And Now For Something Completely Different
OOC: Okay, so you guys? This isn't normally the sort of stuff I write. I normally have a very strict no mush policy, but... the other night? I couldn't sleep, and I think my guard must have been down or something because I got attacked by a mushy plot bunny. Vicious little thing wouldn't leave alone until I wrote something, and this is the result of that. And it's different. Possibly in a bad way. You tell me. Especially you Mist, 'cus if you don't like it (and I could see why you might not) I can get rid of it. Oh and by all means ask who Joe is, that's (probably) the only good idea that came out of this.
The shrill piercing pitches of the alarm clock woke them. He lazily opened one eye and stared at the distance between himself and the offending clock. A few quick seconds of mental calculation told him the snooze button was a little more than an arm's length away, but past experience told him it wasn't worth the effort. So instead he chose to grab his pillow out from underneath him, and put it atop his head instead, covering his ears and muffling the sound.
"Your alarm clock sucks." She proclaimed with authority, shifting from her position next to him to one that was more upright.
As she leaned over his sprawled out body to deal with the alarm clock, the cotton fabric of the overly large tee-shirt she wore dangled down on his bare back tickling his skin with every move she made.
He knew there was a reason why he always listened to past experience.
"You say that every morning." He pointed out, not moving.
"I'm not here every morning." She replied nonchalantly as she made her way back to her spot on the bed, her task of tinkering with the clock completed.
"You'd get used to it if you were here every morning." He remarked just as casually.
She laughed as she settled herself underneath the sheets - still warm - and turned to face him.
"That an invitation?" She teased.
He too turned to face her, pillow slipping off his head in the process as he looked at her with both eyes open. He'd been planning to wait for a special occasion, something fancy - the straight out of a movie sort of deal. But who was he to ignore this sort of perfect opportunity?
"Actually..." he said as the arm closest to the bedside table fumbled to open its top drawer, "It is."
Finally the drawer was open which lead to a quick search of its contents before a small box was triumphantly produced. She was watched all this occur; her face was blank, but her eyes regarded the box with cautious curiosity. She didn't say a word.
He knew how to read her though, and the little box was quickly opened displaying its contents to the entire galaxy. It was a lovely ring; shiny, polished, and sparkling in the morning light. She was fairly certain she was staring at it in an unseemly manner, but it was so pretty.
"Oh Tim," she sighed softly, and then even softer, "Oui."
~
Elise woke up to a headache and confusion.
What the hell was that all about?
There were a few things wrong with that dream. For one thing the alarm clock had been far more annoying than her dream's portrayal indicated. For another there was the fact that was wrong, Stackhouse never... no. That had been Joe, and here lay another of the dreams fallacies, she'd said no.
"Stupid Tell and her stupid meme." She muttered.
The shrill piercing pitches of the alarm clock woke them. He lazily opened one eye and stared at the distance between himself and the offending clock. A few quick seconds of mental calculation told him the snooze button was a little more than an arm's length away, but past experience told him it wasn't worth the effort. So instead he chose to grab his pillow out from underneath him, and put it atop his head instead, covering his ears and muffling the sound.
"Your alarm clock sucks." She proclaimed with authority, shifting from her position next to him to one that was more upright.
As she leaned over his sprawled out body to deal with the alarm clock, the cotton fabric of the overly large tee-shirt she wore dangled down on his bare back tickling his skin with every move she made.
He knew there was a reason why he always listened to past experience.
"You say that every morning." He pointed out, not moving.
"I'm not here every morning." She replied nonchalantly as she made her way back to her spot on the bed, her task of tinkering with the clock completed.
"You'd get used to it if you were here every morning." He remarked just as casually.
She laughed as she settled herself underneath the sheets - still warm - and turned to face him.
"That an invitation?" She teased.
He too turned to face her, pillow slipping off his head in the process as he looked at her with both eyes open. He'd been planning to wait for a special occasion, something fancy - the straight out of a movie sort of deal. But who was he to ignore this sort of perfect opportunity?
"Actually..." he said as the arm closest to the bedside table fumbled to open its top drawer, "It is."
Finally the drawer was open which lead to a quick search of its contents before a small box was triumphantly produced. She was watched all this occur; her face was blank, but her eyes regarded the box with cautious curiosity. She didn't say a word.
He knew how to read her though, and the little box was quickly opened displaying its contents to the entire galaxy. It was a lovely ring; shiny, polished, and sparkling in the morning light. She was fairly certain she was staring at it in an unseemly manner, but it was so pretty.
"Oh Tim," she sighed softly, and then even softer, "Oui."
~
Elise woke up to a headache and confusion.
What the hell was that all about?
There were a few things wrong with that dream. For one thing the alarm clock had been far more annoying than her dream's portrayal indicated. For another there was the fact that was wrong, Stackhouse never... no. That had been Joe, and here lay another of the dreams fallacies, she'd said no.
"Stupid Tell and her stupid meme." She muttered.