Summer of Love
Title: Summer of Love
Fandom:RPF
Characters/Pairings:Jared Padalecki/Zooey Deschanel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once.
Note: This might be a little...odd. I'm trying to get back into an actual writing groove. This is set when Zooey starts rehearsing for her Janis Joplin biopic
At first he was a little intimidated by this raw, loudmouthed woman who had invaded every portion of Zooey’s life. She could heard blaring from the speakers at every opportunity. She could be seen if you squinted at Zooey’s growing bangs and eyebrows, heard while Zooey tried to perfect that rough gravely voice as she strummed her guitar.
It didn’t end with Janis, all the main players of the sixties started to make appearances around the apartment. Grace Slick was exotic and breath taking, asking you to wander down the rabbit hole. Hendrix played his otherworldly riffs and left you standing there dazed like you had a religious experience.
Music like that soaked straight into your bloodstream like you had an acid trip yourself, made you feel powerful and strong. Music like that lead to long steamy nights in the bedroom they now shared. Music like that made you finally feel brave enough for I love yous whispered as you lay panting on wrinkled sheets after making love in the middle of the afternoon.
Music like that made you feel alive.
Music like that made you realize just how awesome life could be if you just let go.
Fandom:RPF
Characters/Pairings:Jared Padalecki/Zooey Deschanel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened, not even once.
Note: This might be a little...odd. I'm trying to get back into an actual writing groove. This is set when Zooey starts rehearsing for her Janis Joplin biopic
At first he was a little intimidated by this raw, loudmouthed woman who had invaded every portion of Zooey’s life. She could heard blaring from the speakers at every opportunity. She could be seen if you squinted at Zooey’s growing bangs and eyebrows, heard while Zooey tried to perfect that rough gravely voice as she strummed her guitar.
It didn’t end with Janis, all the main players of the sixties started to make appearances around the apartment. Grace Slick was exotic and breath taking, asking you to wander down the rabbit hole. Hendrix played his otherworldly riffs and left you standing there dazed like you had a religious experience.
Music like that soaked straight into your bloodstream like you had an acid trip yourself, made you feel powerful and strong. Music like that lead to long steamy nights in the bedroom they now shared. Music like that made you finally feel brave enough for I love yous whispered as you lay panting on wrinkled sheets after making love in the middle of the afternoon.
Music like that made you feel alive.
Music like that made you realize just how awesome life could be if you just let go.