Drabbles of Time (Original, Lola/Connor, 63. laugh)
Title: Inside the Mind of Insanity
Author/Artist: seriousbag
Character/Pairing: Lola/Connor
Fandom: Original
Theme: 63. laugh
Lola
Connor
“I told you I was good to drive.”
“Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passenger’s seat and steered with a paper plate.”
©My Name Is Earl
11PM '10
After this night I had to pretty much be the best girlfriend in all the history of girlfriends. Or maybe I’ve turned into a dumb fuck too in love to realize how much time I’m really wasting. My boyfriends of three years, Connor, is piss drunk next to me talking about all the things he loves about me. From my birth mark on my butt to the little freckles sprayed across my face, the little things make my eyes roll but smile none the less. This isn't the first time this has happened, but the sad thing is that I'm starting to get used to it.
I think he fell asleep as I pulled into the parking lot that led to our apartment complex. The soft buzzing as I shut my car down woke him back up and he looked up at me with surprisingly solemn eyes.
"Do I make you laugh, Lo'? It was a weird thing to say, and given his current situation, she knew not to take anything he said seriously.
"Mmhmm, Connor. You know you do." He didn't say anything after that, and they walked to their door in silence. I reached in my pocket to get my key when I was suddenly pushed against the wall, Connor's breath was hot against mine and the smell of alcohol was blunt. "Lola..."
"Yes?" I gulped, my nerves on fire. Even drunk off his rocker, my boyfriend could be as sensual as ever. It had been a very long time since our last night together, with work on both ends keeping us busy. I leaned in closer, fluttering my eyes slowly before closing them. I heard his breath hitch and knew the unstoppable I don't even want to stop was about to come.
"We need to save the sea lions."
Author/Artist: seriousbag
Character/Pairing: Lola/Connor
Fandom: Original
Theme: 63. laugh
Lola
Connor
“I told you I was good to drive.”
“Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passenger’s seat and steered with a paper plate.”
©My Name Is Earl
11PM '10
After this night I had to pretty much be the best girlfriend in all the history of girlfriends. Or maybe I’ve turned into a dumb fuck too in love to realize how much time I’m really wasting. My boyfriends of three years, Connor, is piss drunk next to me talking about all the things he loves about me. From my birth mark on my butt to the little freckles sprayed across my face, the little things make my eyes roll but smile none the less. This isn't the first time this has happened, but the sad thing is that I'm starting to get used to it.
I think he fell asleep as I pulled into the parking lot that led to our apartment complex. The soft buzzing as I shut my car down woke him back up and he looked up at me with surprisingly solemn eyes.
"Do I make you laugh, Lo'? It was a weird thing to say, and given his current situation, she knew not to take anything he said seriously.
"Mmhmm, Connor. You know you do." He didn't say anything after that, and they walked to their door in silence. I reached in my pocket to get my key when I was suddenly pushed against the wall, Connor's breath was hot against mine and the smell of alcohol was blunt. "Lola..."
"Yes?" I gulped, my nerves on fire. Even drunk off his rocker, my boyfriend could be as sensual as ever. It had been a very long time since our last night together, with work on both ends keeping us busy. I leaned in closer, fluttering my eyes slowly before closing them. I heard his breath hitch and knew the unstoppable I don't even want to stop was about to come.
"We need to save the sea lions."