Love or Lesions
Love is confusion-making.
Title: Love or Lesions
Rating: 13 & Up
Fandom: Uglies
Pairing: Tally/Zane
Genre: Romance, PWP
Time Frame: During Pretties
Summary: Love has a way of confusing things. It is for this reason that Tally could never fully realize her love for Zane. Her mind still stuck halfway between the Cure and bubbleheadedness. Maybe this day was the only day she would be so close to the conclusion of her true feelings, but always, she’d be left in her shadow of a doubt.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The storyline and characters belong to the Scott Westerfeld.
A/N: This is a short PWP. It takes place during "Pretties." I just finished this. It's not perfect, but it's cute! Enjoy. tX.
Warnings: Sexiness.
Word Count: 1368
The sun rose silently outside the window thousands of miles away. It cast long slivers of yellow light into the room, hitting the mirror-image wall. The light reflected carelessly off the smooth surface and onto her closed eyes. She stirred and moaned quietly, turning over in bed, pulling the sheets up over her eyes.
"Shades down," she whispered coarsely. Her voice was still half missing from the prior night's frantic events. The window tinted itself from transparent to a white, opaque colour. She lifted her arm over her male companion's bare shoulder, gently stringing his fingers with hers upon his stomach.
"Morning," he mumbled, bringing her hand to his lips.
A smile graced her sleepy features. "Morning it is."
He unlaced their fingers and turned in the bed, pulling most of the sheet with him. They tangled in his legs and around his feet.
She laughed as the blankets uncovered her bare legs. "Oh geez."
"Sorry," he smiled, his beautiful eyes lit up like the night stars. Zane's gorgeous smile cut through the harsh cold of the room and warmed her heart.
"Heat on," Tally whispered, still embraced by his smile. The fan turned on almost silently, a warm breeze brushing against her bare legs. She yanked the blankets back from him in a playful manner, exposing his bare torso and sleep shorts. "Those are dizzy-making," she laughed.
"What these old things?"
"Liar, I saw you pull them out of the wall last night." And she had. She noticed the way he looked over his shoulder at her as she pretended to sleep. He ordered them in a quiet voice, knowing full well that Tally loved that colour. A dark shade of blue intertwined with a dark shadow. It was the night sky in her mind.
"You caught me." He moved closer to her, his body warmth reflecting on to her. His features softened, and his lips came forward towards hers. The moment their lips met, her hand trembled at his side. His lips curled into a smile under the pressure of her kiss. His hand crept up the side of her body, brushing her skin gently as it made its way up to her jaw where it paused to hold her face close to his.
She put her hands to his chest and playfully pushed him off. "You're naughty-making today." She batted her long lashes at him with a teasing smile. He pulled her into his chest, greedily.
"Naughty-making?" He grinned. "What's so naughty-making about it?" He pressed his hands into the small of her back and pulled her over on top of his body. Her legs fell open and drifted off the side of his thin torso, landing lightly onto the bed.
She suppressed a giggle behind a bladed hand. "Naughty." His hands ran up and down the curvature of her back, the slightest touch tingling. Small little bumps rose on her skin starting at her shoulders and traveling down her arms. She shook faintly at the sudden cold. Even with the warm are rushing around the room and his close contact, a shiver chased down her spine. His touch was enough of a thrill to curve her body's homeostasis into a chilling equilibrium. Even when she was fully clothed, the simple touch of his hand to hers was like a sudden cold mist rising out of nowhere, wrapping itself around her.
He closed his eyes, his lids sinking into the dark circle beneath them. He looked as though he had spent every night awake and worried, but she knew he hadn't. From her towering position, she pressed a soft kiss to each closed eyelid. Her head drifted from the upright position, and gently rested it on his naked shoulder. Her ears picked up the subtle sound of his heart beating within his chest. In her mind she asked for the strength for him to get better. For the strength within him to heal himself…
"Oh," his voice breaking the sweet silence. "Give me one second." He rolled to his side, gently dropping her to the mattress. His finger traced the confused look on her face; he kissed her cheek bone and pushed himself off the bed. His tired appearance was undone by the sudden abruptness of his actions.
"Carefully," she said, noting the weakness in his knees. He wavered as he gained his balance. He winked at her and wrinkled his nose.
"Don't worry about it. No headache yet." He turned to the hole in the wall. "Robe." The wall spit out a dark grey robe. He slipped it on over his thinning silhouette. "I'll be right back." The door slipped open and closed tightly behind me.
Tally rolled onto her back, her face studying the dark window. Her head spun from looking at the room upside down. "Dizzy-making…" As she brought herself to a sitting position, her temples started to pound, another consequence from a night of bubbly champagne and vodka shots.
The wall dispensed a dark liquid into a small cup, and she swallowed it, slightly gagging at the putrid taste. Almost immediately she felt the difference. Her lightheadedness faded, and her mind cleared.
The bed welcomed her with a warm sheet. She pulled it over her satin dress, she had worn last night to the Crim's outing. She had loved it the moment the wall gave it to her. With shiny, sequins sparkling off every shred of light, the empire waist and long flowing body covering her hips, gently draping against her muscular features. The best part was the exquisite color; like that of an expensive wine, aged to perfection. It was a purple burgundy that was simply indescribable. It had helped her stay bubbly, while making her the center of attention for originality in fashion. That's what it was all about these days. Trying to appear bubbly, making a fake façade to convince the other Crims nothing was wrong, and most of all, keeping everyone else bubbly.
The door slipped open and Zane followed suit. His golden eyes sparkling in the bright room lights. Behind him, a small tray floated in holding a small platter of fruits and cakes.
"Thought you'd be hungry." He sat down beside her on the bed, placing a slender hand on her shoulder. The tray hovered over to them, and she picked up a strawberry, cramming it into her mouth.
"You were correct." She kissed him before he could say another word. His lips were supple and connected to hers as if they were made for each other. The sick part was that they were. In all their perfect glory, their lips were engineered to fit exactly with the opposite sex. It almost seemed wrong to feel so enamored at his touch. Her cheeks burnt red as she realized that it should seem that way. She should be able to get pass the silly things like that. She was after all cured, but why did she still feel the way she did at his imminent presence.
"What's wrong?" Zane's eyes bared into hers. She had been so caught up in that thought, that she hadn't realized her lips had stopped working.
"Just thinking."
"Well that's some pretty intense-making thinking you're doing." His thin lips curled into a bubbly smile.
She returned his gaze. "It's just… a lot of bad bubblehead thoughts."
"Ah." Zane combed his fingers through his dark hair, a thoughtful smirk on his face.
"I was just thinking about how perfect it is for us… when we're together."
He nodded, still pensive.
She continued in a weakened voice, embarrassed to even have brought it up. "They made us like that. Who's to say that they didn't make our heads like this too?"
"You mean, did they make us fall in love?"
Tally's breath shortened at the phrase.
His eyes traveled the features of her face, practically reading her mind. Nodding at the realization that she was caught off guard by his idea. "Not anymore. We make our own choices now. We chose to feel this."
Title: Love or Lesions
Rating: 13 & Up
Fandom: Uglies
Pairing: Tally/Zane
Genre: Romance, PWP
Time Frame: During Pretties
Summary: Love has a way of confusing things. It is for this reason that Tally could never fully realize her love for Zane. Her mind still stuck halfway between the Cure and bubbleheadedness. Maybe this day was the only day she would be so close to the conclusion of her true feelings, but always, she’d be left in her shadow of a doubt.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The storyline and characters belong to the Scott Westerfeld.
A/N: This is a short PWP. It takes place during "Pretties." I just finished this. It's not perfect, but it's cute! Enjoy. tX.
Warnings: Sexiness.
Word Count: 1368
The sun rose silently outside the window thousands of miles away. It cast long slivers of yellow light into the room, hitting the mirror-image wall. The light reflected carelessly off the smooth surface and onto her closed eyes. She stirred and moaned quietly, turning over in bed, pulling the sheets up over her eyes.
"Shades down," she whispered coarsely. Her voice was still half missing from the prior night's frantic events. The window tinted itself from transparent to a white, opaque colour. She lifted her arm over her male companion's bare shoulder, gently stringing his fingers with hers upon his stomach.
"Morning," he mumbled, bringing her hand to his lips.
A smile graced her sleepy features. "Morning it is."
He unlaced their fingers and turned in the bed, pulling most of the sheet with him. They tangled in his legs and around his feet.
She laughed as the blankets uncovered her bare legs. "Oh geez."
"Sorry," he smiled, his beautiful eyes lit up like the night stars. Zane's gorgeous smile cut through the harsh cold of the room and warmed her heart.
"Heat on," Tally whispered, still embraced by his smile. The fan turned on almost silently, a warm breeze brushing against her bare legs. She yanked the blankets back from him in a playful manner, exposing his bare torso and sleep shorts. "Those are dizzy-making," she laughed.
"What these old things?"
"Liar, I saw you pull them out of the wall last night." And she had. She noticed the way he looked over his shoulder at her as she pretended to sleep. He ordered them in a quiet voice, knowing full well that Tally loved that colour. A dark shade of blue intertwined with a dark shadow. It was the night sky in her mind.
"You caught me." He moved closer to her, his body warmth reflecting on to her. His features softened, and his lips came forward towards hers. The moment their lips met, her hand trembled at his side. His lips curled into a smile under the pressure of her kiss. His hand crept up the side of her body, brushing her skin gently as it made its way up to her jaw where it paused to hold her face close to his.
She put her hands to his chest and playfully pushed him off. "You're naughty-making today." She batted her long lashes at him with a teasing smile. He pulled her into his chest, greedily.
"Naughty-making?" He grinned. "What's so naughty-making about it?" He pressed his hands into the small of her back and pulled her over on top of his body. Her legs fell open and drifted off the side of his thin torso, landing lightly onto the bed.
She suppressed a giggle behind a bladed hand. "Naughty." His hands ran up and down the curvature of her back, the slightest touch tingling. Small little bumps rose on her skin starting at her shoulders and traveling down her arms. She shook faintly at the sudden cold. Even with the warm are rushing around the room and his close contact, a shiver chased down her spine. His touch was enough of a thrill to curve her body's homeostasis into a chilling equilibrium. Even when she was fully clothed, the simple touch of his hand to hers was like a sudden cold mist rising out of nowhere, wrapping itself around her.
He closed his eyes, his lids sinking into the dark circle beneath them. He looked as though he had spent every night awake and worried, but she knew he hadn't. From her towering position, she pressed a soft kiss to each closed eyelid. Her head drifted from the upright position, and gently rested it on his naked shoulder. Her ears picked up the subtle sound of his heart beating within his chest. In her mind she asked for the strength for him to get better. For the strength within him to heal himself…
"Oh," his voice breaking the sweet silence. "Give me one second." He rolled to his side, gently dropping her to the mattress. His finger traced the confused look on her face; he kissed her cheek bone and pushed himself off the bed. His tired appearance was undone by the sudden abruptness of his actions.
"Carefully," she said, noting the weakness in his knees. He wavered as he gained his balance. He winked at her and wrinkled his nose.
"Don't worry about it. No headache yet." He turned to the hole in the wall. "Robe." The wall spit out a dark grey robe. He slipped it on over his thinning silhouette. "I'll be right back." The door slipped open and closed tightly behind me.
Tally rolled onto her back, her face studying the dark window. Her head spun from looking at the room upside down. "Dizzy-making…" As she brought herself to a sitting position, her temples started to pound, another consequence from a night of bubbly champagne and vodka shots.
The wall dispensed a dark liquid into a small cup, and she swallowed it, slightly gagging at the putrid taste. Almost immediately she felt the difference. Her lightheadedness faded, and her mind cleared.
The bed welcomed her with a warm sheet. She pulled it over her satin dress, she had worn last night to the Crim's outing. She had loved it the moment the wall gave it to her. With shiny, sequins sparkling off every shred of light, the empire waist and long flowing body covering her hips, gently draping against her muscular features. The best part was the exquisite color; like that of an expensive wine, aged to perfection. It was a purple burgundy that was simply indescribable. It had helped her stay bubbly, while making her the center of attention for originality in fashion. That's what it was all about these days. Trying to appear bubbly, making a fake façade to convince the other Crims nothing was wrong, and most of all, keeping everyone else bubbly.
The door slipped open and Zane followed suit. His golden eyes sparkling in the bright room lights. Behind him, a small tray floated in holding a small platter of fruits and cakes.
"Thought you'd be hungry." He sat down beside her on the bed, placing a slender hand on her shoulder. The tray hovered over to them, and she picked up a strawberry, cramming it into her mouth.
"You were correct." She kissed him before he could say another word. His lips were supple and connected to hers as if they were made for each other. The sick part was that they were. In all their perfect glory, their lips were engineered to fit exactly with the opposite sex. It almost seemed wrong to feel so enamored at his touch. Her cheeks burnt red as she realized that it should seem that way. She should be able to get pass the silly things like that. She was after all cured, but why did she still feel the way she did at his imminent presence.
"What's wrong?" Zane's eyes bared into hers. She had been so caught up in that thought, that she hadn't realized her lips had stopped working.
"Just thinking."
"Well that's some pretty intense-making thinking you're doing." His thin lips curled into a bubbly smile.
She returned his gaze. "It's just… a lot of bad bubblehead thoughts."
"Ah." Zane combed his fingers through his dark hair, a thoughtful smirk on his face.
"I was just thinking about how perfect it is for us… when we're together."
He nodded, still pensive.
She continued in a weakened voice, embarrassed to even have brought it up. "They made us like that. Who's to say that they didn't make our heads like this too?"
"You mean, did they make us fall in love?"
Tally's breath shortened at the phrase.
His eyes traveled the features of her face, practically reading her mind. Nodding at the realization that she was caught off guard by his idea. "Not anymore. We make our own choices now. We chose to feel this."