3 lost_land Challenge Drabbles (Cindy/Lennon, PG-13)
Title: let's lay these bones to rest
Author: cloudytea
Characters/Parings: Cindy/Lennon, flash-sideways.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Floods of colors invade her mind's eye. For lost_land's prompt, Remember. 100 words.
I remember sunrises, she whispers against his lips, fingertips delicately tracing his jawline. Floods of colors invade her mind’s eye, mixtures of reds and yellows peaking over towering treetops.
He says nothing, but his palms continue their vast trek along the curves of her body (every peak, every crevasse, every petty scar), unlocking memories that had been buried along with him.
Lennon wants to say he remembers sunsets, the frightened hopelessness in her eyes, the slash of a knife against his throat. But he doesn’t.
Hands fasten tightly around her hips -- he won’t let her go. Not this time.
Title: but my hands were tied to the sky
Author: cloudytea
Characters/Parings: Cindy/Lennon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Crude rope digs into her cheek. For lost_land's prompt, Cage. 100 words.
I told you, he says for the umpteenth time, not to touch that damn doll.
Crude rope digs into Cindy’s cheek, creating burning red gashes. She pushes her forehead into the crook of his neck, doing her best to avoid anymore pain. I’m sorry, but I didn’t hear a word from you until I was being tackled. She sighs and tries to ignore the thunder crackling overhead. Calm down, someone will come looking for us --
A raindrop splatters onto her cheek and she sighs. I’m sorry I picked up the doll.
Lennon shrugs. I’m not. And he kisses her.
Title: save your tears for someone good
Author: cloudytea
Characters/Parings: Cindy/Lennon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lips are forceful, frantic. For lost_land's prompt, Help. 100 words.
Stale beer stains her breath as she tugs at his trousers, his shirt, his hands. Lips are forceful, frantic. Nails claw into his chest, rakes down his arms, sinking into his palms. She begs.
But he doesn’t.
And he won’t.
And in the morning, he’ll hold back her hair as she retches her stomach contents and she’ll bury her face into his neck, murmuring a thank you (a double meaning) as he combs fingers through messy curls and she’ll fight tears of embarrassment.
He knows that he would do anything to have her -- but for now, this is enough.
Author: cloudytea
Characters/Parings: Cindy/Lennon, flash-sideways.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Floods of colors invade her mind's eye. For lost_land's prompt, Remember. 100 words.
I remember sunrises, she whispers against his lips, fingertips delicately tracing his jawline. Floods of colors invade her mind’s eye, mixtures of reds and yellows peaking over towering treetops.
He says nothing, but his palms continue their vast trek along the curves of her body (every peak, every crevasse, every petty scar), unlocking memories that had been buried along with him.
Lennon wants to say he remembers sunsets, the frightened hopelessness in her eyes, the slash of a knife against his throat. But he doesn’t.
Hands fasten tightly around her hips -- he won’t let her go. Not this time.
Title: but my hands were tied to the sky
Author: cloudytea
Characters/Parings: Cindy/Lennon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Crude rope digs into her cheek. For lost_land's prompt, Cage. 100 words.
I told you, he says for the umpteenth time, not to touch that damn doll.
Crude rope digs into Cindy’s cheek, creating burning red gashes. She pushes her forehead into the crook of his neck, doing her best to avoid anymore pain. I’m sorry, but I didn’t hear a word from you until I was being tackled. She sighs and tries to ignore the thunder crackling overhead. Calm down, someone will come looking for us --
A raindrop splatters onto her cheek and she sighs. I’m sorry I picked up the doll.
Lennon shrugs. I’m not. And he kisses her.
Title: save your tears for someone good
Author: cloudytea
Characters/Parings: Cindy/Lennon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lips are forceful, frantic. For lost_land's prompt, Help. 100 words.
Stale beer stains her breath as she tugs at his trousers, his shirt, his hands. Lips are forceful, frantic. Nails claw into his chest, rakes down his arms, sinking into his palms. She begs.
But he doesn’t.
And he won’t.
And in the morning, he’ll hold back her hair as she retches her stomach contents and she’ll bury her face into his neck, murmuring a thank you (a double meaning) as he combs fingers through messy curls and she’ll fight tears of embarrassment.
He knows that he would do anything to have her -- but for now, this is enough.