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Next part of the GGAU should be up tomorrow. It would have been up today but I decided to go to my friend's house and steal her ice cream. So... yeah.
In the meantime, here is something short and stupid for my bb astoria_potter because she made me read The Hunger Games and... yeah. I really have no excuse for this other than the fact that I love Johanna and her inappropriateness.
Gale is in the process of being plucked, prodded, and generally assaulted by his stylists when she first shows up.
“Don’t mind me, sugar,” she announces, sliding into a chair across from him and leering. “You just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He scowls at her and tries to angle away, only to be batted back into place by the purple-haired woman at his elbow. He’s not ashamed of nudity, at least not as much as Katniss, but he had never felt this much like a slab of meat on display before. Johanna senses his discomfort and her lips curl into a satisfied grin. “What’s the matter, gorgeous? Shy? Don’t be, you’ve no cause to.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks, hoping to distract her from her current self-assigned task of surveying his naked form. “Thought they would have sent you back to Seven or something.”
Unfortunately, she can multitask. “Oh, apparently I’m not stable enough to do anything yet,” she says breezily. Gale, privately, can only agree. “So I thought I might come out here. See the,” she pauses, with a pointed flick of her eyes, and his embarrassment returns with full force. “Sights.”
“Yeah, well, some of us have work to do, you know,” he snaps irritably.
“That blows.” She seems unaffected by his hostility. “I mean, I could sit around and ogle you all day if I wanted.” She tilts her head and smiles lazily. “I’ve had my fill of the front for now. Think you could turn around?”
Gale can only let out a surprised laugh. “You are ridiculous. How did you even get in here?”
“Easy,” she says, batting her lashes. “Told them I was your girlfriend, didn’t I?”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course you did.”
“Oh, honey, call me whatever you like,” she sinks deeper into the chair, looking like the cat that got the canary. “Just don’t call me predictable.”
“I don’t think anyone could accuse you of that.” They’re finally giving him the damn clothes, and he slides them on at a calculated speed to show the least amount of anxiety while at the same time getting them on as quickly as possible.
“Aw, show’s over too soon,” she pouts. She leaps gracefully to her feet and walks right up to him, positively purring. “Well. See you around, handsome.”
He watches her leave. Or, more accurately, watches her ass leave. She’s not the only one who can ogle, after all.
See y'all tomorrow.
In the meantime, here is something short and stupid for my bb astoria_potter because she made me read The Hunger Games and... yeah. I really have no excuse for this other than the fact that I love Johanna and her inappropriateness.
Gale is in the process of being plucked, prodded, and generally assaulted by his stylists when she first shows up.
“Don’t mind me, sugar,” she announces, sliding into a chair across from him and leering. “You just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He scowls at her and tries to angle away, only to be batted back into place by the purple-haired woman at his elbow. He’s not ashamed of nudity, at least not as much as Katniss, but he had never felt this much like a slab of meat on display before. Johanna senses his discomfort and her lips curl into a satisfied grin. “What’s the matter, gorgeous? Shy? Don’t be, you’ve no cause to.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks, hoping to distract her from her current self-assigned task of surveying his naked form. “Thought they would have sent you back to Seven or something.”
Unfortunately, she can multitask. “Oh, apparently I’m not stable enough to do anything yet,” she says breezily. Gale, privately, can only agree. “So I thought I might come out here. See the,” she pauses, with a pointed flick of her eyes, and his embarrassment returns with full force. “Sights.”
“Yeah, well, some of us have work to do, you know,” he snaps irritably.
“That blows.” She seems unaffected by his hostility. “I mean, I could sit around and ogle you all day if I wanted.” She tilts her head and smiles lazily. “I’ve had my fill of the front for now. Think you could turn around?”
Gale can only let out a surprised laugh. “You are ridiculous. How did you even get in here?”
“Easy,” she says, batting her lashes. “Told them I was your girlfriend, didn’t I?”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course you did.”
“Oh, honey, call me whatever you like,” she sinks deeper into the chair, looking like the cat that got the canary. “Just don’t call me predictable.”
“I don’t think anyone could accuse you of that.” They’re finally giving him the damn clothes, and he slides them on at a calculated speed to show the least amount of anxiety while at the same time getting them on as quickly as possible.
“Aw, show’s over too soon,” she pouts. She leaps gracefully to her feet and walks right up to him, positively purring. “Well. See you around, handsome.”
He watches her leave. Or, more accurately, watches her ass leave. She’s not the only one who can ogle, after all.
See y'all tomorrow.