Woah
Title: Woah
Theme: 15) Bitter in taste, sweet in imagining
Series: Radiant Dawn
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG 13 ish? Suggestive, not graphic
Characters/Pairing: Micaiah/Pelleas, Pelleas/boobs, Micaiah/rum XD
A/N: So, since Lily talked me into doing 52_flavours I decided to actually write something for it. XD Woo! This is set a modern AU, and rather silly.
This was not how it was supposed to happen. Not according to all the movies he saw, or the bodice ripping romance novels he certainly never read. Well, only certain parts. Like the middle, and the end. And usually the beginning.
But not in that order.
But, this wasn’t how it supposed to go. He got the girl, somehow. She’s pretty and nice and has wow really shiny hair.
They met in his favorite coffee shop. Well, now it’s his favorite. She had a frozen chocolate drink--what were they called again? Oh, yes, cappuccinos--that she sipped.
She thought he was an, “adorable little dork,” after he tripped and split his not so cold, actually really hot coffee on his pants. He was so proud that he asked her out. Well, it was more like, “Will you go with me to the emergency room? I think I might have burned something important.”
It worked. Her name was Micaiah. And the funny thing about her? She’s a girl. You know, one of those, with the girl parts. Yeah. They are real. This was news to Pelleas. And they have these things called boobs. Pelleas thinks he likes them. See, he only hangs out with boys, who sometimes have boobs, but not like these. Because, you know, she’s a girl.
But anyway. He got the girl and a date. Or a follow up to check on the burns, but that’s neither here nor there. So they had a couple drinks. No, not coffee, because that’s dangerous. The kind with the alcohol? Yeah, those.
Micaiah likes rum. A lot. Pelleas didn’t mind watching her drink though. He had some alcohol once, but um, he can’t remember that night. Or why he woke up with socks on his hands and pants on his head.
So, now she’s kinda drunk. Ish. Maybe. He can’t tell. But that could be because he’s against the door of her apartment and she’s hugging him. Sorta.
He imagined rainbows and birds singing and sweet, sweet strawberries for his first kiss. But rum isn’t sweet like strawberries. It’s not sweet at all.
Not that he minded. Micaiah nuzzled his nose giggling. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But then again, he probably couldn’t pick her up or sweep her off her feet. He could trip over them. He was cornered. When Micaiah somehow managed to get the door open, they stumbled in and by the time they made it to the bed, she was asleep.
A year later, her apartment became their apartment and Micaiah showed him what boobs really do. Woah. But that’s another story.
Theme: 15) Bitter in taste, sweet in imagining
Series: Radiant Dawn
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG 13 ish? Suggestive, not graphic
Characters/Pairing: Micaiah/Pelleas, Pelleas/boobs, Micaiah/rum XD
A/N: So, since Lily talked me into doing 52_flavours I decided to actually write something for it. XD Woo! This is set a modern AU, and rather silly.
This was not how it was supposed to happen. Not according to all the movies he saw, or the bodice ripping romance novels he certainly never read. Well, only certain parts. Like the middle, and the end. And usually the beginning.
But not in that order.
But, this wasn’t how it supposed to go. He got the girl, somehow. She’s pretty and nice and has wow really shiny hair.
They met in his favorite coffee shop. Well, now it’s his favorite. She had a frozen chocolate drink--what were they called again? Oh, yes, cappuccinos--that she sipped.
She thought he was an, “adorable little dork,” after he tripped and split his not so cold, actually really hot coffee on his pants. He was so proud that he asked her out. Well, it was more like, “Will you go with me to the emergency room? I think I might have burned something important.”
It worked. Her name was Micaiah. And the funny thing about her? She’s a girl. You know, one of those, with the girl parts. Yeah. They are real. This was news to Pelleas. And they have these things called boobs. Pelleas thinks he likes them. See, he only hangs out with boys, who sometimes have boobs, but not like these. Because, you know, she’s a girl.
But anyway. He got the girl and a date. Or a follow up to check on the burns, but that’s neither here nor there. So they had a couple drinks. No, not coffee, because that’s dangerous. The kind with the alcohol? Yeah, those.
Micaiah likes rum. A lot. Pelleas didn’t mind watching her drink though. He had some alcohol once, but um, he can’t remember that night. Or why he woke up with socks on his hands and pants on his head.
So, now she’s kinda drunk. Ish. Maybe. He can’t tell. But that could be because he’s against the door of her apartment and she’s hugging him. Sorta.
He imagined rainbows and birds singing and sweet, sweet strawberries for his first kiss. But rum isn’t sweet like strawberries. It’s not sweet at all.
Not that he minded. Micaiah nuzzled his nose giggling. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But then again, he probably couldn’t pick her up or sweep her off her feet. He could trip over them. He was cornered. When Micaiah somehow managed to get the door open, they stumbled in and by the time they made it to the bed, she was asleep.
A year later, her apartment became their apartment and Micaiah showed him what boobs really do. Woah. But that’s another story.