Drabble: Just Gwen (G)
Title: Just Gwen
Author: Luxuria_Oceanus
Word Count: 207 (According to MW)
Rating: G (I think)
Genre: Fluff with a tiny bit of angst.
Time line: Set somewhere in my imagination. Seriously.
Author's Note: Wow. I was feeling romantic. And this was supposed to be 100 words (supposed to be for the damn challenge on Saturday) but my muse refused to write 100 words, this I share this mega drabble with you... and now I have to go to class >.<
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Jack and Gwen play a game in his office; Jack in his office chair and Gwen on the desk, right in front of him.
"Am I a fictional character?" He asks, 'causing Gwen to grin as she looks at the name scribbled on the post-it on Jack's forehead.
"Yes."
"Romeo!"
They both break into laughter before Gwen collects herself, "Wait! My turn. Did you die for me?"
Jack's smile slowly fades as he nods and it makes Gwen swallow hard.
She catches the double meaning in her statement now.
"I'm your Juliet?"
Jack pulls her slowly to his lap and brushes her hair behind her ears and smiles. "No. You're Gwen."
She smiles softly, hoping through close eyelids as she asks yet another question. "Your Gwen?"
He watches her moisten her lips for him and it tempts him greatly, but he stays true to his answer. "No, just Gwen."
And with a kiss that she starts, he takes the post-it off her forehead and crumples it in his hand.
She'll never know what character he wrote for her.
Fantasies and dreams can live on paper, but in reality, things are very different.
So he'll write it, think it, feel it, but he'll never say it.
'My Gwen.'
Author: Luxuria_Oceanus
Word Count: 207 (According to MW)
Rating: G (I think)
Genre: Fluff with a tiny bit of angst.
Time line: Set somewhere in my imagination. Seriously.
Author's Note: Wow. I was feeling romantic. And this was supposed to be 100 words (supposed to be for the damn challenge on Saturday) but my muse refused to write 100 words, this I share this mega drabble with you... and now I have to go to class >.<
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack and Gwen play a game in his office; Jack in his office chair and Gwen on the desk, right in front of him.
"Am I a fictional character?" He asks, 'causing Gwen to grin as she looks at the name scribbled on the post-it on Jack's forehead.
"Yes."
"Romeo!"
They both break into laughter before Gwen collects herself, "Wait! My turn. Did you die for me?"
Jack's smile slowly fades as he nods and it makes Gwen swallow hard.
She catches the double meaning in her statement now.
"I'm your Juliet?"
Jack pulls her slowly to his lap and brushes her hair behind her ears and smiles. "No. You're Gwen."
She smiles softly, hoping through close eyelids as she asks yet another question. "Your Gwen?"
He watches her moisten her lips for him and it tempts him greatly, but he stays true to his answer. "No, just Gwen."
And with a kiss that she starts, he takes the post-it off her forehead and crumples it in his hand.
She'll never know what character he wrote for her.
Fantasies and dreams can live on paper, but in reality, things are very different.
So he'll write it, think it, feel it, but he'll never say it.
'My Gwen.'