fic: alphabet soup (i-l) (gl, rps - crystal chappell/jessica leccia)
Title: Alphabet Soup
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 400
Summary: 100 words for each letter in the alphabet.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
Intertwined
You don’t get much down time.
So when you have the chance to stop and take a breath, you spend it with her. You stretch out on the couch with her. And you listen attentively while she talks. About the show. About life. About family. And you try not to frown at that last part, but you don’t even have time to linger on it. Because she’s leaning in and brushing her nose against yours. And her hand is reaching for you. Your fingers lace with hers. They intertwine.
And when she kisses your fingers, you forget everything but her.
Jam
You’re not very domestic. Not at all. But she is.
Maybe it comes with the territory of being a mother, and maybe you’ll learn it on the way. But right now, you’re not. And she is. And she’s making you breakfast. You’re watching her move around the kitchen. She’ll never be an iron chef, but she’s doing it to be sweet, not to impress you. It’s just toast with jam, and a glass of orange juice.
But you take it with a smile. And she sits there and watches you eat. And you think you could get used to this.
Karma
This karma thing is just lurking around the corner.
It has to be, right? It’s about balancing shit out, and making sure that everything ends up okay in the end. And if not, then maybe you spend the next life as a cockroach.
And it’s wrong. All of it. It’s so wrong. You’ll end up lower than a cockroach for what you’re doing to him. But when she’s looking at you, kissing you, touching you, that part of your life just doesn’t exist.
It’s just you. And her.
And you think maybe karma really isn’t worth all of that worry.
Linger
She always lingers.
Her lips never really ever leave yours. Not until they have to. She hovers. She keeps brushing your mouths together. And you fight everything inside you to not ask for more.
Her perfume is all over your clothes. It’s deep and strong, and you close your eyes while you breathe in. He thinks you’ve just switched to a new one. He thinks you both share it.
Her hand is slowing down, heel pressing. Your hips are still rocking, because she’s still there. And her mouth is against yours, and all you smell is her.
Because she lingers.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 400
Summary: 100 words for each letter in the alphabet.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
Intertwined
You don’t get much down time.
So when you have the chance to stop and take a breath, you spend it with her. You stretch out on the couch with her. And you listen attentively while she talks. About the show. About life. About family. And you try not to frown at that last part, but you don’t even have time to linger on it. Because she’s leaning in and brushing her nose against yours. And her hand is reaching for you. Your fingers lace with hers. They intertwine.
And when she kisses your fingers, you forget everything but her.
Jam
You’re not very domestic. Not at all. But she is.
Maybe it comes with the territory of being a mother, and maybe you’ll learn it on the way. But right now, you’re not. And she is. And she’s making you breakfast. You’re watching her move around the kitchen. She’ll never be an iron chef, but she’s doing it to be sweet, not to impress you. It’s just toast with jam, and a glass of orange juice.
But you take it with a smile. And she sits there and watches you eat. And you think you could get used to this.
Karma
This karma thing is just lurking around the corner.
It has to be, right? It’s about balancing shit out, and making sure that everything ends up okay in the end. And if not, then maybe you spend the next life as a cockroach.
And it’s wrong. All of it. It’s so wrong. You’ll end up lower than a cockroach for what you’re doing to him. But when she’s looking at you, kissing you, touching you, that part of your life just doesn’t exist.
It’s just you. And her.
And you think maybe karma really isn’t worth all of that worry.
Linger
She always lingers.
Her lips never really ever leave yours. Not until they have to. She hovers. She keeps brushing your mouths together. And you fight everything inside you to not ask for more.
Her perfume is all over your clothes. It’s deep and strong, and you close your eyes while you breathe in. He thinks you’ve just switched to a new one. He thinks you both share it.
Her hand is slowing down, heel pressing. Your hips are still rocking, because she’s still there. And her mouth is against yours, and all you smell is her.
Because she lingers.