Memories
Title: Memories
Author: ardvari
Rating: PG
Pairing: Original (f/f)
Disclaimer: They're all mine. :)
A/N: If you've never been to the Pacific North West, you should go. It's inspiring. Thanks to princessklutz04 for the beta and the icon.
Memories
Jamie toed off her shoes, flopped down on the beach, and pushed her feet into the warm sand. The sun was just disappearing behind the trees on the cliff that stretched towards the water like an arm sheltering the beach.
Lindsay dropped down beside her, popping the cap off the bottle of beer they had brought with them to share. There was no point in taking two bottles, since Jamie was such a cheap drunk and they would have to navigate up the wooden stairs back to the house in darkness as it was.
Taking the first foamy sip, Lindsay swirled the liquid around with her tongue before swallowing it. She loved the slightly bitter, heavy taste. It tasted like hot summers in the city, like nights too warm for blankets. It was the kind of taste she associated with growing up in the Midwest. A taste that brought back the smell of canola and the sound of crickets singing under open bedroom windows.
“What do you think about when you drink beer?” Lindsay asked, passing the beer to Jamie.
The tide was out, only small waves breaking on the sand. Jamie didn’t answer for a while, taking small sips of the beer and listening to the waves and the seagulls overhead. She tasted the beer the way someone else would taste wine, exploring the flavor to make out the images that rose up as she swallowed.
“College. Grass. Baseball,” she replied, thinking back on East Coast summers spent in parks, lounging in the grass next to the duck pond. Listening to the baseball broadcast out of an open car window, taking swigs of stale, warm beer and drags from someone’s menthol cigarette.
Lindsay chuckled, grabbing the beer back and taking another swig. Maybe her memories would be replaced by the image of her and Jamie sharing beer on the beach, the way she hoped Jamie would be in every memory she had.
The sky turned a bright orange with pink at the edges, and the water turned dark blue… the kind of blue artists called midnight blue, a blue that was almost black. The wind picked up a bit and soon the fog would start rolling in, wisps of it already lingering close to the ground. It hovered ghost-like around the big rocks strewn on the beach, caressing the driftwood as it passed by.
Jamie shivered involuntarily, remembering that it wasn’t quite summer yet and that the nights got cold. So far this was still their beach, undisturbed and quiet, before the local kids came in the summer to go for swims and make bonfires. The fire pit was already there, a few stones missing, carried away by the water during a winter storm. She looked forward to warm summer nights, even though that would mean sharing the beach and the sunsets and possibly a case of beer.
“Let’s go back up. I’m starting to get cold,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss against the edge of Lindsay’s mouth.
Dusting the sand off their jeans, they pulled open the rickety gate that kept beach visitors off the stairs leading to the house and climbed up the stairs. Jamie was barefoot, memorizing how exactly the wood felt against her feet while she climbed, holding on to Lindsay’s warm hand.
Author: ardvari
Rating: PG
Pairing: Original (f/f)
Disclaimer: They're all mine. :)
A/N: If you've never been to the Pacific North West, you should go. It's inspiring. Thanks to princessklutz04 for the beta and the icon.
Memories
Jamie toed off her shoes, flopped down on the beach, and pushed her feet into the warm sand. The sun was just disappearing behind the trees on the cliff that stretched towards the water like an arm sheltering the beach.
Lindsay dropped down beside her, popping the cap off the bottle of beer they had brought with them to share. There was no point in taking two bottles, since Jamie was such a cheap drunk and they would have to navigate up the wooden stairs back to the house in darkness as it was.
Taking the first foamy sip, Lindsay swirled the liquid around with her tongue before swallowing it. She loved the slightly bitter, heavy taste. It tasted like hot summers in the city, like nights too warm for blankets. It was the kind of taste she associated with growing up in the Midwest. A taste that brought back the smell of canola and the sound of crickets singing under open bedroom windows.
“What do you think about when you drink beer?” Lindsay asked, passing the beer to Jamie.
The tide was out, only small waves breaking on the sand. Jamie didn’t answer for a while, taking small sips of the beer and listening to the waves and the seagulls overhead. She tasted the beer the way someone else would taste wine, exploring the flavor to make out the images that rose up as she swallowed.
“College. Grass. Baseball,” she replied, thinking back on East Coast summers spent in parks, lounging in the grass next to the duck pond. Listening to the baseball broadcast out of an open car window, taking swigs of stale, warm beer and drags from someone’s menthol cigarette.
Lindsay chuckled, grabbing the beer back and taking another swig. Maybe her memories would be replaced by the image of her and Jamie sharing beer on the beach, the way she hoped Jamie would be in every memory she had.
The sky turned a bright orange with pink at the edges, and the water turned dark blue… the kind of blue artists called midnight blue, a blue that was almost black. The wind picked up a bit and soon the fog would start rolling in, wisps of it already lingering close to the ground. It hovered ghost-like around the big rocks strewn on the beach, caressing the driftwood as it passed by.
Jamie shivered involuntarily, remembering that it wasn’t quite summer yet and that the nights got cold. So far this was still their beach, undisturbed and quiet, before the local kids came in the summer to go for swims and make bonfires. The fire pit was already there, a few stones missing, carried away by the water during a winter storm. She looked forward to warm summer nights, even though that would mean sharing the beach and the sunsets and possibly a case of beer.
“Let’s go back up. I’m starting to get cold,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss against the edge of Lindsay’s mouth.
Dusting the sand off their jeans, they pulled open the rickety gate that kept beach visitors off the stairs leading to the house and climbed up the stairs. Jamie was barefoot, memorizing how exactly the wood felt against her feet while she climbed, holding on to Lindsay’s warm hand.