Pulp Romance
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Stacey and Dale Yorkes
Prompt: Romance
Notes: Lover100 Challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey likes bodice rippers.
001: Romance
She jumped when she noticed him. Hanging over her shoulder. Reading her book. Playing with her hair.
"I’ll never understand why you read those things," he sighed.
She took a swing at him. "Probably because you never rip my bodice off."
He turned her head toward him and very seriously asked, "Would you like me to?"
The look in his eyes made her shudder. She gaped up at him for a long, long moment, unable to quite formulate an answer.
"I, I…"
He snorted and released her, then returned to his original position draped over the back of the couch. She narrowed her eyes and shoved her nose back in her book.
"They all go on the same lines, you know," he complained. "I’d think you’d get tired of them."
"The fact that you know how they go tells me exactly how much you’ve been reading over my shoulder since we landed in this hellhole."
He kissed the side of her head and twirled a lock of hair around a finger. "What can I say? The pirate novels intrigue me."
She smirked.
"Stacey."
"Hm?"
"Nevermind."
She shook her head and let it go. The sound of running feet made both of them look up. Gert launched herself at Dale’s leg and held on.
"Hello, precious," he said, bending down to pick her up.
Stacey judiciously hid the book on a high shelf before coming back to greet their daughter, herself.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Stacey and Dale Yorkes
Prompt: Romance
Notes: Lover100 Challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey likes bodice rippers.
001: Romance
She jumped when she noticed him. Hanging over her shoulder. Reading her book. Playing with her hair.
"I’ll never understand why you read those things," he sighed.
She took a swing at him. "Probably because you never rip my bodice off."
He turned her head toward him and very seriously asked, "Would you like me to?"
The look in his eyes made her shudder. She gaped up at him for a long, long moment, unable to quite formulate an answer.
"I, I…"
He snorted and released her, then returned to his original position draped over the back of the couch. She narrowed her eyes and shoved her nose back in her book.
"They all go on the same lines, you know," he complained. "I’d think you’d get tired of them."
"The fact that you know how they go tells me exactly how much you’ve been reading over my shoulder since we landed in this hellhole."
He kissed the side of her head and twirled a lock of hair around a finger. "What can I say? The pirate novels intrigue me."
She smirked.
"Stacey."
"Hm?"
"Nevermind."
She shook her head and let it go. The sound of running feet made both of them look up. Gert launched herself at Dale’s leg and held on.
"Hello, precious," he said, bending down to pick her up.
Stacey judiciously hid the book on a high shelf before coming back to greet their daughter, herself.