Lora prompt
"Somebody trying to make their way across a room when the lightbulb has burned out."
These things happened very fast: Cam nudged the door open with his boot, shoved with his shoulder, threw his keys onto the table and his coat onto the chair, flicked the door closed with his hand, hit the lightswitch with his wrist and was bent over wrestling with his laces when he noticed the lights were still off.
Fuck. He must have missed the switch. Cam kicked the boot off, dealt with the other, and hit the lightswitch again, except it was already in the 'on' position. He wriggled it a few times-- usual click, no light.
Bugger.
Spare bulbs and flashlight were in the kitchen, under the sink. Cam had taken two strides when he found the edge of the table with his hip. "Fuck!" He rubbed his abused hipbone with one hand and thumped the table with the other. The was always Thread, yeah, but lightbulbs had all those twisty bits inside, and who knew what electricity and Thread did when mixed?
Actually, that could be fun. Getting fried wasn't fun, though, so he'd have to ask Shae about it.
The next skirmish was between Cam's left foot and something cold and hard. The hell was that? It clanked loudly-- the hollow metal leg of a chair. Ow.
Cam rubbed the back of his neck, the mistreated toes against the calf of the other foot, glad there was no one around to see this. It's not like he was in unfamiliar territory, you know? And it wasn't even pitch black. Streetlight outside sent a rectangle of watery orange light onto the floor, faint green light in the kitchen where the microwave lurked.
He found another chair with his shin. "Sonuvabitch!"
A faint, muffled sound of glee. Cam knew that sound. He blew air, rubbed the side of his face, tried to pretend he wasn't grinning.
"Alright, come out with your hands in the air!"
Lola giggled and tackled Cam from behind, nuzzling the base of the mohawk. He said, "You! Did you steal the bulb?"
Another giggle. "Yes. D'you want it back? What's it worth?"
"I hit my foot, my hip AND my shin," Cam complained manfully. He twisted and put an arm around Lola. Her hair smelled nice. She settled against him, snuggled. He rubbed his chin against her curls. "Are you laughing at me?"
"Hmmm," she wrapped her arms 'round his waist. "Nope. Not me. Wouldn't ever."
Cam tipped his head back and heaved a long-suffering sigh. "I can't believe I put up with you. And where were you hiding?"
Lola gave him a squeeze, and her grin was all but audible. "Everywhere."
Who could figure women out? Cam 'accidentally' patted her bum, not even trying to dodge when she swatted him.
"Are you going to let me put the lightbulb back in?"
"Sure-- when you buy it back from me." She tucked her hands into the thigh-pockets of his cargoes. He smirked.
"What's it going to cost me? Masses of chocolate? Opera tickets? Sitting through one of those girly movies?"
"Nope! Well, actually, why not? But I want a backrub."
Cam allowed her to tug him along. How come she could see and he couldn't. "I'd do that anyway," he felt compelled to point out.
"Hee. This is more fun. ^^"
Women. Cam shook his head. Lola flicked the hall light on. Cam blinked a few times and went straight for her ribs.
Revenge was served best on a giggling girlfriend. Or something. Who cared? Lola's face got pink when she giggled, and backrubs put her to sleep like a kitten.
These things happened very fast: Cam nudged the door open with his boot, shoved with his shoulder, threw his keys onto the table and his coat onto the chair, flicked the door closed with his hand, hit the lightswitch with his wrist and was bent over wrestling with his laces when he noticed the lights were still off.
Fuck. He must have missed the switch. Cam kicked the boot off, dealt with the other, and hit the lightswitch again, except it was already in the 'on' position. He wriggled it a few times-- usual click, no light.
Bugger.
Spare bulbs and flashlight were in the kitchen, under the sink. Cam had taken two strides when he found the edge of the table with his hip. "Fuck!" He rubbed his abused hipbone with one hand and thumped the table with the other. The was always Thread, yeah, but lightbulbs had all those twisty bits inside, and who knew what electricity and Thread did when mixed?
Actually, that could be fun. Getting fried wasn't fun, though, so he'd have to ask Shae about it.
The next skirmish was between Cam's left foot and something cold and hard. The hell was that? It clanked loudly-- the hollow metal leg of a chair. Ow.
Cam rubbed the back of his neck, the mistreated toes against the calf of the other foot, glad there was no one around to see this. It's not like he was in unfamiliar territory, you know? And it wasn't even pitch black. Streetlight outside sent a rectangle of watery orange light onto the floor, faint green light in the kitchen where the microwave lurked.
He found another chair with his shin. "Sonuvabitch!"
A faint, muffled sound of glee. Cam knew that sound. He blew air, rubbed the side of his face, tried to pretend he wasn't grinning.
"Alright, come out with your hands in the air!"
Lola giggled and tackled Cam from behind, nuzzling the base of the mohawk. He said, "You! Did you steal the bulb?"
Another giggle. "Yes. D'you want it back? What's it worth?"
"I hit my foot, my hip AND my shin," Cam complained manfully. He twisted and put an arm around Lola. Her hair smelled nice. She settled against him, snuggled. He rubbed his chin against her curls. "Are you laughing at me?"
"Hmmm," she wrapped her arms 'round his waist. "Nope. Not me. Wouldn't ever."
Cam tipped his head back and heaved a long-suffering sigh. "I can't believe I put up with you. And where were you hiding?"
Lola gave him a squeeze, and her grin was all but audible. "Everywhere."
Who could figure women out? Cam 'accidentally' patted her bum, not even trying to dodge when she swatted him.
"Are you going to let me put the lightbulb back in?"
"Sure-- when you buy it back from me." She tucked her hands into the thigh-pockets of his cargoes. He smirked.
"What's it going to cost me? Masses of chocolate? Opera tickets? Sitting through one of those girly movies?"
"Nope! Well, actually, why not? But I want a backrub."
Cam allowed her to tug him along. How come she could see and he couldn't. "I'd do that anyway," he felt compelled to point out.
"Hee. This is more fun. ^^"
Women. Cam shook his head. Lola flicked the hall light on. Cam blinked a few times and went straight for her ribs.
Revenge was served best on a giggling girlfriend. Or something. Who cared? Lola's face got pink when she giggled, and backrubs put her to sleep like a kitten.