My Romance - Angelina/Katie - R
Title: My Romance
Author: Dulcinea
Pairing: Angelina/Katie
Rating: R for language and nudity.
Warnings: Incredibly, almost disgustingly fluffy. You have been warned.
Notes: Include chocolate, flowers and hair ribbons.
Written for Pang (exiledjen). Thanks for giving me the opportunity to bring the fluff, which I haven't done in awhile, and I hope you like it! XD
Katie knew what she was in for, from the day she agreed to her first date with Angelina Johnson.
They were still little more than girls then, fresh out of Hogwarts and ecstatic about playing together again on the Holyhead Harpies, but Katie saw the anxious light in Angelina’s eye when she gruffly suggested a celebratory drink - platonic, of course, just two teammates out on the town. They ended up at a Muggle pub, Katie’s drink adorned with the only paper umbrella to be seen in the place, and Angelina kissed her as Wales scored the winning goal against Northern Ireland. It seemed oddly appropriate, the deafening roar of applause that followed such a long-awaited kiss.
For their one month anniversary, Katie bought Angelina a pendant shaped like a quaffle, hung on a slender silver chain which she thought would look lovely against her girlfriend’s dark skin. She was only just able to blink back tears when Angelina slipped it into her pocket, then cocked her head and offered a sheepish grin: “Kate, you know I don’t do jewelry.”
Of course she knew. Just like she knew, when they moved in together, that there would be no more fresh flowers on the kitchen table: “They just die anyway,” Angelina snorted, whisking Katie’s cut-crystal vase away into one of the cupboards. No bright tulips or daisies framing Angelina’s lovely face as she sat across the table from Katie, rubbing at her eyes and sipping black coffee - an image Katie had cherished ever since they’d first begun dating.
She lived with it, sidestepping potential arguments wherever they arose, because she knew Angelina wasn’t trying to be cruel or thoughtless - it simply wasn’t her style, the whole business of romance. It all seemed rather silly to Angelina, constant and lavish displays of the affection she seemed to feel should be a given: “You know I love you, right?” She’d say, brows drawn together in confusion. And Katie would nod sadly, because Angelina did love her.
And Katie loved Angelina, enough to declare that their one year anniversary should pass without any sort of fanfare. “I’ll go get a tub of ice cream and a bottle of wine,” she announced mischeviously. “We can lie about in bed all day getting fat and pissed, and then shag like mad before one or the both of us has to throw up.” Angelina laughed and declared it the perfect plan, and Katie smiled through the tiny stab of pain in her chest. Every couple had to compromise, didn’t they? There was no such thing as a perfect relationship, only a functional one.
Unfortunately, both the ice cream and the bottle of wine met an early demise when Katie opened the door to their flat and saw her vase in the middle of the kitchen table, full of fresh yellow tulips.
“Oh, fucking hell!” She cursed loudly, but a moment later the mess was forgotten - a single heart-shaped chocolate wrapped in gold foil lay in the puddle at her feet. She picked it up and another appeared in front of her, and another and another, slowly leading her through the kitchen and toward the corridor to their bedroom. Both hands were practically overflowing with chocolates when she elbowed open the bedroom door to find Angelina draped across their bed, wearing nothing but the tiny quaffle pendant nestled between her breasts.
“What?” Angelina demanded when she saw the dumbfounded expression on Katie’s face. “Did you think I was totally incapable of being a decent girlfriend?”
Tears spilled from Katie’s eyes as she let her armful of chocolates fall to the ground in a glittering cascade. She clambered across the bed and rested her head against Angelina’s firm abdomen, a smile touching her lips when Angelina pulled the ribbon from her blonde hair and began stroking it gently.
“You’re not a decent girlfriend,” Katie whispered into her mocha skin. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”
Author: Dulcinea
Pairing: Angelina/Katie
Rating: R for language and nudity.
Warnings: Incredibly, almost disgustingly fluffy. You have been warned.
Notes: Include chocolate, flowers and hair ribbons.
Written for Pang (exiledjen). Thanks for giving me the opportunity to bring the fluff, which I haven't done in awhile, and I hope you like it! XD
Katie knew what she was in for, from the day she agreed to her first date with Angelina Johnson.
They were still little more than girls then, fresh out of Hogwarts and ecstatic about playing together again on the Holyhead Harpies, but Katie saw the anxious light in Angelina’s eye when she gruffly suggested a celebratory drink - platonic, of course, just two teammates out on the town. They ended up at a Muggle pub, Katie’s drink adorned with the only paper umbrella to be seen in the place, and Angelina kissed her as Wales scored the winning goal against Northern Ireland. It seemed oddly appropriate, the deafening roar of applause that followed such a long-awaited kiss.
For their one month anniversary, Katie bought Angelina a pendant shaped like a quaffle, hung on a slender silver chain which she thought would look lovely against her girlfriend’s dark skin. She was only just able to blink back tears when Angelina slipped it into her pocket, then cocked her head and offered a sheepish grin: “Kate, you know I don’t do jewelry.”
Of course she knew. Just like she knew, when they moved in together, that there would be no more fresh flowers on the kitchen table: “They just die anyway,” Angelina snorted, whisking Katie’s cut-crystal vase away into one of the cupboards. No bright tulips or daisies framing Angelina’s lovely face as she sat across the table from Katie, rubbing at her eyes and sipping black coffee - an image Katie had cherished ever since they’d first begun dating.
She lived with it, sidestepping potential arguments wherever they arose, because she knew Angelina wasn’t trying to be cruel or thoughtless - it simply wasn’t her style, the whole business of romance. It all seemed rather silly to Angelina, constant and lavish displays of the affection she seemed to feel should be a given: “You know I love you, right?” She’d say, brows drawn together in confusion. And Katie would nod sadly, because Angelina did love her.
And Katie loved Angelina, enough to declare that their one year anniversary should pass without any sort of fanfare. “I’ll go get a tub of ice cream and a bottle of wine,” she announced mischeviously. “We can lie about in bed all day getting fat and pissed, and then shag like mad before one or the both of us has to throw up.” Angelina laughed and declared it the perfect plan, and Katie smiled through the tiny stab of pain in her chest. Every couple had to compromise, didn’t they? There was no such thing as a perfect relationship, only a functional one.
Unfortunately, both the ice cream and the bottle of wine met an early demise when Katie opened the door to their flat and saw her vase in the middle of the kitchen table, full of fresh yellow tulips.
“Oh, fucking hell!” She cursed loudly, but a moment later the mess was forgotten - a single heart-shaped chocolate wrapped in gold foil lay in the puddle at her feet. She picked it up and another appeared in front of her, and another and another, slowly leading her through the kitchen and toward the corridor to their bedroom. Both hands were practically overflowing with chocolates when she elbowed open the bedroom door to find Angelina draped across their bed, wearing nothing but the tiny quaffle pendant nestled between her breasts.
“What?” Angelina demanded when she saw the dumbfounded expression on Katie’s face. “Did you think I was totally incapable of being a decent girlfriend?”
Tears spilled from Katie’s eyes as she let her armful of chocolates fall to the ground in a glittering cascade. She clambered across the bed and rested her head against Angelina’s firm abdomen, a smile touching her lips when Angelina pulled the ribbon from her blonde hair and began stroking it gently.
“You’re not a decent girlfriend,” Katie whispered into her mocha skin. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”