Challenge #5, Prompt #1
Title: Untitled
Author's Name: pdt_bear
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing (if any): Um, I suppose if you squint: Andy/Miranda
Number of Challenge and Prompt Used: Challenge #5, Prompt #1
Words: 191 words total; 172 words inside the prompts
Spoilers/Season: um, the film?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
We were butterflies in the sun, drunk with light. The days begin with quiet and cool breezes against the early morning calm. Treasuring each breath taken as time slips into the past in an unconscious pattern. Only when she speaks does the silence get broken -- a low rumble that is heard more by the vibrations against an ear plastered to the chest than by anything that actually hangs in the moment. There is a second conversation that takes place entirely by touch -- tracing random patterns against soft flesh that is slowly bared to a sleepy gaze.
There is a sharp breath that signals that the gentle teasing has changed in nature, and any further taunting of the resting dragon might garner a quick snap and then bite -- a bit more excitement than bargained for. What ever happens, this occasional ritual of sharing the morning in wordless play is followed by the peace offering of searing hot coffee that's managed to find itself placed on side tables after a mincing run on cold steps down to the kitchen and back. Softly, we landed on a bed of crumbs and coffee.
Author's Name: pdt_bear
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada
Pairing (if any): Um, I suppose if you squint: Andy/Miranda
Number of Challenge and Prompt Used: Challenge #5, Prompt #1
Words: 191 words total; 172 words inside the prompts
Spoilers/Season: um, the film?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
We were butterflies in the sun, drunk with light. The days begin with quiet and cool breezes against the early morning calm. Treasuring each breath taken as time slips into the past in an unconscious pattern. Only when she speaks does the silence get broken -- a low rumble that is heard more by the vibrations against an ear plastered to the chest than by anything that actually hangs in the moment. There is a second conversation that takes place entirely by touch -- tracing random patterns against soft flesh that is slowly bared to a sleepy gaze.
There is a sharp breath that signals that the gentle teasing has changed in nature, and any further taunting of the resting dragon might garner a quick snap and then bite -- a bit more excitement than bargained for. What ever happens, this occasional ritual of sharing the morning in wordless play is followed by the peace offering of searing hot coffee that's managed to find itself placed on side tables after a mincing run on cold steps down to the kitchen and back. Softly, we landed on a bed of crumbs and coffee.