There is a Place
Title: There is a Place
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Ned/Chuck
Rating: R
Summary: Chuck dreams of when she and Ned can finally touch; written for pd_playtime April Challenge, Beatles Prompt
Disclaimer: I only own these characters in my thoroughly romantic, yet over-zealous imagination
There is a place
Where I can go
When I feel low
When I feel blue
And it's my mind
And there's no time when I'm alone
I think of you
And things you do
Go 'round my head
The things you said
Like "I love only you"
Although a girl named Chuck appreciated her second chance at life, and was determined to enjoy every second of said bonus existence, some days that just didn’t seem possible. She had learned that a life, even one given another chance, wasn’t always filled with sun-kissed fairytale happiness. Especially a day like today.
The Pie-maker had come down with a cold and, although he protested the whole way to the back door, Chuck and Olive had pushed him out, ordering him to lay down upstairs. Then Olive had decided she was in charge and started barking orders. Even Chuck’s glares hadn’t stopped her and finally Chuck just ignored her sometimes-friend/sometimes-enemy in a desperate attempt to maintain some sense of inner peace.
Finally, they reached a point in the day where the Pie Hole dining area was empty, so Olive decided to take her break by visiting the Bitter Sweets Sweet Emporium, mumbling something about it “being a chocolate kind of day.” And Chuck was left alone. Thankfully. Only, she wasn’t really alone. Part of her was up in her bedroom, wishing that she could get in bed with Ned and snuggle against him. But that, that was impossible, whether or not he had a cold.
Sitting alone in the kitchen, Chuck found her escape in daydreaming, a welcome release from the tensions of the ‘make-pie, serve-pie’ realities of the day. She’d been spinning this one fantasy for the last few weeks, adding a touch here and there, creating a world in her mind that felt as real as the one she lived in with eyes open.
And in that world, she dreamed about the moment when she and Ned could finally touch. For the brunette had to believe that day would come or she would go mad. The thought that they might never to be able to non-prophlactically hold hands, kiss or all the other fantasies she had (here, pictures of them in bed, naked as they made love would streak through her mind like a flashback montage in a movie)- well, she refused to give validity to the thought. She had to have faith that it was just a matter of time. How much time, she didn’t know or care to think about.
Instead, she filled her mind with carefully crafted castles of “what would it be like?”
She also conveniently skipped over what magical, mystical event had occurred so that they could finally throw away the plastic food wrap and gloves. Instead, she concentrated on that glorious instant when their lips could finally meet, their saliva mix and their arms wrap around each other so tight that there wouldn’t be a single air molecule between them.
Without voicing the thought, they’d sprint for the apartment. In the elevator, they’d back into the corner, kissing as the lift sped past the first floor, then the second. He would pin her against the cold metal with his warm, oh so warm lanky body. She imagined the feel of his tongue in her mouth, the force of his soft lips on hers, his hand slipping inside her shirt to trace the silkiness of her bra. This was no bashful Ned, but a confident, urgent lover.
At the door, adrenalin would make his hand tremble so that he couldn’t get the key in the lock. She would take it from him and in the seconds it took to slip the key inside the lock, she would savor the feel of him behind her - the heat of his breath on her neck and the weight of his hands on her waist as he ground his hips into her, making her so so aware of how excited he was.
Inside the apartment, clothes would fall away as they bolted down the hallway -a tie, a shirt, a dress - creating a path of garment breadcrumbs in their race toward the bedroom.
Perhaps they’d pause at the bedroom door jamb, now clothed in only in boxers, panties and bra. He’d lift her up to almost his height, holding her against the molding while she wrapped her legs around him. The roughness of his kisses would be intensified by the stubble of his beard, scratching and arousing her at the same time.
Then he’d carry her, with legs still wrapped around him, to her bed. Laying her down, he’d be the first to strip completely. The thought of seeing him totally naked and fully excited, in a way she never had before, made her breathing speed up.
Still working out the details, she paused here in her daydreaming. In one scenario, they would take their time. He’d slowly removed her bra, first caressing her breasts, then kissing them as she moaned her appreciation. Sliding off her panties, he’d slowly drive his long fingers inside her until she felt all control slip away.
Oh, the pleasure of knowing it’s him - his broad shoulders, his wavy brown hair, his reflective green eyes. Watching him moan as she touched him with no protective barrier, desiring only to feel every inch of him.
In the second scenario of her daydream, their impatience got the better of them. After all, their months of living together without touching had to be the longest foreplay in history. By now, they’d barely able to breathe as the lengths of their bare bodies slid against each other, no time for shy fondling and getting to know the minute details of each other’s body.
Either way, she imagined lying on her back, feeling the weight of him on her hips as he pushed inside her and then again and again. She’d hear his moans in her ears, murmuring her name in between gasps of pleasure as they achieved a rhythm. Her hips would rise to meet his for maximum impact. Faster. Skin on skin, membrane to membrane, cell against cell. And faster. By then, the world would narrow down to just touch, smell and taste, all within the space of their two bodies. At last, achieving the intimacy they had both desired for so long, the intimacy they wanted only with each other.
In-between gasps, moans and ragged breathing, they’d both slip in a whispered, “I love you.”
Then pleasure would begin to roll over and finally envelop her. Her body would shudder as light flashed through her closed eyes and she’d cried out. A second later, she’d watch his face flood with the same overwhelming pleasure, knowing that it was her, and only her, that made him reach that physical summit.
After, she envisioned the grins couldn’t stop and the many small kisses as they lay with arms and legs wrapped around each other.
And there’d be the knowledge that the night had only begun and that they would most definitely be making up for all that lost time; in the shower, on the couch and even the kitchen counter. Never tiring of touching and not just sexually, but also sneaking whole-body hugs in the Pie Hole kitchen, teasing hands under the dining table and those small but sweet surprise moments of contact they could never indulge in before…
::
The bell rang as a group of three customers entered The Pie Hole, interrupting Chuck’s daydream. Just behind them walked Olive with a small bag in one hand. She quickly sat the group and gave them menus, then headed for the kitchen. Realizing how flushed her face must be, Chuck tried to steady her breathing. Just in time, she felt her daydream slip away as Olive handed Chuck the small bag.
“Your favorite - chocolate-covered raspberries,” the blonde explained with her customary bright smile. “You looked depressed today. I tried to take the pressure off you, but it didn’t seem to help.”
Chuck couldn’t help but forgive the small waitress for the slights of the morning.
“Thank you Olive. That’s very sweet of you.”
Olive started back to the dining area to take the orders of the newcomers, but turned around at the last second.
“You seemed lost in thought when I came in. Everything OK?”
“Yes, it is,” Chuck said, more to herself than to Olive, “or rather, it will be.”
Then, under her breath she added, “someday.”
In my mind there's no sorrow
Don't you know that it's so
There'll be no sad tomorrow
Don't you know that it's so…
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Ned/Chuck
Rating: R
Summary: Chuck dreams of when she and Ned can finally touch; written for pd_playtime April Challenge, Beatles Prompt
Disclaimer: I only own these characters in my thoroughly romantic, yet over-zealous imagination
There is a place
Where I can go
When I feel low
When I feel blue
And it's my mind
And there's no time when I'm alone
I think of you
And things you do
Go 'round my head
The things you said
Like "I love only you"
Although a girl named Chuck appreciated her second chance at life, and was determined to enjoy every second of said bonus existence, some days that just didn’t seem possible. She had learned that a life, even one given another chance, wasn’t always filled with sun-kissed fairytale happiness. Especially a day like today.
The Pie-maker had come down with a cold and, although he protested the whole way to the back door, Chuck and Olive had pushed him out, ordering him to lay down upstairs. Then Olive had decided she was in charge and started barking orders. Even Chuck’s glares hadn’t stopped her and finally Chuck just ignored her sometimes-friend/sometimes-enemy in a desperate attempt to maintain some sense of inner peace.
Finally, they reached a point in the day where the Pie Hole dining area was empty, so Olive decided to take her break by visiting the Bitter Sweets Sweet Emporium, mumbling something about it “being a chocolate kind of day.” And Chuck was left alone. Thankfully. Only, she wasn’t really alone. Part of her was up in her bedroom, wishing that she could get in bed with Ned and snuggle against him. But that, that was impossible, whether or not he had a cold.
Sitting alone in the kitchen, Chuck found her escape in daydreaming, a welcome release from the tensions of the ‘make-pie, serve-pie’ realities of the day. She’d been spinning this one fantasy for the last few weeks, adding a touch here and there, creating a world in her mind that felt as real as the one she lived in with eyes open.
And in that world, she dreamed about the moment when she and Ned could finally touch. For the brunette had to believe that day would come or she would go mad. The thought that they might never to be able to non-prophlactically hold hands, kiss or all the other fantasies she had (here, pictures of them in bed, naked as they made love would streak through her mind like a flashback montage in a movie)- well, she refused to give validity to the thought. She had to have faith that it was just a matter of time. How much time, she didn’t know or care to think about.
Instead, she filled her mind with carefully crafted castles of “what would it be like?”
She also conveniently skipped over what magical, mystical event had occurred so that they could finally throw away the plastic food wrap and gloves. Instead, she concentrated on that glorious instant when their lips could finally meet, their saliva mix and their arms wrap around each other so tight that there wouldn’t be a single air molecule between them.
Without voicing the thought, they’d sprint for the apartment. In the elevator, they’d back into the corner, kissing as the lift sped past the first floor, then the second. He would pin her against the cold metal with his warm, oh so warm lanky body. She imagined the feel of his tongue in her mouth, the force of his soft lips on hers, his hand slipping inside her shirt to trace the silkiness of her bra. This was no bashful Ned, but a confident, urgent lover.
At the door, adrenalin would make his hand tremble so that he couldn’t get the key in the lock. She would take it from him and in the seconds it took to slip the key inside the lock, she would savor the feel of him behind her - the heat of his breath on her neck and the weight of his hands on her waist as he ground his hips into her, making her so so aware of how excited he was.
Inside the apartment, clothes would fall away as they bolted down the hallway -a tie, a shirt, a dress - creating a path of garment breadcrumbs in their race toward the bedroom.
Perhaps they’d pause at the bedroom door jamb, now clothed in only in boxers, panties and bra. He’d lift her up to almost his height, holding her against the molding while she wrapped her legs around him. The roughness of his kisses would be intensified by the stubble of his beard, scratching and arousing her at the same time.
Then he’d carry her, with legs still wrapped around him, to her bed. Laying her down, he’d be the first to strip completely. The thought of seeing him totally naked and fully excited, in a way she never had before, made her breathing speed up.
Still working out the details, she paused here in her daydreaming. In one scenario, they would take their time. He’d slowly removed her bra, first caressing her breasts, then kissing them as she moaned her appreciation. Sliding off her panties, he’d slowly drive his long fingers inside her until she felt all control slip away.
Oh, the pleasure of knowing it’s him - his broad shoulders, his wavy brown hair, his reflective green eyes. Watching him moan as she touched him with no protective barrier, desiring only to feel every inch of him.
In the second scenario of her daydream, their impatience got the better of them. After all, their months of living together without touching had to be the longest foreplay in history. By now, they’d barely able to breathe as the lengths of their bare bodies slid against each other, no time for shy fondling and getting to know the minute details of each other’s body.
Either way, she imagined lying on her back, feeling the weight of him on her hips as he pushed inside her and then again and again. She’d hear his moans in her ears, murmuring her name in between gasps of pleasure as they achieved a rhythm. Her hips would rise to meet his for maximum impact. Faster. Skin on skin, membrane to membrane, cell against cell. And faster. By then, the world would narrow down to just touch, smell and taste, all within the space of their two bodies. At last, achieving the intimacy they had both desired for so long, the intimacy they wanted only with each other.
In-between gasps, moans and ragged breathing, they’d both slip in a whispered, “I love you.”
Then pleasure would begin to roll over and finally envelop her. Her body would shudder as light flashed through her closed eyes and she’d cried out. A second later, she’d watch his face flood with the same overwhelming pleasure, knowing that it was her, and only her, that made him reach that physical summit.
After, she envisioned the grins couldn’t stop and the many small kisses as they lay with arms and legs wrapped around each other.
And there’d be the knowledge that the night had only begun and that they would most definitely be making up for all that lost time; in the shower, on the couch and even the kitchen counter. Never tiring of touching and not just sexually, but also sneaking whole-body hugs in the Pie Hole kitchen, teasing hands under the dining table and those small but sweet surprise moments of contact they could never indulge in before…
::
The bell rang as a group of three customers entered The Pie Hole, interrupting Chuck’s daydream. Just behind them walked Olive with a small bag in one hand. She quickly sat the group and gave them menus, then headed for the kitchen. Realizing how flushed her face must be, Chuck tried to steady her breathing. Just in time, she felt her daydream slip away as Olive handed Chuck the small bag.
“Your favorite - chocolate-covered raspberries,” the blonde explained with her customary bright smile. “You looked depressed today. I tried to take the pressure off you, but it didn’t seem to help.”
Chuck couldn’t help but forgive the small waitress for the slights of the morning.
“Thank you Olive. That’s very sweet of you.”
Olive started back to the dining area to take the orders of the newcomers, but turned around at the last second.
“You seemed lost in thought when I came in. Everything OK?”
“Yes, it is,” Chuck said, more to herself than to Olive, “or rather, it will be.”
Then, under her breath she added, “someday.”
In my mind there's no sorrow
Don't you know that it's so
There'll be no sad tomorrow
Don't you know that it's so…