He That Cannot Obey Cannot Command {2/2}afterandalasiaMay 27 2011, 19:01:01 UTC
Woody closed his eyes, leaning back for Bo to kiss him on the forehead, the tip of his nose, the mouth. "Now, Woody Pride," she said, putting one finger back against his lips as he looked up at her again, a question forming in his gaze, "you can go and see how the others have done, because I think that I can hear Buzz being self-congratulating again.
"Thank you, Bo," Woody whispered past her fingertip.
Bo smiled, and kissed him on the mouth again, this time a little more firmly. "And I'll see you again this evening."
She stepped back to allow him to get to his feet, brushing sparkling motes of dust off his hat and placing it on his head again. At just the right angle, of course. He winked and clicked his tongue, using his fingers like an imaginary pistol. "You can bet on that, little lady."
A laugh tumbled out, and she gave him a shove on the shoulder. "Go on, cowboy, keep 'em in line."
And as she watched him shimmy back down to floor level, she held her crook between her hands again and smiled, thinking softly and wonderingly about just how the cloth he was made of felt and gave beneath her porcelain fingers, and how warm he was when he smiled. Maybe tomorrow he'd be able to keep his posse running smoothly, stop people from getting themselves trapped in the wardrobe or from falling down the stairs or the myriad of other things that they seemed to have thought up for themselves to do. And maybe it would be easy. But if not, she would be there again, to hold his head in her lap or clasp him to her chest, until he could breathe once more and the world did not seem so vastly oversized for toys.
Re: He That Cannot Obey Cannot Command {2/2}afterandalasiaMay 27 2011, 21:53:36 UTC
I have no idea why I love this line so much: "you can go and see how the others have done, because I think that I can hear Buzz being self-congratulating again."
I just love that she treats it as a normal thing and the idea of him being like that at all is just great.
"Thank you, Bo," Woody whispered past her fingertip.
Bo smiled, and kissed him on the mouth again, this time a little more firmly. "And I'll see you again this evening."
She stepped back to allow him to get to his feet, brushing sparkling motes of dust off his hat and placing it on his head again. At just the right angle, of course. He winked and clicked his tongue, using his fingers like an imaginary pistol. "You can bet on that, little lady."
A laugh tumbled out, and she gave him a shove on the shoulder. "Go on, cowboy, keep 'em in line."
And as she watched him shimmy back down to floor level, she held her crook between her hands again and smiled, thinking softly and wonderingly about just how the cloth he was made of felt and gave beneath her porcelain fingers, and how warm he was when he smiled. Maybe tomorrow he'd be able to keep his posse running smoothly, stop people from getting themselves trapped in the wardrobe or from falling down the stairs or the myriad of other things that they seemed to have thought up for themselves to do. And maybe it would be easy. But if not, she would be there again, to hold his head in her lap or clasp him to her chest, until he could breathe once more and the world did not seem so vastly oversized for toys.
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I just love that she treats it as a normal thing and the idea of him being like that at all is just great.
So glad this got re-filled. :)
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I love this and I too, am super excited that it got filled again! :D This is exactly what I love about them. :333 OTP forever.
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And this prompt was just so perfect! I'm glad that you enjoyed the fill!
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But it's no problem! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
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