fic: reach
Title: Reach, or 5 Times Ned and Chuck Touched Without Touching
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Ned/Chuck
Rating: PG-15? R? (I honestly have no idea.)
Summary: Reach, she said, for no one else but you.
Notes: For bertiebob. Because she told me to. (Prompt me more, kk?)
She thinks they have more chemistry when there's this rule that they're not allowed to touch. It helps her to be more creative. How is she gonna be able to touch him if she can't touch him?
one.
She buys two pairs of rubber gloves at the store one day, along with a tub of ice cream, some carrots and two tomatoes.
She casually tosses a pair at Ned, then slips the other pair on. He makes a face, but puts them on anyway.
They hold hands while walking down the street, and it's the happiest she's been since before she died. (Also, the best $12 she ever spent.)
The next day, she finds a whole boxful of gloves in the bathroom. She smiles.
two.
She turns the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and locks the door.
"Looks like we're done for the day, then."
He walks up to her, and before she can protest, he kisses her. His hands are all over her face, and he's kissing her. She can feel his hands in her hair, on her face. Suddenly, she's sliding her hands to his shirt and loosening his tie. It drops to the floor a second later, and soon, there's a small pile of clothes next to them, and she's suddenly so happy that she closed all the blinds tonight.
His hands are all over her, and hers are on him. She can feel his heart beating in sync with hers, and places her hand on his chest.
He doesn't take his eyes off her the entire time. And when it's over, he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, and kisses her forehead softly.
She wakes up suddenly, flushed, and she looks over to Ned, sleeping so close to her, and sighs.
three.
It tastes a bit strange, but she's a hurricane, & as it turns out, he likes the weather.
She sighs into his plastic wrapped mouth, and he tries his hardest not to wrap his arms around her and tangle his fingers in her hair. He knows he can't, actually can't, or she'll die again, but he can't help but want to. He has to hold his hands behind his back to stop himself. She, on the other hand, is dangerously close.
"You really shouldn't do that."
She just smiles and kisses him, again and again and again.
four.
Every morning, she uses his toiletries; shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush.
Some people would find that unhygienic, she finds it romantic.
five.
"If it wasn't such a bad thing," said Chuck between bites of pie, "I'd touch your face. I mean, you've touched mine. It's only fair."
Ned looked at her, quizzical brow. "If it wasn't going to kill you," takes a bite, "I'd let you."
"I just want to be able to-" she stops herself, puts her fork onto her plate.
"Be able to?"
She shakes her head, "not important."
He leans over the table and wipes her face with a napkin. "It is."
"Reach," she said, "for no one else but you."
He smiles and almost holds her hand.
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Ned/Chuck
Rating: PG-15? R? (I honestly have no idea.)
Summary: Reach, she said, for no one else but you.
Notes: For bertiebob. Because she told me to. (Prompt me more, kk?)
She thinks they have more chemistry when there's this rule that they're not allowed to touch. It helps her to be more creative. How is she gonna be able to touch him if she can't touch him?
one.
She buys two pairs of rubber gloves at the store one day, along with a tub of ice cream, some carrots and two tomatoes.
She casually tosses a pair at Ned, then slips the other pair on. He makes a face, but puts them on anyway.
They hold hands while walking down the street, and it's the happiest she's been since before she died. (Also, the best $12 she ever spent.)
The next day, she finds a whole boxful of gloves in the bathroom. She smiles.
two.
She turns the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and locks the door.
"Looks like we're done for the day, then."
He walks up to her, and before she can protest, he kisses her. His hands are all over her face, and he's kissing her. She can feel his hands in her hair, on her face. Suddenly, she's sliding her hands to his shirt and loosening his tie. It drops to the floor a second later, and soon, there's a small pile of clothes next to them, and she's suddenly so happy that she closed all the blinds tonight.
His hands are all over her, and hers are on him. She can feel his heart beating in sync with hers, and places her hand on his chest.
He doesn't take his eyes off her the entire time. And when it's over, he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, and kisses her forehead softly.
She wakes up suddenly, flushed, and she looks over to Ned, sleeping so close to her, and sighs.
three.
It tastes a bit strange, but she's a hurricane, & as it turns out, he likes the weather.
She sighs into his plastic wrapped mouth, and he tries his hardest not to wrap his arms around her and tangle his fingers in her hair. He knows he can't, actually can't, or she'll die again, but he can't help but want to. He has to hold his hands behind his back to stop himself. She, on the other hand, is dangerously close.
"You really shouldn't do that."
She just smiles and kisses him, again and again and again.
four.
Every morning, she uses his toiletries; shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush.
Some people would find that unhygienic, she finds it romantic.
five.
"If it wasn't such a bad thing," said Chuck between bites of pie, "I'd touch your face. I mean, you've touched mine. It's only fair."
Ned looked at her, quizzical brow. "If it wasn't going to kill you," takes a bite, "I'd let you."
"I just want to be able to-" she stops herself, puts her fork onto her plate.
"Be able to?"
She shakes her head, "not important."
He leans over the table and wipes her face with a napkin. "It is."
"Reach," she said, "for no one else but you."
He smiles and almost holds her hand.