Glow
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Dale and Stacey Yorkes
Prompt: Beauty
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale can't take his eyes off her.
002: Beauty
She’s radiant today. He thinks it must be the hair. But upon closer inspection, it is, indeed, her. Glowing softly and blushing lightly when she feels his eyes on her.
"You’re supposed to be studying," she growls.
"Huh? Oh. Sorry."
He doesn’t stop watching her. Cant tear his eyes away. She squirms a little and bites her lip. He has the oddest urge to lick her nose.
"Yorkes. Stop it. You’re going to fail the test."
In truth, he can’t care less. But she wants him to, so he turns his eyes, with much effort, to the text on his handheld. Oddly enough, though, all the words have transformed into her name. He stares, confused, then realizes he’s hallucinating.
"Stacey," he says, bringing his eyes up to her again. "Let’s break for lunch."
"What? It’s only eleven thirty."
He grins at her. "Let’s break for lunch. Come on. My treat."
She sighs and switches off her notes, shoving the handheld into her pocket. He offers her a hand and she takes it, which surprises him.
"You’re going to be insufferable, aren’t you?" she asks.
"I can’t help it," he replies. "Pretty girls just do that to me."
She scoffs at him, but lets him slide an arm around her waist. She’s secretly flattered, but she’ll be damned if she lets him know it.
When they’re outside the library, he stops her, cups her face, smiles and gazes into her eyes and kisses her. Long and soft and she closes her eyes and sighs. When they part, he notices the librarian-an old girlfriend-watching them.
"Let’s hurry and get out of here," he suggests, and grabs her hand, taking off down the street.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Dale and Stacey Yorkes
Prompt: Beauty
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale can't take his eyes off her.
002: Beauty
She’s radiant today. He thinks it must be the hair. But upon closer inspection, it is, indeed, her. Glowing softly and blushing lightly when she feels his eyes on her.
"You’re supposed to be studying," she growls.
"Huh? Oh. Sorry."
He doesn’t stop watching her. Cant tear his eyes away. She squirms a little and bites her lip. He has the oddest urge to lick her nose.
"Yorkes. Stop it. You’re going to fail the test."
In truth, he can’t care less. But she wants him to, so he turns his eyes, with much effort, to the text on his handheld. Oddly enough, though, all the words have transformed into her name. He stares, confused, then realizes he’s hallucinating.
"Stacey," he says, bringing his eyes up to her again. "Let’s break for lunch."
"What? It’s only eleven thirty."
He grins at her. "Let’s break for lunch. Come on. My treat."
She sighs and switches off her notes, shoving the handheld into her pocket. He offers her a hand and she takes it, which surprises him.
"You’re going to be insufferable, aren’t you?" she asks.
"I can’t help it," he replies. "Pretty girls just do that to me."
She scoffs at him, but lets him slide an arm around her waist. She’s secretly flattered, but she’ll be damned if she lets him know it.
When they’re outside the library, he stops her, cups her face, smiles and gazes into her eyes and kisses her. Long and soft and she closes her eyes and sighs. When they part, he notices the librarian-an old girlfriend-watching them.
"Let’s hurry and get out of here," he suggests, and grabs her hand, taking off down the street.