A fic?
So I'm a day late and a dollar short, but someone *coughDADDYcough* gave me an idea just as I was going to bed last night, so now there's fic.
Title: Witchy Woman
Rating: T for swearing
Who: R/J
Verse: Random
A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
She was a witch.
A right proper witch.
Or close enough anyway; she had on the slinky black dress, knee-high boots, and a little pointed hat. Of course the dress was skin tight, plastered on her body like a second skin, the boots were stiletto and emphasized her lithe legs. The hat sat atop her head at a jaunty angle, her raven hair cascading down her back, and her lips were ruby red.
At that moment in time the only thing he could really process was that she was, in fact, a witch. He’d long since forgotten about the now-warm beer in his hand, the thrumming, pulsing beat of the music around him, the drunken people colliding into his person as he stood there, immobilized… as if he were under some spell.
Last year she’d been a zombie with her friends, the entire group shuffling around asking for brains. And the year before that they’d been rather innocuous, each dressing in a different color of the rainbow and carrying bags of Skittles.
This year they were witches and sorceress and enchantresses. They all looked amazing. They all looked sexy, he was sure, but he couldn’t seem to peel his eyes away from her. She was in a corner chatting with some acquaintances, sipping at a red cup of punch, and every so often a song that she liked would come on and she would sway gently to the beat.
“Dude, stop staring or you’ll get a nose bleed,” a deep voice hissed in his ear. Whirling around he met laughing brown eyes.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Whatever, it’s true.” The large werewolf laughed and took a swig of his beer.
“Nate? Shut the fuck up.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “Just go over and talk to her,“ he pointed with his beer hand. “It’s not like she’s a stranger or some shit. You’ve known her for years.”
“Exactly.”
“So you should be comfortable around her.”
“Oh sure, ‘hey, you’re my little cousin’s best friend and I can’t help but notice you’re super sexy… wanna go out sometime?’ Yeah, that wouldn’t be creepy at all!”
“Don’t say it creepily then.”
“You’re no help.”
“Then ask Macy for help. You know she would, she loves that shit, and it’s her friend. Hell, isn’t she playing at some love enchanter thingy?”
“She’s currently working on her magic on Kellan.”
“Look, Jake, if you don’t go over soon some other jackass is, then where will you be?”
“Laughing at his stupidity after she cuts him down?”
“You don’t know that, he might be charming.”
“Not if he’s a jackass.”
“You’re annoying. Now go!” Nate reached out with one large, furry paw of a hand and shoved Jake forward. He stumbled several steps from the momentum, then finally gained his feet again. Only to find they were still carrying him toward his personal kryptonite: sexy witches.
“Hi Jake.” She smiled softly at him, eyes darting over his costume. “May the force be with you.”
“Hey,” he managed to mumble, feeling incredibly stupid for having come over. He glanced over his shoulder, saw Nate give him a furry thumbs up -- or so he thought? -- before disappearing, presumably to refresh his drink or find his girlfriend. Probably both.
“So… liking the party?” he asked when he realized the silence had carried on too long. Damn it, why did she have to be so pretty?
“Always. Hey, have you seen Macy? I needed to ask her something.”
“I think she’s with Kel?” He paused. “Anything I can help with?”
She smiled, a little wider this time. “No, thanks though. It’s just, uh, girl stuff.”
“Oh, right.” He nodded and took a sip of his beer, praying for something else to say. Preferably nothing stupid. The song changed, he got a glimpse of people in the living room, moving together to the music.
“Say, you wouldn’t want to dance… would you?”
She knitted her brows together then leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume. “I didn’t catch that,” she said near his ear.
“I wondered if you wanted to dance?”
“I’d love to!” She plucked the beer from his hands and sat it, along with her drink, on a nearby table before grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the dance floor.
The living room was darker, only the pulse of colored strobe lights illuminating it. The music was so loud you could barely think and bodies were pressed together. Then her body was pressed next to his, moving in time with the music.
He might’ve died and gone to heaven… except he was surrounded by devils and vampires and slutty nurses rather than a heavenly chorus. However, he wasn’t about to complain.
They danced for two songs before the heat was too much, the music deafening, and they stumbled away from the other partygoers. They ended up outside on the back patio, little more than a slab of concrete and some lawn chairs, fanning their hot faces.
However the night was cool and soon she was shivering, cuddling close to his side for warmth. Jake shifted slightly, using part of his Jedi robes to cover her, and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next.
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re really sweet, you know?”
“T-thanks.” He cleared his throat nervously, wondering if there was a joke in there somewhere.
“Jake?” she asked again after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“You’re also really stupid.”
“I--wait, what?”
She untangled herself from him, and started heading inside the house, walking backwards. “Why don’t you come find me when you figure it out, hm?”
“What are you talking about?”
She stopped and gave him a long look, one eyebrow quirked, then gestured to her skimpy dress. “I sure as hell didn’t wear this for myself.” She shook her head softly, then whirled around her heels and marched inside. Jake stood there for a couple seconds, processing.
“Holy shit!” he cried when realization dawned. Then he was racing inside… he had a witch he needed to ask on a date.
Title: Witchy Woman
Rating: T for swearing
Who: R/J
Verse: Random
A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
She was a witch.
A right proper witch.
Or close enough anyway; she had on the slinky black dress, knee-high boots, and a little pointed hat. Of course the dress was skin tight, plastered on her body like a second skin, the boots were stiletto and emphasized her lithe legs. The hat sat atop her head at a jaunty angle, her raven hair cascading down her back, and her lips were ruby red.
At that moment in time the only thing he could really process was that she was, in fact, a witch. He’d long since forgotten about the now-warm beer in his hand, the thrumming, pulsing beat of the music around him, the drunken people colliding into his person as he stood there, immobilized… as if he were under some spell.
Last year she’d been a zombie with her friends, the entire group shuffling around asking for brains. And the year before that they’d been rather innocuous, each dressing in a different color of the rainbow and carrying bags of Skittles.
This year they were witches and sorceress and enchantresses. They all looked amazing. They all looked sexy, he was sure, but he couldn’t seem to peel his eyes away from her. She was in a corner chatting with some acquaintances, sipping at a red cup of punch, and every so often a song that she liked would come on and she would sway gently to the beat.
“Dude, stop staring or you’ll get a nose bleed,” a deep voice hissed in his ear. Whirling around he met laughing brown eyes.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Whatever, it’s true.” The large werewolf laughed and took a swig of his beer.
“Nate? Shut the fuck up.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “Just go over and talk to her,“ he pointed with his beer hand. “It’s not like she’s a stranger or some shit. You’ve known her for years.”
“Exactly.”
“So you should be comfortable around her.”
“Oh sure, ‘hey, you’re my little cousin’s best friend and I can’t help but notice you’re super sexy… wanna go out sometime?’ Yeah, that wouldn’t be creepy at all!”
“Don’t say it creepily then.”
“You’re no help.”
“Then ask Macy for help. You know she would, she loves that shit, and it’s her friend. Hell, isn’t she playing at some love enchanter thingy?”
“She’s currently working on her magic on Kellan.”
“Look, Jake, if you don’t go over soon some other jackass is, then where will you be?”
“Laughing at his stupidity after she cuts him down?”
“You don’t know that, he might be charming.”
“Not if he’s a jackass.”
“You’re annoying. Now go!” Nate reached out with one large, furry paw of a hand and shoved Jake forward. He stumbled several steps from the momentum, then finally gained his feet again. Only to find they were still carrying him toward his personal kryptonite: sexy witches.
“Hi Jake.” She smiled softly at him, eyes darting over his costume. “May the force be with you.”
“Hey,” he managed to mumble, feeling incredibly stupid for having come over. He glanced over his shoulder, saw Nate give him a furry thumbs up -- or so he thought? -- before disappearing, presumably to refresh his drink or find his girlfriend. Probably both.
“So… liking the party?” he asked when he realized the silence had carried on too long. Damn it, why did she have to be so pretty?
“Always. Hey, have you seen Macy? I needed to ask her something.”
“I think she’s with Kel?” He paused. “Anything I can help with?”
She smiled, a little wider this time. “No, thanks though. It’s just, uh, girl stuff.”
“Oh, right.” He nodded and took a sip of his beer, praying for something else to say. Preferably nothing stupid. The song changed, he got a glimpse of people in the living room, moving together to the music.
“Say, you wouldn’t want to dance… would you?”
She knitted her brows together then leaned in close enough for him to smell her perfume. “I didn’t catch that,” she said near his ear.
“I wondered if you wanted to dance?”
“I’d love to!” She plucked the beer from his hands and sat it, along with her drink, on a nearby table before grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the dance floor.
The living room was darker, only the pulse of colored strobe lights illuminating it. The music was so loud you could barely think and bodies were pressed together. Then her body was pressed next to his, moving in time with the music.
He might’ve died and gone to heaven… except he was surrounded by devils and vampires and slutty nurses rather than a heavenly chorus. However, he wasn’t about to complain.
They danced for two songs before the heat was too much, the music deafening, and they stumbled away from the other partygoers. They ended up outside on the back patio, little more than a slab of concrete and some lawn chairs, fanning their hot faces.
However the night was cool and soon she was shivering, cuddling close to his side for warmth. Jake shifted slightly, using part of his Jedi robes to cover her, and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next.
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re really sweet, you know?”
“T-thanks.” He cleared his throat nervously, wondering if there was a joke in there somewhere.
“Jake?” she asked again after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“You’re also really stupid.”
“I--wait, what?”
She untangled herself from him, and started heading inside the house, walking backwards. “Why don’t you come find me when you figure it out, hm?”
“What are you talking about?”
She stopped and gave him a long look, one eyebrow quirked, then gestured to her skimpy dress. “I sure as hell didn’t wear this for myself.” She shook her head softly, then whirled around her heels and marched inside. Jake stood there for a couple seconds, processing.
“Holy shit!” he cried when realization dawned. Then he was racing inside… he had a witch he needed to ask on a date.