Because the FYG inspiration never stops...
Oh my goodness, I wrote a *real* drabble! We're talking <200 words, y'all!
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Little Details (Andy/Sandra)
“I was a cheerleader, once,” she tells him.
Andy looks up from his humongous omelet. It’s Sunday morning, and he always cooks brunch after they come home from the early shift.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” She pokes at her hash browns. “A flier, actually.”
“What does that mean?” His mouth is full, and it comes out like: whash’at mm’n?”
“I was the one that got thrown around in stunts.” She dabs the side of her mouth with her napkin. “Top of the pyramid.”
Inexplicably, his face breaks out in a huge grin. “My girlfriend was a cheerleader.” He waggles his eyebrows. “That’s wicked hot. You still got your uniform?”
“No,” she admits. She thinks he’s going to ask why not, but the guy fantasy of the Sexpot Rah-Rah Girl has obviously distracted him. He mumbles cheerleader again, under his breath, and twists up a long strand of cheese on his fork, still smiling.
Her heart skips a beat, like she just gave away something major.
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As a side note, I've added "the Sylaire wall!sex club to my interests, and I think you should, too. It wasn't until I actually wrote some wall!sex that I began to look around and realize the preponderance of great fic that included it. I was telling freetheelves2that we really need a club. ::nods:: The more I think about it, the better it sounds, actually! :)
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Little Details (Andy/Sandra)
“I was a cheerleader, once,” she tells him.
Andy looks up from his humongous omelet. It’s Sunday morning, and he always cooks brunch after they come home from the early shift.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” She pokes at her hash browns. “A flier, actually.”
“What does that mean?” His mouth is full, and it comes out like: whash’at mm’n?”
“I was the one that got thrown around in stunts.” She dabs the side of her mouth with her napkin. “Top of the pyramid.”
Inexplicably, his face breaks out in a huge grin. “My girlfriend was a cheerleader.” He waggles his eyebrows. “That’s wicked hot. You still got your uniform?”
“No,” she admits. She thinks he’s going to ask why not, but the guy fantasy of the Sexpot Rah-Rah Girl has obviously distracted him. He mumbles cheerleader again, under his breath, and twists up a long strand of cheese on his fork, still smiling.
Her heart skips a beat, like she just gave away something major.
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As a side note, I've added "the Sylaire wall!sex club to my interests, and I think you should, too. It wasn't until I actually wrote some wall!sex that I began to look around and realize the preponderance of great fic that included it. I was telling freetheelves2that we really need a club. ::nods:: The more I think about it, the better it sounds, actually! :)