Rainbow Series [2/6]
Tittle: Orange is for playfulness.
Author: Sally
Pairing(s): Vam.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The entire series is based on color psychology. I took the colors of the rainbow and attached them to a emotion or theme they're most often associated with.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. Sadly, I only own the idea and plot.
A/N: I couldn't really think of anything for orange so I used playfulness. Everything else associated to orange was kinda difficult to write about.
Bam's POV
Once again I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. If you spot one tell me and I'll fix it.
Red is for anger.
I laughed hysterically as a certain green eyed, brown haired beauty let out a girlish squeal as I slung him over my shoulder.
“Let me down, Bam-Bam!” His fists pounded firmly on my back, but not nearly hard enough for it to hurt.
“Never!” I thrust the sliding door open and sprinted to the edge of the pool all the while grinning like a fool.
I lifted the slender singer off of my shoulder and dumped him into the chilly water. The minute his body broke the surface he started to fail and scream like a girl scout confronted by a coyote. I dove in after him and the second my finger tips touched I understood why he made such a huge deal of it.
“Oh my god, Bam. I feel like I’m going to die of hypothermia.” I could see the hairs standing up on his forearms and the goose bumps beginning to form.
“I didn’t know it was this cold.” My teeth chattered as I spoke and my body shivered uncontrollably.
“It’s in the middle of fucking January, Bam!” He rolled his eyes and followed my wet form as we rushed to get out of the freezing cold water and into the warmth of my castle.
As we took our agonizingly slow steps toward the warmth I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. My breath caught in my throat when my brain registered that it was his hands resting on my hips and his chest pressed against mine.
“I need warmth, Bammie.” I could feel the vibrations of his deep voice as he whined like a child.
I shivered, but not from the freezing temperature.
“See. You do, too.” He tightened his embrace and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
I gasped slightly and returned the embrace.
“Y-your nose is cold, Willa. We should get you inside.” I cleared my throat nervously and attempted to open the door with numb hands.
“But what if I like it out here?”
Orange is for playfulness.
Author: Sally
Pairing(s): Vam.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The entire series is based on color psychology. I took the colors of the rainbow and attached them to a emotion or theme they're most often associated with.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. Sadly, I only own the idea and plot.
A/N: I couldn't really think of anything for orange so I used playfulness. Everything else associated to orange was kinda difficult to write about.
Bam's POV
Once again I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. If you spot one tell me and I'll fix it.
Red is for anger.
I laughed hysterically as a certain green eyed, brown haired beauty let out a girlish squeal as I slung him over my shoulder.
“Let me down, Bam-Bam!” His fists pounded firmly on my back, but not nearly hard enough for it to hurt.
“Never!” I thrust the sliding door open and sprinted to the edge of the pool all the while grinning like a fool.
I lifted the slender singer off of my shoulder and dumped him into the chilly water. The minute his body broke the surface he started to fail and scream like a girl scout confronted by a coyote. I dove in after him and the second my finger tips touched I understood why he made such a huge deal of it.
“Oh my god, Bam. I feel like I’m going to die of hypothermia.” I could see the hairs standing up on his forearms and the goose bumps beginning to form.
“I didn’t know it was this cold.” My teeth chattered as I spoke and my body shivered uncontrollably.
“It’s in the middle of fucking January, Bam!” He rolled his eyes and followed my wet form as we rushed to get out of the freezing cold water and into the warmth of my castle.
As we took our agonizingly slow steps toward the warmth I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. My breath caught in my throat when my brain registered that it was his hands resting on my hips and his chest pressed against mine.
“I need warmth, Bammie.” I could feel the vibrations of his deep voice as he whined like a child.
I shivered, but not from the freezing temperature.
“See. You do, too.” He tightened his embrace and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
I gasped slightly and returned the embrace.
“Y-your nose is cold, Willa. We should get you inside.” I cleared my throat nervously and attempted to open the door with numb hands.
“But what if I like it out here?”
Orange is for playfulness.