prompts to help me avoid killing someone
I'm posting fic later today and I'm so pissed with the bathroom remodeler (who really isn't doing his job, just talking on his phone, as it turns out) I can't see straight BUT
I'm taking prompts. Standard format: fandom, pairing, word/song lyric/situationFandoms: Grey's, TBBT, some Lost (keeping in my mind that I haven't seen seen S6), umm... ( Read more... )
I'm taking prompts. Standard format: fandom, pairing, word/song lyric/situationFandoms: Grey's, TBBT, some Lost (keeping in my mind that I haven't seen seen S6), umm... ( Read more... )
IV.
“It’s raining.”
“Shut up.”
“No seriously, Alex, it’s raining. Outside. Like…monsoon season raining.”
He stirs and opens his eyes just long enough to get a half-second glance at the clock. “It’s seven in the morning.”
“It’s still raining.”
“You’re full of it.”
“Look out the window.”
“Take a picture,” he replies, with a heavy dose of sarcasm, and then appears to register what she said a few sentences back. “They don’t really have monsoons here; wrong part of the world.”
“Yeah, because I wasn’t forced through an earth science course in high school. Clearly.” She glares, but he’s rolled onto his stomach, his face pushed into the pillow. “It’s an expression.”
He says nothing.
“Alex,” she starts again, this time more annoyed.
This gets him up, as he tosses a pillow that gets in his way onto the floor, his own little hissy fit. She is by now very used to this. “It’s a freaking resort, with the blue skies and the palm trees and the women who like to toast their breasts medium-rare on the beach. It’s not - “ this is right about when his eyes fall on the window she’s been staring out of. “It’s raining.”
“It’s raining,” Izzie echoes her agreement.
“But this is a vacation. If I wanted rain I would’ve stayed in Seattle.”
“Seattle came to us.”
He blinks, as if letting this all sink in. “We’ve barely been out of Washington for years and we get five days off to go somewhere and it rains.”
She doesn’t really need to answer that. It would just make it worse.
There is some frowning, some reluctant checking of the weather forecast, a muttered comment or two that she doesn’t catch, and then - “It’s not going to let up.”
“I figured.”
“Which is where plan B comes in.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
He leans back on his elbows, only half-covered by the sheets, and this is where she gets what he means.
“You’re going to make some sexual innuendo now, aren’t you? And then I’m supposed to jump into bed. I’m pretty sure there’s at least a dozen pornos that start this way.”
Alex doesn’t appear the least bit offended that she called him on it. “Something like that.”
“Okay,” she decides, not all that torn up inside. Lack of romance be damned; the sex more than made up for it.
When his hands find her waist, shifting her onto her back with a noise that sounds a little like a purposely overexaggerated growl, she giggles. “You’re not even going to make me work for it.”
“Oh, no, you’re definitely going to work for it.”
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V.
“Iowa.”
“Iowa.”
“I told you.”
“Oh, you told me.”
His hands grip the steering wheel noticeably tighter. She wants to slide a hand over one of his, along his arm, something reassuring, but doesn’t.
“Your sister didn’t like me.”
“My sister doesn’t like me. Neither does my brother.”
“Your brother wasn’t there.”
“Yeah, we got lucky.” He takes the exit to the airport and guns it, open road and fresh air streaming in from the windows. “He’s an ass.”
She lets that one go, in favor of: “Well, it’s not like my mother is a bucket of sanity either.”
He gives a snort of laughter that allows the tension to fall out of her shoulders. “They make us look like we turned out okay.”
“Yeah, they do.” And then, on second thought, “We did turn out okay. We are okay.”
“Yeah?” It’s the first time he’s looked at her for more than a second at a time since they left the hotel this morning.
Her answer is the slow slide of her hand over his, the way she twines her fingers with his, and the smile she gives that rivals the sun.
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Thanks hun!
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Why, Shonda? Why?
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I'm glad you liked this hun! Thanks!
shonda = fail
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Glad you liked this! Thanks!
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