FIC: The OC, Kaitlin/Spencer futurefic vignette
Sweet (I could be your favorite girl).
368 words. Kaitlin/Spencer. Rating: PG. Fluff.
Spoilers: This is set during Valentine’s Day, several years after the events of ‘The Case of the Franks’ and only takes that ep into account.
Summary: Over the years, she’s been getting better and better at having things her own way.
Author’s note: I wrote this vignette because Kaitlin seemed so sad in that ep, and I remembered how she really liked Spencer. The title is taken from the Gwen Stefani song ‘Sweet Escape’.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t profit from ‘em.
Sweet (I could be your favorite girl): shallowness
“I have to say,” and Kaitlin turns a little for maximum snugglage, “that this is way better than my twenty first.”
“Just us,” he agrees, and she leans in for one of their long, hungry specials.
When they pull back, he’s smiling and rearranging her hair, which is plenty romantic.
“If your mom had married my dad, we couldn’t have done this, you know.”
“It would have been incestuous and inappropriate,” she says brightly. As it is, her guy dated her mom and worked with her. But Kaitlin saw him first, and, comfortingly, her mom’s best offers these days come from plastic surgeons. And not in a Dr Neil Roberts way. “So I just had to wait until I’d graduated high school and finished interning at Bullit’s before you-are you, like, listening?”
“I can nibble and listen.”
“Uh-huh.” He stops, but she gestures for him to carry on with his attentions. She feels his smile against her neck. Oh, they know how to play each other.
“So here we are, you living the thirtysomething dream of having a hot young girlfriend. Me with my very own sugar daddy.” Bullit was so proud when Spencer made his first million, especially as it was from tennis, and not selling himself from sex. Kaitlin was pleased too, she foresaw a yacht, and her and Spencer stretched out on deck, enjoying each other uninterrupted.
Over the years, she’s been getting better and better at having things her own way.
“You know what?” Spencer does stop nibbling now, leaning back a little on his elbows to watch her. She raises an eyebrow, as if it’s no big deal, but the sea-breeze feels sharper on her neck. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, I’m gonna do the gallant thing and say it’s not jut a thirtysomething’s dream to be with you, Kaitlin Copper. It’s every guy’s.”
Her lips move to form an appreciative smile even though it’s corny.
“Although I’d like to point out that I’m only thirty two.”
“Why are you so hung up with our ages?” she asks, shaking her head.
“Uh, because you were jailbait when I met you.”
“Oh, that. Pfft,” and Kaitlin leans in for some nibbling of her own.
FIN
Feedback, including constructive criticism, is very welcome.
368 words. Kaitlin/Spencer. Rating: PG. Fluff.
Spoilers: This is set during Valentine’s Day, several years after the events of ‘The Case of the Franks’ and only takes that ep into account.
Summary: Over the years, she’s been getting better and better at having things her own way.
Author’s note: I wrote this vignette because Kaitlin seemed so sad in that ep, and I remembered how she really liked Spencer. The title is taken from the Gwen Stefani song ‘Sweet Escape’.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t profit from ‘em.
Sweet (I could be your favorite girl): shallowness
“I have to say,” and Kaitlin turns a little for maximum snugglage, “that this is way better than my twenty first.”
“Just us,” he agrees, and she leans in for one of their long, hungry specials.
When they pull back, he’s smiling and rearranging her hair, which is plenty romantic.
“If your mom had married my dad, we couldn’t have done this, you know.”
“It would have been incestuous and inappropriate,” she says brightly. As it is, her guy dated her mom and worked with her. But Kaitlin saw him first, and, comfortingly, her mom’s best offers these days come from plastic surgeons. And not in a Dr Neil Roberts way. “So I just had to wait until I’d graduated high school and finished interning at Bullit’s before you-are you, like, listening?”
“I can nibble and listen.”
“Uh-huh.” He stops, but she gestures for him to carry on with his attentions. She feels his smile against her neck. Oh, they know how to play each other.
“So here we are, you living the thirtysomething dream of having a hot young girlfriend. Me with my very own sugar daddy.” Bullit was so proud when Spencer made his first million, especially as it was from tennis, and not selling himself from sex. Kaitlin was pleased too, she foresaw a yacht, and her and Spencer stretched out on deck, enjoying each other uninterrupted.
Over the years, she’s been getting better and better at having things her own way.
“You know what?” Spencer does stop nibbling now, leaning back a little on his elbows to watch her. She raises an eyebrow, as if it’s no big deal, but the sea-breeze feels sharper on her neck. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, I’m gonna do the gallant thing and say it’s not jut a thirtysomething’s dream to be with you, Kaitlin Copper. It’s every guy’s.”
Her lips move to form an appreciative smile even though it’s corny.
“Although I’d like to point out that I’m only thirty two.”
“Why are you so hung up with our ages?” she asks, shaking her head.
“Uh, because you were jailbait when I met you.”
“Oh, that. Pfft,” and Kaitlin leans in for some nibbling of her own.
FIN
Feedback, including constructive criticism, is very welcome.