Selective Memory
Title:Selective Memory
Fandom:VRV
Characters/Pairings:John/Tara
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 31_days: one by one the nights will fall
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
It started out like something out of a the romance novels she would never admit to reading. Stolen glances right under their brother’s noses, secret make out sessions in the closet, steamy nights under the slightly childish pink comforter that for some reason she refused to throw away.
It was like they were sixteen again. Only this time there was no school (even though she hadn’t set foot in one for a good five years and he had just moved on to one that was more expensive), no little brothers to worry about (they were too worried about each other), no responsibilities, and no ties.
“What are we doing?” John asked one night as her candles cast shadowy tattoos along his bare back.
Tara bit her lip and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Recovering from yet another round of hot sex?” she offered hopefully.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, his blue eyes are intense and dark as he studies a flickering candle before they settle back on her. “Does it feel different to you?”
“What?”
“The sex,” he said plainly.
“No,” she admitted softly, picking a thread off the comforter. “It feels the same as the day you left.”
“We didn’t have sex the day I left,” he pointed out.
“We didn’t?” She made a confused face. “Seriously? I could have sworn we…”
John shook his head. “I stopped by your room and knocked on the door but you just turned up your music. Then Jake found me and said that I was in real big trouble because you threw my jacket out the window.”
She smiled a little, ruffling his hair. “You’re obviously making this crap up, don’t remember any of this.” She paused, her smile widening. “Okay, I remember the jacket, and now I know you’re lying.”
“What!? How can I be lying if you remember the jacket bit?”
“I said I remembered the jacket, not the jacket bit,” Tara corrected. “I remember it was one awesome jacket, and I know I wouldn’t have tossed it so you‘re clearly full of crap.”
“Yeah well you’re clearly delusional,” he shot back, but there was a smile on his face.
“Well think of it this way,” Tara said as she inched closer and pressed her lips to his. “We have a whole summer to argue about whose right.”
“And when it’s over?”
She shook her head. “We’re not talking about that yet.”
But she knew they would have to. One by one the nights would end, until they were inevitably left with another last day, but when it ended this time?
She was determined to remember every detail.
Fandom:VRV
Characters/Pairings:John/Tara
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 31_days: one by one the nights will fall
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
It started out like something out of a the romance novels she would never admit to reading. Stolen glances right under their brother’s noses, secret make out sessions in the closet, steamy nights under the slightly childish pink comforter that for some reason she refused to throw away.
It was like they were sixteen again. Only this time there was no school (even though she hadn’t set foot in one for a good five years and he had just moved on to one that was more expensive), no little brothers to worry about (they were too worried about each other), no responsibilities, and no ties.
“What are we doing?” John asked one night as her candles cast shadowy tattoos along his bare back.
Tara bit her lip and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Recovering from yet another round of hot sex?” she offered hopefully.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, his blue eyes are intense and dark as he studies a flickering candle before they settle back on her. “Does it feel different to you?”
“What?”
“The sex,” he said plainly.
“No,” she admitted softly, picking a thread off the comforter. “It feels the same as the day you left.”
“We didn’t have sex the day I left,” he pointed out.
“We didn’t?” She made a confused face. “Seriously? I could have sworn we…”
John shook his head. “I stopped by your room and knocked on the door but you just turned up your music. Then Jake found me and said that I was in real big trouble because you threw my jacket out the window.”
She smiled a little, ruffling his hair. “You’re obviously making this crap up, don’t remember any of this.” She paused, her smile widening. “Okay, I remember the jacket, and now I know you’re lying.”
“What!? How can I be lying if you remember the jacket bit?”
“I said I remembered the jacket, not the jacket bit,” Tara corrected. “I remember it was one awesome jacket, and I know I wouldn’t have tossed it so you‘re clearly full of crap.”
“Yeah well you’re clearly delusional,” he shot back, but there was a smile on his face.
“Well think of it this way,” Tara said as she inched closer and pressed her lips to his. “We have a whole summer to argue about whose right.”
“And when it’s over?”
She shook her head. “We’re not talking about that yet.”
But she knew they would have to. One by one the nights would end, until they were inevitably left with another last day, but when it ended this time?
She was determined to remember every detail.