Permission Granted (Nellie / Peter) and Bonne Nuit (Sarah / Alec)
From lady-macgyver - Oooh, how about hey I have to photograph someone for class will you be my model for Peter/Nellie and/or my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor for Sarah/Alec :)
Permission Granted (Nellie / Peter)
“Hey!” Nellie yells from across the small cafeteria, “what do you think you’re doing?!” She marches over to the guy with an eyebrow piercing and glares at him. “Don’t even try to deny it. I saw you. You were taking pictures of me.”
“I was,” he confirms with a nonchalant shrug. “You’re the prettiest one around here, babe.”
“That does not give you the right to take pictures of me without my permission!”
“I have a stupid project which has me taking candid, everyday pictures of people going about in their boring lives. I haven’t found anyone worth my time until you came along, Princess. I’ll show you.”
Peter taps on a couple of keys on his laptop and pictures of her pop up on his screen. Nellie really doesn’t want to admit it but he did capture her in a very flattering way. It’s hard to be angry when you look so pretty. “This one is my favourite,” he tells her, “the sun hits you at a perfect angle and you look just like an angel.”
Her faces matches the colour of her hair at his honest comments and she keeps her head bowed to avoid his eyes. She looks up when she hears the familiar clicking of his camera that lead her to him in the first place and blushes harder when she finds him snapping pictures of her again. “You still don’t have my permission! Stop it!”
“You look really cute when you blush. What am I supposed to do? I can’t just let the moment pass.”
“Ask for permission!”
“Fine,” he rolls his big brown eyes again. “Will you be my model, babe? Please?” he adds when he sees the reluctant look on her face. “They’re not unflattering or dirty pictures. It’s just for a project. Help a fellow student out.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you, babe. Can I call you if I have another project like this?”
“Sure.”
“Can I call you if I don’t have any projects at all?”
“Why would you do that?”
“I like you.”
Nellie bites her lips and take a deep breath, hoping it’d be enough to cool her flushed face. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Then maybe you should sit down,” Peter offers smugly, pulling out a chair for her. “We could get to know each other.”
She does and by the end of the day, as he runs his tongue along her lips, she thinks it’s the best decision she ever made.
* * *
Bonne Nuit (Sarah / Alec)
Alec curses under his breath as he drags his feet across his tiny dorm room from his bed to the door. He swears, if this is another one of those stupid knock-and-run pranks, there will be hell to pay. He almost rips the door from its hinges in his sleepy rage and gets ready to pounce on whichever one of those little drunken idiots when a flash of red catches his eye. He still feels the urge to pounce but it’s for a whole new reason this time.
Sarah looks at Alec with tired eyes and pouty lips as she clutches her pillow tightly to her chest. “I didn’t you’d be asleep already,” she says apologetically and tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry. I’ll just go.”
He grabs her arm but releases almost immediately. “Come in, Darlin’,” he steps aside to let her in and is quite relieved that he actually managed to clean up his room a little earlier today. “What happened?”
“Donna and John happened,” she glares at the door through her lashes and Alec thinks she looks just about as menacing as when she’s pouting like a three year old. “She just met the guy and they’re all over each other. I don’t know,” she sighs and sinks into his chair, burying her face in her French flag themed pillow. “I’m happy for her because she’s really happy now and he’s really good to her. I feel horrible that I’m mad at her for having her boyfriend over. Am I a bad person?”
“Not at all,” he assures her quickly. “You’re actually the nicest person I know.”
“Thanks,” she blushes cutely. “I wish I had a room to myself like you. How did you get a room to yourself?”
“You piss enough people off, build up a reputation as impossible to live with and they give you a room to yourself. True story,” he grins.
“Did you piss people off on purpose so you can have a room to yourself?”
“I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing,” he replies with a cheeky wink.
Sarah giggles and toss her pillow at him. “You’re horrible.”
“I know,” he shrugs, “but in exchange, I get a room to myself.”
“Lucky you. So,” she bats her eyelashes at him and smile sweetly, “can I sleep here tonight? I’ll just curl up in a corner. You won’t even notice me.”
“I think I’d notice a pretty girl sleeping on my floor, Sarah,” he smiles and moves away from his bed. “You can sleep on my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Before she can argue, he ushers her to his bed, tossing his sweater out of the way before settling down on the floor.
Moments pass and Sarah shifts to lay on her side, watching Alec sleep and smiles. “Alec?” she whispers. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he replies sleepily, “you have to pay rent. I want those Madeleines you made the other night.”
“Will you make them with me again?”
“Yes, Darlin’.”
She thought she heard him wrongly the first time but she definitely heard him right this time. “It’s a date.”
“I can’t wait. Good night, Sarah.”
“Bonne nuit,” she tells him with a happy sigh and thinks it’s a good thing that he has his own room because she can see them spending a lot of alone time in here in the near future.
Permission Granted (Nellie / Peter)
“Hey!” Nellie yells from across the small cafeteria, “what do you think you’re doing?!” She marches over to the guy with an eyebrow piercing and glares at him. “Don’t even try to deny it. I saw you. You were taking pictures of me.”
“I was,” he confirms with a nonchalant shrug. “You’re the prettiest one around here, babe.”
“That does not give you the right to take pictures of me without my permission!”
“I have a stupid project which has me taking candid, everyday pictures of people going about in their boring lives. I haven’t found anyone worth my time until you came along, Princess. I’ll show you.”
Peter taps on a couple of keys on his laptop and pictures of her pop up on his screen. Nellie really doesn’t want to admit it but he did capture her in a very flattering way. It’s hard to be angry when you look so pretty. “This one is my favourite,” he tells her, “the sun hits you at a perfect angle and you look just like an angel.”
Her faces matches the colour of her hair at his honest comments and she keeps her head bowed to avoid his eyes. She looks up when she hears the familiar clicking of his camera that lead her to him in the first place and blushes harder when she finds him snapping pictures of her again. “You still don’t have my permission! Stop it!”
“You look really cute when you blush. What am I supposed to do? I can’t just let the moment pass.”
“Ask for permission!”
“Fine,” he rolls his big brown eyes again. “Will you be my model, babe? Please?” he adds when he sees the reluctant look on her face. “They’re not unflattering or dirty pictures. It’s just for a project. Help a fellow student out.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you, babe. Can I call you if I have another project like this?”
“Sure.”
“Can I call you if I don’t have any projects at all?”
“Why would you do that?”
“I like you.”
Nellie bites her lips and take a deep breath, hoping it’d be enough to cool her flushed face. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Then maybe you should sit down,” Peter offers smugly, pulling out a chair for her. “We could get to know each other.”
She does and by the end of the day, as he runs his tongue along her lips, she thinks it’s the best decision she ever made.
* * *
Bonne Nuit (Sarah / Alec)
Alec curses under his breath as he drags his feet across his tiny dorm room from his bed to the door. He swears, if this is another one of those stupid knock-and-run pranks, there will be hell to pay. He almost rips the door from its hinges in his sleepy rage and gets ready to pounce on whichever one of those little drunken idiots when a flash of red catches his eye. He still feels the urge to pounce but it’s for a whole new reason this time.
Sarah looks at Alec with tired eyes and pouty lips as she clutches her pillow tightly to her chest. “I didn’t you’d be asleep already,” she says apologetically and tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry. I’ll just go.”
He grabs her arm but releases almost immediately. “Come in, Darlin’,” he steps aside to let her in and is quite relieved that he actually managed to clean up his room a little earlier today. “What happened?”
“Donna and John happened,” she glares at the door through her lashes and Alec thinks she looks just about as menacing as when she’s pouting like a three year old. “She just met the guy and they’re all over each other. I don’t know,” she sighs and sinks into his chair, burying her face in her French flag themed pillow. “I’m happy for her because she’s really happy now and he’s really good to her. I feel horrible that I’m mad at her for having her boyfriend over. Am I a bad person?”
“Not at all,” he assures her quickly. “You’re actually the nicest person I know.”
“Thanks,” she blushes cutely. “I wish I had a room to myself like you. How did you get a room to yourself?”
“You piss enough people off, build up a reputation as impossible to live with and they give you a room to yourself. True story,” he grins.
“Did you piss people off on purpose so you can have a room to yourself?”
“I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing,” he replies with a cheeky wink.
Sarah giggles and toss her pillow at him. “You’re horrible.”
“I know,” he shrugs, “but in exchange, I get a room to myself.”
“Lucky you. So,” she bats her eyelashes at him and smile sweetly, “can I sleep here tonight? I’ll just curl up in a corner. You won’t even notice me.”
“I think I’d notice a pretty girl sleeping on my floor, Sarah,” he smiles and moves away from his bed. “You can sleep on my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Before she can argue, he ushers her to his bed, tossing his sweater out of the way before settling down on the floor.
Moments pass and Sarah shifts to lay on her side, watching Alec sleep and smiles. “Alec?” she whispers. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he replies sleepily, “you have to pay rent. I want those Madeleines you made the other night.”
“Will you make them with me again?”
“Yes, Darlin’.”
She thought she heard him wrongly the first time but she definitely heard him right this time. “It’s a date.”
“I can’t wait. Good night, Sarah.”
“Bonne nuit,” she tells him with a happy sigh and thinks it’s a good thing that he has his own room because she can see them spending a lot of alone time in here in the near future.