feeling like some butterscotch
rocky road #11. inn + pink lemonade #12. between the sheets + butterscotch + sprinkles + malt: From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
story: second chances ; parent era. wordcount: 691. rating: pg13.
"We've just eloped. This is legitimate." Anna and Sandy-possibly on a honeymoon, possibly on the lam.
notes: this was my 'I want to write something short' idea. I originally thought it would be a pocky, wtf self. oh, and Anna and Sandy are Rayn's parents!
She slips her hands in Sandy's pockets as he unlocks the motel room. The key seems to stick in the lock, but the door pops open when he gives it a shove. They step inside, drop their bags on the floor.
The paint on the walls is cracked and peeling and the carpet's worn so thin in places it looks like it has mange. Anna tries her best not to notice. As she sits down on the bed, the mattress sinks and creaks beneath her. "It still feels like we're on the lam," she says.
Sandy sits down beside her. "We've just eloped. This is legitimate."
"You're right. Let's not think about it."
"Think about what?"
She laughs as his mouth brushes her ear. They yank back the tacky comforter and flop down on the bed. He kisses her as she squirms out of her jacket, and his hand tangles in her hair. She closes her eyes and pulls him closer, sliding a hand up between his legs.
He makes a noise between a gasp and a laugh. "You're very forward, Mrs. Silino."
She smiles. "Well, this is more or less our honeymoon."
He dips his head to kiss her throat, rolling his hips against her hand. Then he freezes. And slowly pulls back.
"What?" she asks.
"These…these sheets are clean, right? That's just a stain?"
She turns her head, straining to see where he's looking. After a short hesitation, Sandy reaches over to touch a spot on the sheets with the very tip of his pinky. He draws his hand back like he's been burned. "Oh, God…I'm not sure it's a stain."
Grimacing, Anna brings her bare arms up off the bed and folds them across her chest. "My mom's always said you can get all kinds of diseases from motel beds."
Sandy makes a similar face. "I guess you get what you pay for. Do you want to chance it or…?"
She considers it for a moment, until the answer comes to her in a flash of inspiration.
"Shower," she says.
They scramble off the bed and head for the bathroom.
Anna daubs at the wet ends of her hair with a towel that's much too thin and small to do much good and tries not to feel too stupid.
Sandy's still looking at her like he's about to laugh. "I can't believe you broke the shower head," he says, finally.
"It was an accident."
"What did you think would happen when you grabbed it?"
"I wasn't really thinking, obviously."
"I'm sorry. I'm just giving you a hard time." He laugh now, then wraps an arm around her shoulder and kisses her cheek. "It's the motel's fault anyway."
She sighs. "I know."
They lay down on the bed: side by side, fully clothed, their jackets draped over the lumpy pillows, a barrier against the suspicious linens. Anna stares up at the cracked ceiling. There are some weird animal noises going on in the room above them and the occasional thump.
"Do they have dogs up there or something?" she asks.
"If they don't, I don't want to know." He turns his had to face her. "I'm sorry, this night is awful."
"It's not awful," she says. "I'm with you." They lace their fingers together and she gives his hand a squeeze. "If you left without me, that would be so much worse."
He's silent for a second, before cracking a smile. "Yeah, you got me there."
Anna leans over the side of the bed to reach into her bag. Rolling around in the bottom is the bottle of wine-product with the twist-off cap she nicked from her sister. "Bet the TV works at least," she says, cracking open the bottle. "Let's get drunk and watch something."
"Works for me," Sandy says. He finds the remote on the nightstand and clicks on the television.
The tiny set's screen blinks on to show three people standing at familiar screened podiums . "Hey," Anna says, "is it already time for Jeopardy?"
"It must start earlier here," Sandy says, glancing at the clock.
She smiles, passing him the bottle. "Life is different already."
:D
story: second chances ; parent era. wordcount: 691. rating: pg13.
"We've just eloped. This is legitimate." Anna and Sandy-possibly on a honeymoon, possibly on the lam.
notes: this was my 'I want to write something short' idea. I originally thought it would be a pocky, wtf self. oh, and Anna and Sandy are Rayn's parents!
She slips her hands in Sandy's pockets as he unlocks the motel room. The key seems to stick in the lock, but the door pops open when he gives it a shove. They step inside, drop their bags on the floor.
The paint on the walls is cracked and peeling and the carpet's worn so thin in places it looks like it has mange. Anna tries her best not to notice. As she sits down on the bed, the mattress sinks and creaks beneath her. "It still feels like we're on the lam," she says.
Sandy sits down beside her. "We've just eloped. This is legitimate."
"You're right. Let's not think about it."
"Think about what?"
She laughs as his mouth brushes her ear. They yank back the tacky comforter and flop down on the bed. He kisses her as she squirms out of her jacket, and his hand tangles in her hair. She closes her eyes and pulls him closer, sliding a hand up between his legs.
He makes a noise between a gasp and a laugh. "You're very forward, Mrs. Silino."
She smiles. "Well, this is more or less our honeymoon."
He dips his head to kiss her throat, rolling his hips against her hand. Then he freezes. And slowly pulls back.
"What?" she asks.
"These…these sheets are clean, right? That's just a stain?"
She turns her head, straining to see where he's looking. After a short hesitation, Sandy reaches over to touch a spot on the sheets with the very tip of his pinky. He draws his hand back like he's been burned. "Oh, God…I'm not sure it's a stain."
Grimacing, Anna brings her bare arms up off the bed and folds them across her chest. "My mom's always said you can get all kinds of diseases from motel beds."
Sandy makes a similar face. "I guess you get what you pay for. Do you want to chance it or…?"
She considers it for a moment, until the answer comes to her in a flash of inspiration.
"Shower," she says.
They scramble off the bed and head for the bathroom.
Anna daubs at the wet ends of her hair with a towel that's much too thin and small to do much good and tries not to feel too stupid.
Sandy's still looking at her like he's about to laugh. "I can't believe you broke the shower head," he says, finally.
"It was an accident."
"What did you think would happen when you grabbed it?"
"I wasn't really thinking, obviously."
"I'm sorry. I'm just giving you a hard time." He laugh now, then wraps an arm around her shoulder and kisses her cheek. "It's the motel's fault anyway."
She sighs. "I know."
They lay down on the bed: side by side, fully clothed, their jackets draped over the lumpy pillows, a barrier against the suspicious linens. Anna stares up at the cracked ceiling. There are some weird animal noises going on in the room above them and the occasional thump.
"Do they have dogs up there or something?" she asks.
"If they don't, I don't want to know." He turns his had to face her. "I'm sorry, this night is awful."
"It's not awful," she says. "I'm with you." They lace their fingers together and she gives his hand a squeeze. "If you left without me, that would be so much worse."
He's silent for a second, before cracking a smile. "Yeah, you got me there."
Anna leans over the side of the bed to reach into her bag. Rolling around in the bottom is the bottle of wine-product with the twist-off cap she nicked from her sister. "Bet the TV works at least," she says, cracking open the bottle. "Let's get drunk and watch something."
"Works for me," Sandy says. He finds the remote on the nightstand and clicks on the television.
The tiny set's screen blinks on to show three people standing at familiar screened podiums . "Hey," Anna says, "is it already time for Jeopardy?"
"It must start earlier here," Sandy says, glancing at the clock.
She smiles, passing him the bottle. "Life is different already."
:D