Original: "Sun-Brightened Freckles." Femslash
Holy cow, I almost forgot it was Sunday. I swear, if it's not one thing, it's another.
Anywho, here is the timestamp of my characters from Freckle Speckled that yuliares requested and I was more than delighted to fill.
I swear, this started with much less...non-fluffiness in store. But it's still fluffy, I do hope.
Summary: Kentucky's never taken a date to the Midsummer Picnic, but she's finding she rather enjoys it.
“Ya know, even if ya watch real close, ya still won’t see freckles appearing,” Lora Lyn drawled, snapping Kentucky from her trance, where she’d been staring at her own pale fingers enclosed in Lora Lyn’s tanned - and yes, freckled - hand.
She turned startled eyes up at Lora Lyn before looking back down at their clasped hands, feeling a blush creep over her face. “I was…just…umm…” Kentucky trailed off, unsure what she was trying to say.
“Hey,” Lora Lyn called softly, waiting until Kentucky met her gaze again. “You’re not regretting us coming together, are ya? ‘cause we can just pretend we’re here as friends, if ya want.”
Kentucky was shaking her head no before Lora Lyn even finished speaking. “I just haven’t gone with a date to the Midsummer Picnic in…” Kentucky thought about it for a moment. “Ever. I’ve never taken a date to any of the town gatherings beyond a couple of the dances.”
Lora Lyn smiled slowly, seeming immensely pleased with Kentucky’s confession. Her brow furrowed, however, and she gnawed her lip for a moment as she studied Kentucky. “You told your parents, right?” They’d talked about Kentucky saying something about them going on this date, but a timeframe had never been introduced.
Kentucky nodded, looking pensive. “Yeah. At first they were a little shocked, I think. But my mom seems okay with it. Tolerant, at the very least. I’m not so sure about my pa. He’s been real quiet since I told them, but my mom says he might will come around and that he just doesn’t know what to say. Which, ya know, I can relate to. Lord knows if it weren’t for my mom, there’d have been nothing but silence in our house. I haven’t known what to say any better than my pa.”
Lora Lyn squeezed her hand gently, smiling reassuringly as she said, “It gets better, I promise.” She thought back to the first time she’d told her own mother. It had been…truthfully, it had been everything she’d feared it would be, and she could still remember that first week so vividly; sleeping on her friend’s sofa and sneaking back into her house during the afternoon for clothes.
“My ma wasn’t even tolerant when I told her. She wasn’t for awhile. But, eventually - and it took a long eventually with my ma - finally, she was okay with it. Not thrilled, obviously, but she’s okay with it now. You might should just give your pa time. He’ll come ‘round and find his words, you just wait and see if he don’t.”
Kentucky smiled, smiling wider still when Lora Lyn grinned, bringing out the dimples that had been much a part of her downfall in the first place.
“Lora Lyn!” The two girls started from their little world. “I swear, just because you’ve managed to drag our Kentucky here from her library and y’all are sittin’ here happy as clams, does not mean y’all can hide away here in the shade.” Lora Lyn looked slightly overwhelmed by the effervescent Mrs. Murphy, but she hadn’t grown up her either. Kentucky, who knew exactly how much influence the mayor’s wife held, could only stare with wide eyes. If they received her stamp of approval, the town would do nothing but accept them.
“Y’all just have to try my chili. Made it with a real kick this year and I’m a shoe-in with the judge.” She winked conspiratorially, even though it was a long-running town joke as she was the only one who ever entered her chili and her husband was the judge.
Still chattering amiably, Mrs. Murphy steered them toward the big tents that had been pitched on the village green, exhibits and carnival booths on one side, with tables full of food on the other, with the long line of barbeques behind those.
She escorted them to where a group of their school mates lounged at a picnic table, chatting and laughing. They quieted as the trio drew near, looking at Mrs. Murphy expectantly. “I found these two hidin’ out at the edge of the tents so I brought them over to join y’all. Hope ya don’t mind.”
Everyone murmured out assurance that it was no trouble at all, ma’am, before falling silent and regarding the two girls where room had been made for them.
“Well, shoo-oo-oot, Kentucky,” one of the boys drawled out. “If we’da known we didn’t have no chance with you, we wouldn’ta spent so much time mooning over ya in the stacks, ain’t that right boys?” he teased in what seemed to be an entirely sincere way.
Kentucky could feel herself blush to the tips of her ears, but before she could stutter out even she didn’t know what, one of the girls from her year spoke up. “Leave the poor girl alone, Clayton. Pretty always attracts pretty so the Lord - and everybody else - knows you never had a chance anyway.” The group laughed, elbows nudging Clayton good-naturedly.
“For my part,” one of the other girls began. “I’m pleased as punch to have two fewer girls in the game.” She winked at Kentucky and Lora Lyn playfully.
“Yeah,” joined another. “There already aren’t enough good-looking guys in this town for all of us.”
“There’s plenty of me to go around, ladies,” a second boy drawled.
“We said attractive boys,” the first girl shot back immediately.
As the group dissolved into teasing ribbing and laughter, a hand crept into Kentucky’s under the table. She sought Lora Lyn’s eyes and returned her smile when their gazes caught. Things would get better with her parents and, in the meantime, she had friends and laughter and sun-brightened freckles.
Anywho, here is the timestamp of my characters from Freckle Speckled that yuliares requested and I was more than delighted to fill.
I swear, this started with much less...non-fluffiness in store. But it's still fluffy, I do hope.
Summary: Kentucky's never taken a date to the Midsummer Picnic, but she's finding she rather enjoys it.
“Ya know, even if ya watch real close, ya still won’t see freckles appearing,” Lora Lyn drawled, snapping Kentucky from her trance, where she’d been staring at her own pale fingers enclosed in Lora Lyn’s tanned - and yes, freckled - hand.
She turned startled eyes up at Lora Lyn before looking back down at their clasped hands, feeling a blush creep over her face. “I was…just…umm…” Kentucky trailed off, unsure what she was trying to say.
“Hey,” Lora Lyn called softly, waiting until Kentucky met her gaze again. “You’re not regretting us coming together, are ya? ‘cause we can just pretend we’re here as friends, if ya want.”
Kentucky was shaking her head no before Lora Lyn even finished speaking. “I just haven’t gone with a date to the Midsummer Picnic in…” Kentucky thought about it for a moment. “Ever. I’ve never taken a date to any of the town gatherings beyond a couple of the dances.”
Lora Lyn smiled slowly, seeming immensely pleased with Kentucky’s confession. Her brow furrowed, however, and she gnawed her lip for a moment as she studied Kentucky. “You told your parents, right?” They’d talked about Kentucky saying something about them going on this date, but a timeframe had never been introduced.
Kentucky nodded, looking pensive. “Yeah. At first they were a little shocked, I think. But my mom seems okay with it. Tolerant, at the very least. I’m not so sure about my pa. He’s been real quiet since I told them, but my mom says he might will come around and that he just doesn’t know what to say. Which, ya know, I can relate to. Lord knows if it weren’t for my mom, there’d have been nothing but silence in our house. I haven’t known what to say any better than my pa.”
Lora Lyn squeezed her hand gently, smiling reassuringly as she said, “It gets better, I promise.” She thought back to the first time she’d told her own mother. It had been…truthfully, it had been everything she’d feared it would be, and she could still remember that first week so vividly; sleeping on her friend’s sofa and sneaking back into her house during the afternoon for clothes.
“My ma wasn’t even tolerant when I told her. She wasn’t for awhile. But, eventually - and it took a long eventually with my ma - finally, she was okay with it. Not thrilled, obviously, but she’s okay with it now. You might should just give your pa time. He’ll come ‘round and find his words, you just wait and see if he don’t.”
Kentucky smiled, smiling wider still when Lora Lyn grinned, bringing out the dimples that had been much a part of her downfall in the first place.
“Lora Lyn!” The two girls started from their little world. “I swear, just because you’ve managed to drag our Kentucky here from her library and y’all are sittin’ here happy as clams, does not mean y’all can hide away here in the shade.” Lora Lyn looked slightly overwhelmed by the effervescent Mrs. Murphy, but she hadn’t grown up her either. Kentucky, who knew exactly how much influence the mayor’s wife held, could only stare with wide eyes. If they received her stamp of approval, the town would do nothing but accept them.
“Y’all just have to try my chili. Made it with a real kick this year and I’m a shoe-in with the judge.” She winked conspiratorially, even though it was a long-running town joke as she was the only one who ever entered her chili and her husband was the judge.
Still chattering amiably, Mrs. Murphy steered them toward the big tents that had been pitched on the village green, exhibits and carnival booths on one side, with tables full of food on the other, with the long line of barbeques behind those.
She escorted them to where a group of their school mates lounged at a picnic table, chatting and laughing. They quieted as the trio drew near, looking at Mrs. Murphy expectantly. “I found these two hidin’ out at the edge of the tents so I brought them over to join y’all. Hope ya don’t mind.”
Everyone murmured out assurance that it was no trouble at all, ma’am, before falling silent and regarding the two girls where room had been made for them.
“Well, shoo-oo-oot, Kentucky,” one of the boys drawled out. “If we’da known we didn’t have no chance with you, we wouldn’ta spent so much time mooning over ya in the stacks, ain’t that right boys?” he teased in what seemed to be an entirely sincere way.
Kentucky could feel herself blush to the tips of her ears, but before she could stutter out even she didn’t know what, one of the girls from her year spoke up. “Leave the poor girl alone, Clayton. Pretty always attracts pretty so the Lord - and everybody else - knows you never had a chance anyway.” The group laughed, elbows nudging Clayton good-naturedly.
“For my part,” one of the other girls began. “I’m pleased as punch to have two fewer girls in the game.” She winked at Kentucky and Lora Lyn playfully.
“Yeah,” joined another. “There already aren’t enough good-looking guys in this town for all of us.”
“There’s plenty of me to go around, ladies,” a second boy drawled.
“We said attractive boys,” the first girl shot back immediately.
As the group dissolved into teasing ribbing and laughter, a hand crept into Kentucky’s under the table. She sought Lora Lyn’s eyes and returned her smile when their gazes caught. Things would get better with her parents and, in the meantime, she had friends and laughter and sun-brightened freckles.