Stories #1
I was inspired to write short stories by my friend Pirate_mousie based on a series of prompts from a community she joined recently, after reading some of her works. I don't know if I'll join the community yet, seeing as I don't have much confidence in my work.
Then again, there's no better way to improve by writing and have others read your writing. ^^; I'm shy, so sue me.
Title: Sleepless nights.
Word count:
Ratings: G (I think)
Summary: Barrick finds himself forced to reminisce, but does he mind?
Author's notes: This was done based on the Pistachio prompt "A kiss" and takes place during one of the 'in between' moments in my roleplay with Pirate_mousie where our characters aren't interacting with one another. Originally, I had planned to write with Barrick when he was younger, but this is what flowed out at the time. And I have to admit, I find this version much cuter. x3
It all began with a kiss.
Something so simple. So small and fleeting. Yet so overwhelming, so complex. It was nothing more then a peck on the lips, a quick brush between them.
But it was a kiss all the same.
Barrick sighed, rolling over on his lumpy mattress, brushing the tips of his fingers across his lips. He hadn't been kissed on the lips in nearly five years. He hadn't been so intrigued by anyone in five years, so shamefully lustful for anyone in that long gap of time.
Closing his eyes, the young teacher made yet another fruitless attempt to sleep. Royal blue eyes, as deep and intense as the sky in those few perfect moments between falling of dusk and twilight, glittered mischievously at him as he closed his eyes, filling his mind. An absent smile flickered across Barrick's face. Those blue-black bangs, the way they fell into that beautiful face, those full lips.
The way they had felt against his.
A kiss.
How sweet they had tasted, with a flavor he hadn't had the chance to identify before those full, sensual lips had pulled away, making him wonder. It had left him craving more, stirring desires and feelings from the depths of him that Barrick hadn't thought he would feel for another again.
Would those lips part in lovely laughter if Barrick confessed that every time he closed his eyes, he saw him and remembered that kiss? Or would a blush grace those cheeks?
Rolling over again restlessly, Barrick felt his cheeks grow hot as a blush brightly spread across his face. If only his sisters knew. They would tease him relentlessly for becoming so hung up on a single kiss. So hung up in fact that he couldn't sleep at night.
Rolling off the bed this time, Barrick paced to the window, running his hands through his short hair, leaving it sticking up in tufts in whichever direction they pleased. This was ridiculous; he had to teach in the morning and if he didn't get some sleep slow he would be a zombie for his class in the morning. Silently, he considered his problem, tilting his head as he stared at his reflection in the window.
"I'll forget it. He doesn't live around here anyway. Sure, he has my number but that doesn't mean he'll call. So it was nothing more then a little peck on the lips for fun. No reason to get so worked up about it." Barrick reasoned with his reflection. "Totally mind over matter." His hard words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and left him feeling a touch let down.
Sighing, Barrick slipped back into bed, determined and ready to go to sleep. As he laid on his back, he closed his eyes.
The way that cute butt had filled those jeans...
Barrick sighed again, and opened his eyes. Resigned to it by now, he grinned up at the ceiling.
It wasn't a terrible thing to have on mind, no matter his sincere worry that he would never see the gorgeous male again. In fact, he could get used to such thoughts, even if he lost some sleep.
Well...
A lot of sleep to be honest.
And all from a little kiss.
So there's the first of the two Pistachio stories I wrote. I thought I would have the second one typed up tonight as well, but it's getting late and I have work tomorrow. So when I get home tomorrow, I'll type up the second one and post it. :3
Out of the two, this one is my favourite simply because I like how adorably stuck on the kiss Barrick is. ^^
Then again, there's no better way to improve by writing and have others read your writing. ^^; I'm shy, so sue me.
Title: Sleepless nights.
Word count:
Ratings: G (I think)
Summary: Barrick finds himself forced to reminisce, but does he mind?
Author's notes: This was done based on the Pistachio prompt "A kiss" and takes place during one of the 'in between' moments in my roleplay with Pirate_mousie where our characters aren't interacting with one another. Originally, I had planned to write with Barrick when he was younger, but this is what flowed out at the time. And I have to admit, I find this version much cuter. x3
It all began with a kiss.
Something so simple. So small and fleeting. Yet so overwhelming, so complex. It was nothing more then a peck on the lips, a quick brush between them.
But it was a kiss all the same.
Barrick sighed, rolling over on his lumpy mattress, brushing the tips of his fingers across his lips. He hadn't been kissed on the lips in nearly five years. He hadn't been so intrigued by anyone in five years, so shamefully lustful for anyone in that long gap of time.
Closing his eyes, the young teacher made yet another fruitless attempt to sleep. Royal blue eyes, as deep and intense as the sky in those few perfect moments between falling of dusk and twilight, glittered mischievously at him as he closed his eyes, filling his mind. An absent smile flickered across Barrick's face. Those blue-black bangs, the way they fell into that beautiful face, those full lips.
The way they had felt against his.
A kiss.
How sweet they had tasted, with a flavor he hadn't had the chance to identify before those full, sensual lips had pulled away, making him wonder. It had left him craving more, stirring desires and feelings from the depths of him that Barrick hadn't thought he would feel for another again.
Would those lips part in lovely laughter if Barrick confessed that every time he closed his eyes, he saw him and remembered that kiss? Or would a blush grace those cheeks?
Rolling over again restlessly, Barrick felt his cheeks grow hot as a blush brightly spread across his face. If only his sisters knew. They would tease him relentlessly for becoming so hung up on a single kiss. So hung up in fact that he couldn't sleep at night.
Rolling off the bed this time, Barrick paced to the window, running his hands through his short hair, leaving it sticking up in tufts in whichever direction they pleased. This was ridiculous; he had to teach in the morning and if he didn't get some sleep slow he would be a zombie for his class in the morning. Silently, he considered his problem, tilting his head as he stared at his reflection in the window.
"I'll forget it. He doesn't live around here anyway. Sure, he has my number but that doesn't mean he'll call. So it was nothing more then a little peck on the lips for fun. No reason to get so worked up about it." Barrick reasoned with his reflection. "Totally mind over matter." His hard words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and left him feeling a touch let down.
Sighing, Barrick slipped back into bed, determined and ready to go to sleep. As he laid on his back, he closed his eyes.
The way that cute butt had filled those jeans...
Barrick sighed again, and opened his eyes. Resigned to it by now, he grinned up at the ceiling.
It wasn't a terrible thing to have on mind, no matter his sincere worry that he would never see the gorgeous male again. In fact, he could get used to such thoughts, even if he lost some sleep.
Well...
A lot of sleep to be honest.
And all from a little kiss.
So there's the first of the two Pistachio stories I wrote. I thought I would have the second one typed up tonight as well, but it's getting late and I have work tomorrow. So when I get home tomorrow, I'll type up the second one and post it. :3
Out of the two, this one is my favourite simply because I like how adorably stuck on the kiss Barrick is. ^^