something new
I've written a vignette for all of you to enjoy while you wait patiently (or impatiently, as it may be) for the next part of "Those Eyes." It's so full of innuendo that it'll make your head spin. WHEEE! So anyway, with no further delays...
Title: Not Quite Ripe
Author: Draculadeeda
Pairing: As I've said, it's a vignette, so it's really only Elijah, but he is thinking about Dan.
Summary: Elijah contemplates a peach.
Disclaimer: Don't own Elijah or Daniel, this is for my own pleasure.
Elijah pulled a peach from a paper bag he had sitting on his kitchen counter. He’d read somewhere that it’s how you’re supposed to keep them. Helps them ripen. The one he pulled out is still slightly green, but that’s how he likes them, not quite ripe. They taste better that way.
A peach that isn’t fully ripened is in a class all its own. It has a different smell, texture, taste and feel than a ripe one. It’s only vaguely reminiscent of the fruit it’s supposed to be.
You can pick it up and squeeze it firmly without fear of bruising it. It yields slightly to the touch before it springs back to its form. You can bit it gently without even breaking the skin.
But when you bite it a bit harder, the soft flesh gives in, and then you’re overwhelmed.
You can taste the slight tang of the fruit mixed with the sweetness as it glides over your tongue. It scrapes the roof of your mouth gently, for it’s still slightly hard and has yet to fully soften.
And at that first bite, you feel as if you’ve just stepped into an orchard. The faint peachy smell fills your nose and tickles at your insides. You’re reminded of spring where everything is just coming into bloom. But it’s only then that you realized just what it is you have in your hand.
So, you toss it back and forth from hand to hand to feel the weight of it. You run your fingertips over the surface. It feels like baby skin, but with scruffy fuzz. And maybe if no one’s looking, you’ll even rub it on your cheek. So plump and round. So firm yet soft.
After you pull yourself from thought, a little juicy trail has worked its way over down your arm. So you’re left with no choice but to lap up the mess you’ve made. Slowly, inch by inch. Your tongue rolls over your fingers, down your wrist, then it slides its way back up around the peach.
Bite after bite, you savour every moment, then give a soft, sad sigh when you realize that your precious peach is gone. And all you have left is a stupid pit. A deadly seed. Yes, deadly. Because you watch television, and you know that peach pits have small amounts of cyanide, of poison. But is the poison really all that bad? It’s in this peach, and that’s natural. Right?
Elijah sat and stared at his brown paper bag. So many delicious, delicate, unripe peaches all for him, or so he hoped. But the only thing he cared to wonder about then was if Daniel tasted like peaches.
Title: Not Quite Ripe
Author: Draculadeeda
Pairing: As I've said, it's a vignette, so it's really only Elijah, but he is thinking about Dan.
Summary: Elijah contemplates a peach.
Disclaimer: Don't own Elijah or Daniel, this is for my own pleasure.
Elijah pulled a peach from a paper bag he had sitting on his kitchen counter. He’d read somewhere that it’s how you’re supposed to keep them. Helps them ripen. The one he pulled out is still slightly green, but that’s how he likes them, not quite ripe. They taste better that way.
A peach that isn’t fully ripened is in a class all its own. It has a different smell, texture, taste and feel than a ripe one. It’s only vaguely reminiscent of the fruit it’s supposed to be.
You can pick it up and squeeze it firmly without fear of bruising it. It yields slightly to the touch before it springs back to its form. You can bit it gently without even breaking the skin.
But when you bite it a bit harder, the soft flesh gives in, and then you’re overwhelmed.
You can taste the slight tang of the fruit mixed with the sweetness as it glides over your tongue. It scrapes the roof of your mouth gently, for it’s still slightly hard and has yet to fully soften.
And at that first bite, you feel as if you’ve just stepped into an orchard. The faint peachy smell fills your nose and tickles at your insides. You’re reminded of spring where everything is just coming into bloom. But it’s only then that you realized just what it is you have in your hand.
So, you toss it back and forth from hand to hand to feel the weight of it. You run your fingertips over the surface. It feels like baby skin, but with scruffy fuzz. And maybe if no one’s looking, you’ll even rub it on your cheek. So plump and round. So firm yet soft.
After you pull yourself from thought, a little juicy trail has worked its way over down your arm. So you’re left with no choice but to lap up the mess you’ve made. Slowly, inch by inch. Your tongue rolls over your fingers, down your wrist, then it slides its way back up around the peach.
Bite after bite, you savour every moment, then give a soft, sad sigh when you realize that your precious peach is gone. And all you have left is a stupid pit. A deadly seed. Yes, deadly. Because you watch television, and you know that peach pits have small amounts of cyanide, of poison. But is the poison really all that bad? It’s in this peach, and that’s natural. Right?
Elijah sat and stared at his brown paper bag. So many delicious, delicate, unripe peaches all for him, or so he hoped. But the only thing he cared to wonder about then was if Daniel tasted like peaches.