makeout meme comment fics
This is only some of them. I'm still finishing others up, but I'm splitting them into two posts.
do you wanna touch (Cameron/Erica/Tyler, TSN, for summerstorm who requested 'Porcellian Club')
It will happen like this:
Holly will get an invite and refuse to allow Erica, as her roommate, to waste another night inside. Erica will agree and get dressed and they'll take the bus over the river to that other campus. She'll get inside, through the door, and the first thought through her head will be that she doesn't understand why Mark was so obsessed with making it into one of these final clubs. Holly will drift away after thirty minutes.
There will be a guy that stands too close as he tries to entice her. Her savior will come in the form of two guys who send the overbearing one fleeing with a look. Twins and she will have to crane her head backwards in order to take them all in. They're tall, much taller than her.
Tyler and Cameron, they will introduce themselves with flashes of perfect white teeth, will get her a drink with something better than the cheap beer. But it will be Erica who starts it. They will talk and she will suddenly have the strongest urge to see if she can undo, mess up, that too put together image they have.
"I want you both," she will say after a little while longer.
There will be a room upstairs, deserted and quiet except for the dull throb of music and voices from below. She will sit on the couch first and as her bra strap digs into her shoulder she will reach for one of them. They will kiss until she remembers there are two.
"Both," Erica will say again and reach for the other.
He will join and then she will be caught between two warm bodies. Tyler, Tyler because she remembers he has the teasing glint in his eye, will suck bruises along her collarbone as she kisses his brother. Cameron will hold her face tight, fingers brushing Tyler's hair.
This is how it will happen.
Later, they will move back to their dorm suite. It will be Tyler's arm that lies heavy on her waist, but Cameron's shirt she wears.
lay yourself beside me (Sam/Ainsley, TWW, for tosca1390 who requested 'motorcade')
It is cold as they duck down into the car. Sam holds the door open, hand tight on Ainsley's elbow to help her slide in so she doesn't fall in the heels she's wearing. She smiles in thanks as he moves in after her. They are in the last car of the motorcade. They have it to themselves, everyone else out of the gala before them.
She pulls the pins holding her hair up, and he watches the sweep of her hair fall, glinting pale in the light through the window. He puts his arm around her when she puts her head on his coat covered shoulder. They are tired, drowsy from work and drinking champagne.
"I'm hungry," Ainsley says between yawns.
This is not new. She eats every four hours.
"I have leftover Thai from that new place," Sam answers the unspoken question that was in her statement.
"How old?"
"Still edible. Two days."
"Perfect." She inclines her head and kisses him, pulling back when the car stops at the rotunda with all the others.
Sam's hand is on her elbow as he helps her out.
dessert thief (Sam/Ainsley, TWW, for spyglass_ who requested 'white chocolate')
There is an event, a celebration for the Arts that has a name too long to remember and try to say after the number of drinks he's had. That's a lie. Sam hadn't remembered the name when he first got here and was actually sober. It doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
What does matter is that there is a plate of chocolate covered strawberries in front of him on the table. They are the only good food that he’s found here. And as if she possesses the ability to sniff out fruit desserts, which she probably does, right up there with ability to speak in iambic pentameter and reverse his positions, Ainsley Hayes appears at his side.
She takes the seat to his left, eyes wide and excited. "I've been looking all over for these. They ran out thirty minutes ago."
Before he can object, she steals one, plucks it from his plate with slender fingers. She eats it, the red of her lips matching the red of the berry.
"These are mine," Sam says. She looks affronted, as if he's the one stealing from her. He pulls the plate closer to him.
She arches her eyebrow, mouth twisting at the corner. “Oh really? Well, you’ve left some on your face.”
He pats at his face, fingers clumsy, but it’s the wrong side. She laughs at him, voice low in amusement, and it’s not malicious or triumphant at his ineptness. Reaching over, she gets the smear of white chocolate, wiping it on a napkin. And because she is bolder than him, where he will not act and she will, she leans forward and kisses him. It’s a quick press of her lips that lasts no longer than a few seconds. But it leaves him speechless.
Ainsley steals another strawberry from his plate and reclines back in her chair.
Sam can’t find it in himself to care.
it's better if we don't talk (Dustin/Erica, TSN, for empressearwig who requested 'Mark's bed)
Dustin reminds Erica of a guy she knew in high school. Shy in that slightly nerdy, goofy way. But quick to say whatever comes to mind without filtering it through his brain before letting it pass his lips.
She thinks he’s cute when they find each other in a bar weeks after she's single again. There are at least four major universities all near each other, Harvard and BU included, so this is not out of the ordinary to happen. They're both drunk, both riding a buzz from the pitcher special of the evening.
Erica recognizes him as Mark's friend from the few times she was actually in Mark's suite. She doesn't really care that he’s Mark’s friend. He doesn't seem to either after she's got her tongue in his mouth. He's muttering something about sharks when they get inside the suite. She pushes him down and climbs on top to straddle his thighs.
It's only when she's putting her shirt back on, her bra never comes off, that she realizes it's Mark's bed they just had sex in. The small grin doesn't die from her face all the way home.
do you wanna touch (Cameron/Erica/Tyler, TSN, for summerstorm who requested 'Porcellian Club')
It will happen like this:
Holly will get an invite and refuse to allow Erica, as her roommate, to waste another night inside. Erica will agree and get dressed and they'll take the bus over the river to that other campus. She'll get inside, through the door, and the first thought through her head will be that she doesn't understand why Mark was so obsessed with making it into one of these final clubs. Holly will drift away after thirty minutes.
There will be a guy that stands too close as he tries to entice her. Her savior will come in the form of two guys who send the overbearing one fleeing with a look. Twins and she will have to crane her head backwards in order to take them all in. They're tall, much taller than her.
Tyler and Cameron, they will introduce themselves with flashes of perfect white teeth, will get her a drink with something better than the cheap beer. But it will be Erica who starts it. They will talk and she will suddenly have the strongest urge to see if she can undo, mess up, that too put together image they have.
"I want you both," she will say after a little while longer.
There will be a room upstairs, deserted and quiet except for the dull throb of music and voices from below. She will sit on the couch first and as her bra strap digs into her shoulder she will reach for one of them. They will kiss until she remembers there are two.
"Both," Erica will say again and reach for the other.
He will join and then she will be caught between two warm bodies. Tyler, Tyler because she remembers he has the teasing glint in his eye, will suck bruises along her collarbone as she kisses his brother. Cameron will hold her face tight, fingers brushing Tyler's hair.
This is how it will happen.
Later, they will move back to their dorm suite. It will be Tyler's arm that lies heavy on her waist, but Cameron's shirt she wears.
lay yourself beside me (Sam/Ainsley, TWW, for tosca1390 who requested 'motorcade')
It is cold as they duck down into the car. Sam holds the door open, hand tight on Ainsley's elbow to help her slide in so she doesn't fall in the heels she's wearing. She smiles in thanks as he moves in after her. They are in the last car of the motorcade. They have it to themselves, everyone else out of the gala before them.
She pulls the pins holding her hair up, and he watches the sweep of her hair fall, glinting pale in the light through the window. He puts his arm around her when she puts her head on his coat covered shoulder. They are tired, drowsy from work and drinking champagne.
"I'm hungry," Ainsley says between yawns.
This is not new. She eats every four hours.
"I have leftover Thai from that new place," Sam answers the unspoken question that was in her statement.
"How old?"
"Still edible. Two days."
"Perfect." She inclines her head and kisses him, pulling back when the car stops at the rotunda with all the others.
Sam's hand is on her elbow as he helps her out.
dessert thief (Sam/Ainsley, TWW, for spyglass_ who requested 'white chocolate')
There is an event, a celebration for the Arts that has a name too long to remember and try to say after the number of drinks he's had. That's a lie. Sam hadn't remembered the name when he first got here and was actually sober. It doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
What does matter is that there is a plate of chocolate covered strawberries in front of him on the table. They are the only good food that he’s found here. And as if she possesses the ability to sniff out fruit desserts, which she probably does, right up there with ability to speak in iambic pentameter and reverse his positions, Ainsley Hayes appears at his side.
She takes the seat to his left, eyes wide and excited. "I've been looking all over for these. They ran out thirty minutes ago."
Before he can object, she steals one, plucks it from his plate with slender fingers. She eats it, the red of her lips matching the red of the berry.
"These are mine," Sam says. She looks affronted, as if he's the one stealing from her. He pulls the plate closer to him.
She arches her eyebrow, mouth twisting at the corner. “Oh really? Well, you’ve left some on your face.”
He pats at his face, fingers clumsy, but it’s the wrong side. She laughs at him, voice low in amusement, and it’s not malicious or triumphant at his ineptness. Reaching over, she gets the smear of white chocolate, wiping it on a napkin. And because she is bolder than him, where he will not act and she will, she leans forward and kisses him. It’s a quick press of her lips that lasts no longer than a few seconds. But it leaves him speechless.
Ainsley steals another strawberry from his plate and reclines back in her chair.
Sam can’t find it in himself to care.
it's better if we don't talk (Dustin/Erica, TSN, for empressearwig who requested 'Mark's bed)
Dustin reminds Erica of a guy she knew in high school. Shy in that slightly nerdy, goofy way. But quick to say whatever comes to mind without filtering it through his brain before letting it pass his lips.
She thinks he’s cute when they find each other in a bar weeks after she's single again. There are at least four major universities all near each other, Harvard and BU included, so this is not out of the ordinary to happen. They're both drunk, both riding a buzz from the pitcher special of the evening.
Erica recognizes him as Mark's friend from the few times she was actually in Mark's suite. She doesn't really care that he’s Mark’s friend. He doesn't seem to either after she's got her tongue in his mouth. He's muttering something about sharks when they get inside the suite. She pushes him down and climbs on top to straddle his thighs.
It's only when she's putting her shirt back on, her bra never comes off, that she realizes it's Mark's bed they just had sex in. The small grin doesn't die from her face all the way home.