The 31 Aspects Meme
After reading the wonderful fics that both ralst and ariestess have thrown out because of this fascinating meme I've finally decided to give it a go.
There are 31 aspects. Pick one, add some details, like show, pairing, prompt etc. and I'll write a ficlet in response ( Read more... )
There are 31 aspects. Pick one, add some details, like show, pairing, prompt etc. and I'll write a ficlet in response ( Read more... )
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"NOW!"
Helena spun at the loud cry in her ear-piece, to be confronted by a barrage of cold, wet, snowballs, flung towards her grimacing face. Before she could duck at least ten snowballs hit her squarely. She turned towards more voices to be hit by another load of expertly formed snowballs.
Finally regaining her senses, out of the corner of her eye she spotted a flash of crimson, only to be distracted by a host of kids diving towards her.
Dumped on her ass she spotted Tommy Jones, Raoul Fernandez, Josie Gonzales, Leroy Brown, Debbie, Suzanne, Joel, and what seemed to be the whole of her fifth grade class.
Hearing the children's joyous laughter, she forgot her anger and began to join in, twisting around she scooped up armfuls of snow, and thrust then towards the grinning faces. Gradually she gained a foothold, and managed to get away from the group; finally able to retaliate with snowballs she did just that.
Invigorated and happy, she once more noticed a flash of crimson hair; she assumed it was her partner in crime-busting, Oracle.
A loud whistle fractured the night air, and she turned to face her friend. Barbara’s cheeks were rosy and a lovely smile graced her normally dour features; her voice rang out, "OK kids, that's enough. Get over here and collect these, then home straight away. Promise me you'll thank your families."
Helena watched as the children gathered around Barbara's chair like moths to a flame. All of them smiling and laughing, nodding their heads at her words. Each one took a small parcel, hugged Barbara and then walked over towards Helena, gave her a hug too, then disappeared into the night.
A night that was surprisingly no longer cold, but full of warmth and cheer.
Helena looked towards Barbara and saw the last child was leaving. Hugging Tommy Jones as he went by, she pulled him to her, and whispered a question.
His answer pleased her immensely; Oracle had given her class a fantastic Christmas party, culminating in this ambush. She waved to Tommy, then turned, and, plastering an angry snarl on her face, stalked over to her friend.
"Don't you ever do anything like that again."
Helena put both hands on the arms of Barbara's chair and leaned forward menacingly, bringing her face into the close proximity of Barbara's. She could feel the warmth of the redhead's breath on her cheek; could feel the cool tendril of her snow soaked hair as it was plastered over the corner of her eye. She knew she probably looked a sight and this woman was responsible.
Barbara reached up with a soft hand and pushed the wet hair away from Helena's face; she smiled, green eyes twinkling.
"Or what?"
When there was no answer, Helena too mesmerized by the look in the green eyes, Barbara grabbed the front of Helena's shirt and drew her in for the deepest, most thorough, and passionate kiss the two women had yet shared.
"Or what?" repeated Barbara in a whisper.
Helena smirked.
"Or, I'll kill you."
"*No*, no, you won't."
Barbara laughed and started to pull Huntress towards her waiting SVU. Glancing sideways they shared a look of acknowledgment.
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