last two periodic table entries
title: if you want to make sense don't look at me (i'm no good at math)
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): alex/juliet
rating: pg13
word count: 248
prompt: calcium for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 29/30)
spoilers: s4; AU
summary: sometimes alex has a little trouble keeping her mouth shut.
Hi, I’m Alex and I’m an idiot.
It’s not that you’re exactly unintelligent, though Ben’s old calculus textbook sometimes makes you wonder, but your forehead has a close personal relationship with the flat your palm for a reason. Your problem? Is that your mouth gets ahead of you, forming words that haven’t been approved by your brain.
So when you let it slip to the town gossip that maybe you’re a little gay, it’s really nothing new.
You won’t say Juliet is your mentor, because that just adds a creepy edge to your whole affair. Hah! Affair. Makes it sound so mysterious and torrid but, no, really, you have a pretty normal relationship. Except for all the hushed moans and sneaking around and don’t tell Dad. Sure, she’s a little older… okay, a lot older, but it’s the maturity of the people that really counts, right? And you still kiss like normal couples, laugh together and cry together and share stories that you’d never told anyone else. So what if she’s celebrating her thirty-third birthday next week and you’re eighteen… and a half. But you balance each other. She’s wiser, navigates you away from your poorer decisions, and you keep her from getting too mud-stuck and proper.
She suggests that maybe you shouldn’t pierce your own nose. You take her to a clearing just outside the village to play Frisbee and get dirty. See? Balance. You’re the cookies; she’s the milk.
The others will just have to deal.
title: i don't struggle in your web (it was my aim to be caught)
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): juliet/sun
rating: pg13
word count: 175
prompt: nitrogen for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 30/30)
spoilers: none
summary: her hands are ice on your stomach.
Her hands are ice on your stomach. You rest yours overtop, warming them and pressing her closer.
Your fingers intertwine like they’re missing puzzle pieces.
-
Her office is painted in lush browns, splashes of bright blue and gold.
She crosses her legs under her desk, smoothes a hand down her thigh, and you pretend that you don’t notice, that you’re not so in tune with her every movement that you can hear her heart beat.
She does. You can feel her pulse as she kisses you next to the cryotubes.
-
This is wrong, you think, you can’t go through with this. She’s met your husband. She’s supposed to be your doctor.
But you also believe in fate. And it could only be destiny that sparks in your fingertips when you grip her waist.
-
She leaves her husband. Moves to Miami. Waits for you.
You stand at the gate, eyes locked on the clock and a ticket for a connecting flight to Florida tucked inside your bag.
Your step hesitates over reflective linoleum.
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): alex/juliet
rating: pg13
word count: 248
prompt: calcium for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 29/30)
spoilers: s4; AU
summary: sometimes alex has a little trouble keeping her mouth shut.
Hi, I’m Alex and I’m an idiot.
It’s not that you’re exactly unintelligent, though Ben’s old calculus textbook sometimes makes you wonder, but your forehead has a close personal relationship with the flat your palm for a reason. Your problem? Is that your mouth gets ahead of you, forming words that haven’t been approved by your brain.
So when you let it slip to the town gossip that maybe you’re a little gay, it’s really nothing new.
You won’t say Juliet is your mentor, because that just adds a creepy edge to your whole affair. Hah! Affair. Makes it sound so mysterious and torrid but, no, really, you have a pretty normal relationship. Except for all the hushed moans and sneaking around and don’t tell Dad. Sure, she’s a little older… okay, a lot older, but it’s the maturity of the people that really counts, right? And you still kiss like normal couples, laugh together and cry together and share stories that you’d never told anyone else. So what if she’s celebrating her thirty-third birthday next week and you’re eighteen… and a half. But you balance each other. She’s wiser, navigates you away from your poorer decisions, and you keep her from getting too mud-stuck and proper.
She suggests that maybe you shouldn’t pierce your own nose. You take her to a clearing just outside the village to play Frisbee and get dirty. See? Balance. You’re the cookies; she’s the milk.
The others will just have to deal.
title: i don't struggle in your web (it was my aim to be caught)
fandom: lost
character(s)/pairing(s): juliet/sun
rating: pg13
word count: 175
prompt: nitrogen for femslash100's periodic table challenge (progress 30/30)
spoilers: none
summary: her hands are ice on your stomach.
Her hands are ice on your stomach. You rest yours overtop, warming them and pressing her closer.
Your fingers intertwine like they’re missing puzzle pieces.
-
Her office is painted in lush browns, splashes of bright blue and gold.
She crosses her legs under her desk, smoothes a hand down her thigh, and you pretend that you don’t notice, that you’re not so in tune with her every movement that you can hear her heart beat.
She does. You can feel her pulse as she kisses you next to the cryotubes.
-
This is wrong, you think, you can’t go through with this. She’s met your husband. She’s supposed to be your doctor.
But you also believe in fate. And it could only be destiny that sparks in your fingertips when you grip her waist.
-
She leaves her husband. Moves to Miami. Waits for you.
You stand at the gate, eyes locked on the clock and a ticket for a connecting flight to Florida tucked inside your bag.
Your step hesitates over reflective linoleum.