying a prayer for,
someone I really could care for
she took a seat at the nearest open chair in order to get a better view of the singer. the bright light reflected off of her skin adding an almost translucent hue to the performance. lupe felt like she was floating, watching in complete awe.
and then there suddenly appeared before me,
the only one my arms will ever hold
i heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"
and i looked, the moon had turned to gold
you finally peeled your eyes open looking out into the crowd of mostly familiar faces. it’s a tendency of yours to close your eyes while you sing— not out of fear but habit. it helped you truly focus on the words by making it feel as though you were alone.
when you reached the far right of the bar you spotted a distinctive new face within a sea of old ones. and you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to linger on the person a bit longer.
she had rich dark curly hair that sat right at her shoulder. which complimented her soft brown doe eyes. she didn’t look like anyone you’d ever seen before? which made the mystery person all the more interesting.
without a dream in my heart,
the crowd erupted into cheers as you sang the last few lines of the ballad, your gaze on the woman never faltering and neither did hers. you gave a short bow, stepping off the platform with only one thing on your mind.
you began to make your way to the girl when you felt a tug on your arm. when you turned, dozens of eager customers awaited you and it was going to make the path to the girl much more difficult without people noticing.
by the time you pulled yourself away from the group the girl was no longer in her seat but was headed towards the exit. you beelined across the room, cutting off her path to the door.
this was the closest you’d been to her all night and the pressure began to set in. lupe could smell the scent of perfume— your perfume wafting through the air as you stepped closer, your knee lightly brushing against hers in the process.
she sighed, “yeah, i have a game in the morning.”
“i play baseball and we’re on a bit of a losing streak.”
lupe’s eyes roamed over your body as you stood in front of her. amusement curling her lips into a grin. your heart began to race. you had no clue as to why a stranger, a beautiful charming stranger had such a hold on you.
“i’d hate to waste your time, it’s just this place doesn’t usually come alive until after midnight and i wouldn’t want you to miss it.”
“oh, really?” she chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. lupe wouldn’t have been able to get past you even if she wanted to. and she found it quite adorable. you ushered her back to her seat, settling down right beside her.
you began, “yeah, listen i’ll tell you what…..”
“lupe, how about this. in exchange for your time all of your drinks are on me?”
a sly smirk spread across her lips, you were persistent and cute. she had no idea why you were so adamant on her remaining at the bar but she refused to question it. she couldn’t remember the last time anybody pursued her in that way and it made her want to say yes all the more.
“okay, i’ll stay, make it worth my while ms holiday.”
you beamed, “you won’t be disappointed and you can call me, y/n.”
“y/n….i like it. but i like ms holiday too, you sounded like her up there, it was really good.”
“yeah?” lupe smirked, breaking the ice as she leaned forward taking on a teasingly low tone. she was careful not to draw the attention over to you but enough to get the message across, causing your cheeks to heat up instantly.
“so what’ll it be lupe? whiskey, rum, tequila, beer?” you exclaimed, turning to the bartender to deflect from the brewing tension.
you watched lupe sip her beer, running her tongue across her lips when she was done with each taste. she felt your eyes lingering on her lips and it only made her want to show off even more, she couldn’t believe you were married.
“is your husband okay with you staying out so late?”
“your husband?” she gestured to the cheap ring on your finger, curiosity and a bit of jealousy seeping into her voice.
“no-no i’m not married. it's a gift, an old one but i don’t have a husband.” you mumbled.
“why not? if you don’t mind me asking.” you shook your head, eyes darting to the ground as lupe stumbled to find the right words.
“what i’m trying to say is you’re beautiful, you can sing, and clearly you know how to handle your own. any guy that hasn’t been shipped off can see that.”
you blurted, “well maybe it’s not them that i’m interested in.”
you looked up from wooden floorboards, your eyes connecting with lupe’s at once and that was all you needed to say. immediately she nodded, taking another sip of her bitter drink.
“does that mean I have a chance then?”
“you’re first in line, but enough about my love life, what about you?”
“me? oh there have been so many women i can’t even count,” she lied.
she gulped, her pitch going up at least two octaves as you stared her down. her face was that of a liar, especially a terrible one but you couldn’t help but laugh. a warm giddy feeling surrounding the two of you as both you and lupe bursted out into a fit of giggles.
“i’ve never met anyone like you.” you purred, proudly grinning at the woman in front of you.
“i could say the same about you too.”
the lights began to brighten as a new song switched on, sending people onto their feet to dance. ‘falling in love again’ by billie holiday began to play through the radio, filling the room with an upbeat jazz tune. you hopped to your feet with only one pursuit in mind, holding out your hand to lupe.
“here? won’t some of your….customers have a problem with it?” she muttered. lupe briefly scanned the room, quickly noticing an abundance of heterosexual couples spread across the vast floor.
“most definitely but there’s a backroom that only employees have access to.” you smirked, whipping out a silver key.
lupe found it difficult to hide the small smile finding its way to her lips, following you through the crowd. and in the moment she was sure she would’ve followed you just about anywhere.
the short journey led to a small brown room located at the back of the bar with a table, chair and few snacks in the corner. you walked to the center of the dim room, gesturing the woman over as you began slowly moving your hips.
“why’d you bring me here?” she asked, taking you by the waist.
“i wanted to get to know you.”
the quiet music from the main room echoed into the back room enough for you and lupe to hear it. she followed your lead, pulling you close as you danced to the melody.
“but we could’ve done that out there.”
“it’s quieter here, more privacy.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck.
now, lupe was used to hooking up with people, in fact, it was quite easy for her. she knew what to say, what lines worked best and how to flatter people but with you it was almost as if all that was forgotten.
she didn’t know what to say, what lines to use or how to flatter you. she found herself intimidated by you and it wasn’t because she was scared but because she wanted more. the longer you two danced, the more the idea became ingrained into her brain.
“are you okay?” you asked, the gap between the two of you gradually closing as you moved throughout the room. lupe was practically pressed up against you, however you didn’t mind. her scent, embrace and presence felt like a warm blanket of comfort that you never wanted to be away from.
okay would be the last word lupe would use to describe herself, she wasn’t fine, she was falling. this entire evening, it felt like a dream. being here with you, it was everything she’d ever wanted and she was terrified of it ending.
“your heart’s beating really fast.”
“i’m scared,” she admitted.
“i don’t want this to end.” lupe held onto you a bit tighter this time. she closed her eyes, allowing the music to carry both you away along with it.
she went silent for a moment, dancing with you as she thought for a while. lupe was used to false hope, being let down by people so much so that she refused to believe in the possibility of you two ever existing outside of those walls together.
“all goods things do, y/n. it’s rule number one in the handbook of life,” she scoffed.
you challenged, “what are you really afraid of?”
she peeled her eyes open, pulling off her hat so that you could fully see her. her curly dark hair rested at her shoulder, crowning her beautiful face. you could’ve sworn she was going to kiss you but instead she leaned in, gently brushing your ear with the tip of her nose.
“being alone,” she whispered.
you saw a hint of vulnerability in her lupe’s gleaming eyes and you never wanted to let go. you couldn’t fathom how in just a few hours you could care so deeply for someone you’d just met.
“lupe i can’t remember the last time anybody made me feel the way you did tonight.” you ran your thumb up over her cheek, catching a glimpse of the clock in the corner.
“if you think i'm just gonna let you waltz out the door and that be the end of it, you're wrong.” you laughed, walking over to the small table in the room. you pulled out a paper and then your bright red lipstick.
“i have an apartment downtown, it’s not too far from here, take the address.”
you handed the slip of paper over to her with your address sloppily written in bold red letters. lupe’s heart swelled as she clutched the paper in her hand, ensuring its reality.
“i know you have to go so i won’t keep you any longer but after you win your next game, stop by. it’ll just be the two of us.” you promised.
she continued, “can i kiss you before i go—“
you didn’t even give lupe the chance before launching yourself at her. you pressed yourself against her with desperation and need, cupping her face in your hands as your lips smacked over one another. the taste of beer lingered on her tongue as she swirled it over yours, deepening the kiss even further.
your hands roamed all over lupe’s body as she held you, it felt like hours had gone by but the kiss only lasted a mere 10 seconds before you heard your name being called again by the audience. hesitantly you pulled away, placing a light kiss on lupe’s cheek and leaving behind a red lipstick stain.
“i’ll see you soon,” she whispered.
you stepped out first allowing the attention to flock to you so lupe could slip out undetected. you sauntered back onto the stage watching lupe head for the door, giving you one last comforting look as she mouthed a ‘thank you.’
all of those lonely nights you two had spent under a blue moon, calling out for someone for someone to love and you were heard at last. the smell, the taste of each other remained throughout the night as you and lupe went back to your respective lives. impatiently waiting and counting down the minutes until you could finally see each other again. this time without any intrusion from outsiders nor pestering fears of loneliness.
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