Jeff and Annie's Page-a-Day Calendar (16/?)
Hi again :)
So I finally got an author tag, and I started to go back through all my posts in Milady/Milord to tag them with it, but then I got lazy. So I may go back to find them all eventually, but for now, if you're looking for any of my drabbles, just come here, to my journal - The only other thing I have posted here is one other fic for another fandom.
Peace and Love,
~ Moosey ~
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Annie gently wiped at the condensation on the mirror with the side of one fist, clearing a small patch free of the steam as she opened her towel to examine herself. It was something she had done quite often, once - standing naked before her reflection to evaluate every aspect of her form, mentally assigning ratings to various body parts at the will of her critical eye. She had not relied on the habit much since she and Jeff became a couple, more easily mustering and retaining her own self-confidence. Yet she did relapse on occasion. Jeffrey Winger was not a man to go after a girl for her brains…So he had to see some redeeming qualities in his own realm of interest.
Was it her breasts? She’d been self-conscious of them for years, padding her bra for cheerleading practice. A crumpled tissue had fallen out once when she’d bent to pick up the books Daniel Teller had knocked off her desk on his way to the board in math class. Everyone had laughed as she clumsily brought the tissue up to blow her nose, her bright red face fooling noone. But, she had to admit…With her acne gone and her weight under control, her chest had filled out in a way that seemed to attract many appraising glances from the male population.
It could be her legs. She’d always found them to be a bit stubby and bowed, and her dark hair and pale complexion made for an embarrassing stubble that grew back much too quickly. She wore tights to hide them, and short skirts to make them appear longer. And sometimes it seemed to work. When guys weren’t staring at her boobs, she had noticed their necks craning just a bit to get a peek further down.
Or maybe it was that Jeff had some weird fetish… He could be into arms, or feet, or maybe he liked her back?
She sighed, furrowing her brow as she turned to face the wall, her head peering back over her shoulder as she appraised the view in the reflection. Her eyes dropped lower to take a quick peak at what she considered to be a rather large rear end, and she sighed in disgust and self-loathing. She turned forward again, staring helplessly ahead.
“You’re beautiful,” he said from the doorway, his voice laced with sleep, and his hair - well, actually a bit more kempt than his usual “bed head”. Huh.
But she smiled, genuinely - though it was small - because she knew what he had said meant more than just a number on a scorecard in a long line of hot, vacuous women. Because for whatever reason, he loved her, every bit of her. And she’d take it.
So I finally got an author tag, and I started to go back through all my posts in Milady/Milord to tag them with it, but then I got lazy. So I may go back to find them all eventually, but for now, if you're looking for any of my drabbles, just come here, to my journal - The only other thing I have posted here is one other fic for another fandom.
Peace and Love,
~ Moosey ~
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Annie gently wiped at the condensation on the mirror with the side of one fist, clearing a small patch free of the steam as she opened her towel to examine herself. It was something she had done quite often, once - standing naked before her reflection to evaluate every aspect of her form, mentally assigning ratings to various body parts at the will of her critical eye. She had not relied on the habit much since she and Jeff became a couple, more easily mustering and retaining her own self-confidence. Yet she did relapse on occasion. Jeffrey Winger was not a man to go after a girl for her brains…So he had to see some redeeming qualities in his own realm of interest.
Was it her breasts? She’d been self-conscious of them for years, padding her bra for cheerleading practice. A crumpled tissue had fallen out once when she’d bent to pick up the books Daniel Teller had knocked off her desk on his way to the board in math class. Everyone had laughed as she clumsily brought the tissue up to blow her nose, her bright red face fooling noone. But, she had to admit…With her acne gone and her weight under control, her chest had filled out in a way that seemed to attract many appraising glances from the male population.
It could be her legs. She’d always found them to be a bit stubby and bowed, and her dark hair and pale complexion made for an embarrassing stubble that grew back much too quickly. She wore tights to hide them, and short skirts to make them appear longer. And sometimes it seemed to work. When guys weren’t staring at her boobs, she had noticed their necks craning just a bit to get a peek further down.
Or maybe it was that Jeff had some weird fetish… He could be into arms, or feet, or maybe he liked her back?
She sighed, furrowing her brow as she turned to face the wall, her head peering back over her shoulder as she appraised the view in the reflection. Her eyes dropped lower to take a quick peak at what she considered to be a rather large rear end, and she sighed in disgust and self-loathing. She turned forward again, staring helplessly ahead.
“You’re beautiful,” he said from the doorway, his voice laced with sleep, and his hair - well, actually a bit more kempt than his usual “bed head”. Huh.
But she smiled, genuinely - though it was small - because she knew what he had said meant more than just a number on a scorecard in a long line of hot, vacuous women. Because for whatever reason, he loved her, every bit of her. And she’d take it.