Alphabetsoup: Idina/Kristin: A, M, N, O, Q, S, X, Z
Fandom:Wicked RPS
Claim: Idina/Kristin
A is for anticipate
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
You wait your whole life to meet that ‘special’ person. And you know when you do it’s all going to make sense at last.
Then she comes bursting into your life. And it’s as wonderful as you knew it would be. She makes you laugh, she brings you daisies, she smiles her beautiful smile and lights up your world. When you’re in her arms you know that’s where you are meant to be. You fit.
You never really considered that the love of your life might be married by the time you met her. That wasn’t part of the plan.
M is for marvel
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Idina finds her standing in front of the couch, looking at it like it’s the eighth wonder of the world.
“What’s up?”
Kristin turns in a stupor and points.
“That’s our couch.”
Idina nods slowly.
“No, but Idina, that’s our couch.”
Idina smiles in realisation. She puts her arm around Kristin’s shoulders.
“I know, baby.”
“Our couch. Not mine, or yours, ours.”
Idina laughs, pressing her nose into Kristin’s hair.
“OK, maybe you should stay out of the kitchen for a while. I’m kinda scared that seeing our dishwasher and our toaster and our stove might just blow your mind.”
N is for narcotic
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
She’s never been a good sleeper. Especially when sharing a bed. She always worried that she’d snore or drool. Or that he’d be able to feel the beginnings of stubble on legs that were a day overdue for shaving. Or that he’d wake up and regret that she was there.
Lately she hasn’t found sleep to be a problem. She wakes up with a delightfully warm weight on her chest, feeling rested and content. The deep sleep might be a result of the fact that the warm weight completely tired her out the night before. Beats counting sheep any day.
O is for opposite
Rating: R
Word count: 100
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
When she’s kissing Taye, she can’t help but think of all the times she’s kissed his wife. She wonders if he can taste Idina on her.
As she slides her hands up Idina’s thighs and lowers her head she tries desperately not to think of Idina sinking to her knees in front of Taye, taking him into her mouth.
When Idina’s breath hitches, in that dreadful second, Kristin waits for the whispered name to cross her lips.
“Kristin.”
She stifles a sob, relieved. But she knows that this fucked-up triangle can’t last.
Q is for quilt
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Idina thinks this must be her favourite place in the world. A New York winter shivers outside the window. She’s lying on the couch not watching the movie that’s playing. She’s sharing a warm quilt with a short blonde. In this moment life seems perfect.
But it’s not her couch. It’s not her quilt. It’s not her life. In a short while she’ll have to go back to her own apartment where she’ll crawl into bed with her husband. He’ll roll over and pull her to him, winding his strong arm around her waist. But it won’t feel like this.
S is for startle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
I think I scared the life out of her the first time I kissed her. She was sitting in my dressing-room, fresh from the shower, complaining that Michelle had run over her foot in the wheelchair. There was a moment; her bottom lip was sticking out slightly, a series of lines crinkling the space between her dark eyebrows, and I couldn’t not kiss her. So I did. And she physically jumped off her seat. She looked at me with widened eyes before turning and walking out. But she soon came back. And the next time we kissed, she started it.
X is for Xmas
Rating: G
Word count: 100
They were seated in a tiny café in the Village. The windows were covered in condensation. Idina used her finger to write ‘Happy Xmas’ on a single pane. Kristin smiled.
“My momma always yelled at me if I wrote ‘Xmas’, she said it was ‘taking the Christ out of Christmas’.”
Idina tilted her head.
“As a kid I used to worry something would happen to me if I wrote ‘Christmas’. So I always wrote Xmas.”
She took Kristin’s hand.
“But now I do a lot of things that the Rabbi would frown upon. I write Xmas now cuz it’s shorter.”
Z is for zipper
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
We met in a dressing room. She barged in, hair plastered to her head, make-up half removed, wearing an oversized child’s dress. I thought she was beautiful.
Anthony introduced us. She was obviously embarrassed by her appearance, she’d come in to get Anthony’s help with her zipper, it was stuck. We made the appropriate noises about each other’s work as he tried to work the zipper free. He did, eventually, and she left.
Later that night, she walked into the bar looking like a million dollars. She came straight up to me and held out her hand.
”Hi, I believe you met my evil twin earlier. She’s gone now. I’m Kristin.”
The moment our hands touched I knew I wanted her. By the end of the night, I knew I needed her. Didn’t take all that much longer to figure out that I loved her.
Now? Now I’ve got her.
Claim: Idina/Kristin
A is for anticipate
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
You wait your whole life to meet that ‘special’ person. And you know when you do it’s all going to make sense at last.
Then she comes bursting into your life. And it’s as wonderful as you knew it would be. She makes you laugh, she brings you daisies, she smiles her beautiful smile and lights up your world. When you’re in her arms you know that’s where you are meant to be. You fit.
You never really considered that the love of your life might be married by the time you met her. That wasn’t part of the plan.
M is for marvel
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Idina finds her standing in front of the couch, looking at it like it’s the eighth wonder of the world.
“What’s up?”
Kristin turns in a stupor and points.
“That’s our couch.”
Idina nods slowly.
“No, but Idina, that’s our couch.”
Idina smiles in realisation. She puts her arm around Kristin’s shoulders.
“I know, baby.”
“Our couch. Not mine, or yours, ours.”
Idina laughs, pressing her nose into Kristin’s hair.
“OK, maybe you should stay out of the kitchen for a while. I’m kinda scared that seeing our dishwasher and our toaster and our stove might just blow your mind.”
N is for narcotic
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
She’s never been a good sleeper. Especially when sharing a bed. She always worried that she’d snore or drool. Or that he’d be able to feel the beginnings of stubble on legs that were a day overdue for shaving. Or that he’d wake up and regret that she was there.
Lately she hasn’t found sleep to be a problem. She wakes up with a delightfully warm weight on her chest, feeling rested and content. The deep sleep might be a result of the fact that the warm weight completely tired her out the night before. Beats counting sheep any day.
O is for opposite
Rating: R
Word count: 100
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
When she’s kissing Taye, she can’t help but think of all the times she’s kissed his wife. She wonders if he can taste Idina on her.
As she slides her hands up Idina’s thighs and lowers her head she tries desperately not to think of Idina sinking to her knees in front of Taye, taking him into her mouth.
When Idina’s breath hitches, in that dreadful second, Kristin waits for the whispered name to cross her lips.
“Kristin.”
She stifles a sob, relieved. But she knows that this fucked-up triangle can’t last.
Q is for quilt
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Idina thinks this must be her favourite place in the world. A New York winter shivers outside the window. She’s lying on the couch not watching the movie that’s playing. She’s sharing a warm quilt with a short blonde. In this moment life seems perfect.
But it’s not her couch. It’s not her quilt. It’s not her life. In a short while she’ll have to go back to her own apartment where she’ll crawl into bed with her husband. He’ll roll over and pull her to him, winding his strong arm around her waist. But it won’t feel like this.
S is for startle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
I think I scared the life out of her the first time I kissed her. She was sitting in my dressing-room, fresh from the shower, complaining that Michelle had run over her foot in the wheelchair. There was a moment; her bottom lip was sticking out slightly, a series of lines crinkling the space between her dark eyebrows, and I couldn’t not kiss her. So I did. And she physically jumped off her seat. She looked at me with widened eyes before turning and walking out. But she soon came back. And the next time we kissed, she started it.
X is for Xmas
Rating: G
Word count: 100
They were seated in a tiny café in the Village. The windows were covered in condensation. Idina used her finger to write ‘Happy Xmas’ on a single pane. Kristin smiled.
“My momma always yelled at me if I wrote ‘Xmas’, she said it was ‘taking the Christ out of Christmas’.”
Idina tilted her head.
“As a kid I used to worry something would happen to me if I wrote ‘Christmas’. So I always wrote Xmas.”
She took Kristin’s hand.
“But now I do a lot of things that the Rabbi would frown upon. I write Xmas now cuz it’s shorter.”
Z is for zipper
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
We met in a dressing room. She barged in, hair plastered to her head, make-up half removed, wearing an oversized child’s dress. I thought she was beautiful.
Anthony introduced us. She was obviously embarrassed by her appearance, she’d come in to get Anthony’s help with her zipper, it was stuck. We made the appropriate noises about each other’s work as he tried to work the zipper free. He did, eventually, and she left.
Later that night, she walked into the bar looking like a million dollars. She came straight up to me and held out her hand.
”Hi, I believe you met my evil twin earlier. She’s gone now. I’m Kristin.”
The moment our hands touched I knew I wanted her. By the end of the night, I knew I needed her. Didn’t take all that much longer to figure out that I loved her.
Now? Now I’ve got her.