fic: stung (gl, rps - crystal chappell/jessica leccia)
Title: Stung
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG-13 (One f-bomb?)
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 439
Summary: Your eyes are closed, and you’re swaying slightly where you stand. Because she has you right now, in this moment.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
She says that it’s you. And your face lights up, and you’re suddenly warm. It doesn’t matter that she’s across the country. And it doesn’t matter that she told you over the phone. Because she just told the world that you are the woman she wants to date.
So you laugh, and you’re kind of shocked. Because it’s so fucking mutual. And you tell her. You tell them. And you’re grinning like an idiot.
And you’re caught up in the moment, but now you’re thinking about the perfect date. And so is she. And she’s catering to them. You know her well enough. She’s saying what they want to hear, and you make noises in just the right places. You egg her on, and you love it.
And really, it’s over too soon, and you’re saying goodbye. And it’s sweet and you want to sigh like a teenaged girl. But it’s not even a full ten seconds before your phone is ringing in your hands.
She’s there in your ear, and she’s telling you what she really thinks. And you’re blushing again. And you’re not sure if it’s because her voice is lower, or the way she says your name. Maybe it’s how she’s telling you her real perfect date with you.
Your eyes are closed, and you’re swaying slightly where you stand. Because she has you right now, in this moment. She has you completely under her spell, and it feels like you’re trying to swim upward and suddenly your lungs are burning. And you remember to breathe, gasping sharply.
And it only takes a few moments before you’re reaching for a chair, and you’re murmuring softly. You need to stop her before she goes too far. For the sake of you both. But she’s being so sweet, and she’s saying such pretty things. And you’re about to give in. You really are. But then your choice is made for you from the other room, pushing your instincts to go into overdrive. And you bite your lip because you know she can hear it too.
She sighs (not unkindly), and you swear you can almost feel it against your face. Because when she’s around you, her mouth is really never far from yours. And she says she will miss you, and it’s like one of her tight, full bodied hugs. She says she loves you, and it’s one of her kisses that steals all of the air from your chest.
And you smile to yourself when you say goodnight with a bit of a whisper. Because, really, it’s going to be okay. You’ll both be okay.
There’s always Venice.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG-13 (One f-bomb?)
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 439
Summary: Your eyes are closed, and you’re swaying slightly where you stand. Because she has you right now, in this moment.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
She says that it’s you. And your face lights up, and you’re suddenly warm. It doesn’t matter that she’s across the country. And it doesn’t matter that she told you over the phone. Because she just told the world that you are the woman she wants to date.
So you laugh, and you’re kind of shocked. Because it’s so fucking mutual. And you tell her. You tell them. And you’re grinning like an idiot.
And you’re caught up in the moment, but now you’re thinking about the perfect date. And so is she. And she’s catering to them. You know her well enough. She’s saying what they want to hear, and you make noises in just the right places. You egg her on, and you love it.
And really, it’s over too soon, and you’re saying goodbye. And it’s sweet and you want to sigh like a teenaged girl. But it’s not even a full ten seconds before your phone is ringing in your hands.
She’s there in your ear, and she’s telling you what she really thinks. And you’re blushing again. And you’re not sure if it’s because her voice is lower, or the way she says your name. Maybe it’s how she’s telling you her real perfect date with you.
Your eyes are closed, and you’re swaying slightly where you stand. Because she has you right now, in this moment. She has you completely under her spell, and it feels like you’re trying to swim upward and suddenly your lungs are burning. And you remember to breathe, gasping sharply.
And it only takes a few moments before you’re reaching for a chair, and you’re murmuring softly. You need to stop her before she goes too far. For the sake of you both. But she’s being so sweet, and she’s saying such pretty things. And you’re about to give in. You really are. But then your choice is made for you from the other room, pushing your instincts to go into overdrive. And you bite your lip because you know she can hear it too.
She sighs (not unkindly), and you swear you can almost feel it against your face. Because when she’s around you, her mouth is really never far from yours. And she says she will miss you, and it’s like one of her tight, full bodied hugs. She says she loves you, and it’s one of her kisses that steals all of the air from your chest.
And you smile to yourself when you say goodnight with a bit of a whisper. Because, really, it’s going to be okay. You’ll both be okay.
There’s always Venice.