vinegar featuring fudge with special guest peaches
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Challenge: Vinegar #9 (this end up)
Toppings: Hot Fudge
Extras: Fresh Peaches ("Start the day with some vigorous yoga...")
Rating: R
Wordcount: 371
Summary: Kashmir does yoga. Alain pervs out. We've all got our pre-breakfast rituals.
Notes: Dorky filler while the cast gives me a hard time, takes place the morning after Nightmares. I started this a few hours ago, ended up falling asleep, and just finished it, which means that technically this would be yesterday's horoscope. Hopefully that's still alright. :\
I woke up early the next morning with the sun shining in my face and a splitting fucking headache. After the night before, all I wanted was some scotch...but Jules didn't drink scotch. In fact, Jules didn't drink any alcohol before noon...when anyone was around. Jules was really close to dying a swift death. I needed to end this damn charade.
I sat up when I realized that I was in bed alone. “Kashmir?”
“Down here.”
I peered over the side of the bed and my mouth immediately went dry. Kashmir was doing...some insane backbend thing on the floor (in his underwear) with his hips up towards the ceiling. The muscles in his thighs would occasionally twitch with exertion, and of course, I wanted to see his legs twitch for a different reason. Honestly, the son of a bitch looked divine. I kind of wondered if I could get him to twist himself like that for me... “What are you doing?” I managed to ask.
“Yoga.”
Mmm, Daddy likes.
“Huh.” I wrapped the covers tightly around myself. I didn't want to, but I needed something between me and him in the event that I couldn't stop myself from leaping on top of him. Hopefully, by the time I untangled myself from the covers, I'd be too annoyed to do much else. “I didn't know you did yoga.”
Kashmir shifted himself until he was bent over backwards and looking at me upside down. He was blissfully unaware of what I could do to him like that, I'm sure. “I'm usually done by the time you wake up,” he said. “You want to try? You could probably use it after last night.”
I shook my head. “No thanks, I'll just...I'll just watch.” Yes, and then jump into the shower and fantasize a bit.
He effortlessly stood up from that position, which did absolutely nothing for my state of mind. “I'm finished anyway,” he said, putting on a shirt and his usual pair of pants. “I'm going to get us some breakfast.”
As soon as he left, I threw off the covers and shoved a hand down my pants, screaming in frustration. Why the hell hadn't I restored this bastard's memories yet?
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Challenge: Vinegar #9 (this end up)
Toppings: Hot Fudge
Extras: Fresh Peaches ("Start the day with some vigorous yoga...")
Rating: R
Wordcount: 371
Summary: Kashmir does yoga. Alain pervs out. We've all got our pre-breakfast rituals.
Notes: Dorky filler while the cast gives me a hard time, takes place the morning after Nightmares. I started this a few hours ago, ended up falling asleep, and just finished it, which means that technically this would be yesterday's horoscope. Hopefully that's still alright. :\
I woke up early the next morning with the sun shining in my face and a splitting fucking headache. After the night before, all I wanted was some scotch...but Jules didn't drink scotch. In fact, Jules didn't drink any alcohol before noon...when anyone was around. Jules was really close to dying a swift death. I needed to end this damn charade.
I sat up when I realized that I was in bed alone. “Kashmir?”
“Down here.”
I peered over the side of the bed and my mouth immediately went dry. Kashmir was doing...some insane backbend thing on the floor (in his underwear) with his hips up towards the ceiling. The muscles in his thighs would occasionally twitch with exertion, and of course, I wanted to see his legs twitch for a different reason. Honestly, the son of a bitch looked divine. I kind of wondered if I could get him to twist himself like that for me... “What are you doing?” I managed to ask.
“Yoga.”
Mmm, Daddy likes.
“Huh.” I wrapped the covers tightly around myself. I didn't want to, but I needed something between me and him in the event that I couldn't stop myself from leaping on top of him. Hopefully, by the time I untangled myself from the covers, I'd be too annoyed to do much else. “I didn't know you did yoga.”
Kashmir shifted himself until he was bent over backwards and looking at me upside down. He was blissfully unaware of what I could do to him like that, I'm sure. “I'm usually done by the time you wake up,” he said. “You want to try? You could probably use it after last night.”
I shook my head. “No thanks, I'll just...I'll just watch.” Yes, and then jump into the shower and fantasize a bit.
He effortlessly stood up from that position, which did absolutely nothing for my state of mind. “I'm finished anyway,” he said, putting on a shirt and his usual pair of pants. “I'm going to get us some breakfast.”
As soon as he left, I threw off the covers and shoved a hand down my pants, screaming in frustration. Why the hell hadn't I restored this bastard's memories yet?