forgive me for the salt in your bed (karen/starla) pg
title: forgive me for the salt in your bed
fandom: lost/the office
character(s)/pairing(s): karen (the office)/starla (lost)
rating: pg
word count: 249
prompt: sodium for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 27/30)
spoilers: none
summary: their first date is in a greasy diner off the highway, just outside of their little college town, and they play table-hockey with salt-n-pepper shakers and sugar packets, trying to out-sing the jukebox.
They meet over grooved black plastic and bond between aisles of record sleeves over obscure or foreign bands. Pager numbers are exchanged along with invitations for coffee.
Their first date is in a greasy diner off the highway, just outside of their little college town, and they play table-hockey with salt-n-pepper shakers and sugar packets, trying to out-sing the jukebox. Karen eats Starla’s pickle; Starla steals some of her fries in return. It’s all very socialist.
They listen to Radiohead on repeat, mostly because they love it but also because it’s stuck in the tape player in Karen’s well-loved Nissan. Their shared Calculus class is spent passing juvenile notes on lined paper, the content approximately half-silly and half-smutty. They both fail the midterm, giggling as they slip sexual innuendos into their bullshitted essays.
They avoid talking about the future; they know without explicit discussion that this isn’t long term and, like growing old, talking won’t stop it.
January is a rough month. Graduation is coming, fast, and the chill of winter hasn’t abated, leaving them bitter with cold and frantic from the ticking of time. But spring arrives early and they sigh, acceptance and optimism filling the holes in their chests. The timing sucks, but they’ll be okay.
The end is quiet. Civil. They make promises to stay in touch that they’ll never keep and part ways after a soft, bittersweet kiss, tears unshed.
Karen heads north, towards New York, and Starla hops a train west, straight to California.
fandom: lost/the office
character(s)/pairing(s): karen (the office)/starla (lost)
rating: pg
word count: 249
prompt: sodium for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 27/30)
spoilers: none
summary: their first date is in a greasy diner off the highway, just outside of their little college town, and they play table-hockey with salt-n-pepper shakers and sugar packets, trying to out-sing the jukebox.
They meet over grooved black plastic and bond between aisles of record sleeves over obscure or foreign bands. Pager numbers are exchanged along with invitations for coffee.
Their first date is in a greasy diner off the highway, just outside of their little college town, and they play table-hockey with salt-n-pepper shakers and sugar packets, trying to out-sing the jukebox. Karen eats Starla’s pickle; Starla steals some of her fries in return. It’s all very socialist.
They listen to Radiohead on repeat, mostly because they love it but also because it’s stuck in the tape player in Karen’s well-loved Nissan. Their shared Calculus class is spent passing juvenile notes on lined paper, the content approximately half-silly and half-smutty. They both fail the midterm, giggling as they slip sexual innuendos into their bullshitted essays.
They avoid talking about the future; they know without explicit discussion that this isn’t long term and, like growing old, talking won’t stop it.
January is a rough month. Graduation is coming, fast, and the chill of winter hasn’t abated, leaving them bitter with cold and frantic from the ticking of time. But spring arrives early and they sigh, acceptance and optimism filling the holes in their chests. The timing sucks, but they’ll be okay.
The end is quiet. Civil. They make promises to stay in touch that they’ll never keep and part ways after a soft, bittersweet kiss, tears unshed.
Karen heads north, towards New York, and Starla hops a train west, straight to California.