Yeah, I Wrote It. I Might Deny it Later, Though
-Quick Notes:
Okay! So this is (actually just a part of) the Neil and Bianca story. I can't believe I actually wrote it... But yeah! I did. It doesn't have much of a plot, really, and I haven't developed anything very far. But yeah. Bianca Carter and Neil Swanson. Here they are.
Written 16 July 2007
He stopped writing and looked up. "What is it, Carter?"
She looked down and nervously wrung her hands. She seemed almost reluctant to come to the point. "I was... wondering..."
"What, Carter?" he asked irritably. "I'm trying to work, and I have no patience for someone who's just going to stand here in a stupid daze."
She gulped down a breath of air for courage. "Were you serious about what you said? About what I'd have to do to... improve my grade?"
His pen dropped and after a moment of shock, he stood. "No! Carter, what the hell are you thinking? Serious? I only said it because I knew that you'd refuse and I wanted you to leave me alone about the damn grade. My position could be jeopardized if someone even hears that I jokingly suggested it. I would never - "
"But professor, you said it was the only way! And I have to keep my grade up; I cannot fail. I... I can't even have that 'C'. I have to keep my GPA or I'll lose my scholarship. I'm desperate; I can not let that happen."
"Does it matter that much, Carter? You can pull the grade up - all they'll do is put you on probation."
"You don't understand. My family... Well, they didn't exactly support my decision to attend college here. If something happens or I screw up - even just getting put on probation - my mother may decide that I can't handle it and make me come home."
Professor Swanson looked at her with something akin to disgust. "Can't handle it? Either your mother's wildly over-protective or you are an absolute idiot."
"No, it's... it's not that. They need me at home, you see. My mother has health problems and needs to be looked after. My middle sister just had a son and needs someone to baby-sit."
What about the other one of you? Having a baby at seventeen, offering to sleep with a professor; clearly, being a whore runs in the family."
Bianca's face turned bright red with shame. "D-don't say that. Maybe about me, but not about them."
"Why are you defeding them? It sounded like your life at home was hell. Oh, but Saint... whatever the hell your first name is - always helping, never complaining."
"I knew how bad it was. That's why I came her. I... I ran away."
He sighed. "And now you're ready to anything not to go back. Damn it, Carter, there's nothing I can do. You - whatever the reason - got a 'C' and now you're going to have to deal with it."
She seemed close to tears. "Professor Swanson, please. I know you're not a particularly moral man, so you can't claim that's what's stopping you. And if it's about your job, then we can keep it a secret. We can see each other outside of school, at some hotel or something. And if we arrive and leave at different times, even someone who recognizes one of us won't know."
For a long moment he was silent, thinking over what she had said. "Every instinct I have is telling me to say no," he told her sternly. "And frankly, it's a stupid, dangerous idea."
"I know. This is so demeaning for me, professor - but I was desperate and it was all I could think to offer. I have no money. Please. Please."
The air was heavy, and her expectant, hopeful waiting threatened to smother them both. "Fine. What the hell? If we get caught, it's your ass, too, so I know you'll be careful. Besides, it's just sex." He sighed. "Carter, you have a deal."
She breathed a soft, soft sigh of relief. "Thank you. - so, so much."
And there you have it! My first bit of Neil/Bianca. How adorable they are. He cracks me up, really, because he's so incredibly my type of guy. Heh. Okay, I'm done for now. ^_^
-HJ
Okay! So this is (actually just a part of) the Neil and Bianca story. I can't believe I actually wrote it... But yeah! I did. It doesn't have much of a plot, really, and I haven't developed anything very far. But yeah. Bianca Carter and Neil Swanson. Here they are.
Written 16 July 2007
He stopped writing and looked up. "What is it, Carter?"
She looked down and nervously wrung her hands. She seemed almost reluctant to come to the point. "I was... wondering..."
"What, Carter?" he asked irritably. "I'm trying to work, and I have no patience for someone who's just going to stand here in a stupid daze."
She gulped down a breath of air for courage. "Were you serious about what you said? About what I'd have to do to... improve my grade?"
His pen dropped and after a moment of shock, he stood. "No! Carter, what the hell are you thinking? Serious? I only said it because I knew that you'd refuse and I wanted you to leave me alone about the damn grade. My position could be jeopardized if someone even hears that I jokingly suggested it. I would never - "
"But professor, you said it was the only way! And I have to keep my grade up; I cannot fail. I... I can't even have that 'C'. I have to keep my GPA or I'll lose my scholarship. I'm desperate; I can not let that happen."
"Does it matter that much, Carter? You can pull the grade up - all they'll do is put you on probation."
"You don't understand. My family... Well, they didn't exactly support my decision to attend college here. If something happens or I screw up - even just getting put on probation - my mother may decide that I can't handle it and make me come home."
Professor Swanson looked at her with something akin to disgust. "Can't handle it? Either your mother's wildly over-protective or you are an absolute idiot."
"No, it's... it's not that. They need me at home, you see. My mother has health problems and needs to be looked after. My middle sister just had a son and needs someone to baby-sit."
What about the other one of you? Having a baby at seventeen, offering to sleep with a professor; clearly, being a whore runs in the family."
Bianca's face turned bright red with shame. "D-don't say that. Maybe about me, but not about them."
"Why are you defeding them? It sounded like your life at home was hell. Oh, but Saint... whatever the hell your first name is - always helping, never complaining."
"I knew how bad it was. That's why I came her. I... I ran away."
He sighed. "And now you're ready to anything not to go back. Damn it, Carter, there's nothing I can do. You - whatever the reason - got a 'C' and now you're going to have to deal with it."
She seemed close to tears. "Professor Swanson, please. I know you're not a particularly moral man, so you can't claim that's what's stopping you. And if it's about your job, then we can keep it a secret. We can see each other outside of school, at some hotel or something. And if we arrive and leave at different times, even someone who recognizes one of us won't know."
For a long moment he was silent, thinking over what she had said. "Every instinct I have is telling me to say no," he told her sternly. "And frankly, it's a stupid, dangerous idea."
"I know. This is so demeaning for me, professor - but I was desperate and it was all I could think to offer. I have no money. Please. Please."
The air was heavy, and her expectant, hopeful waiting threatened to smother them both. "Fine. What the hell? If we get caught, it's your ass, too, so I know you'll be careful. Besides, it's just sex." He sighed. "Carter, you have a deal."
She breathed a soft, soft sigh of relief. "Thank you. - so, so much."
And there you have it! My first bit of Neil/Bianca. How adorable they are. He cracks me up, really, because he's so incredibly my type of guy. Heh. Okay, I'm done for now. ^_^
-HJ