Fic: So Unsexy
Title: So Unsexy
Rating: PG
Summary: Megan is feeling nerdy and uninspired...
Disclaimer: Seeing as they're real people, suffice to say I don't own them.
A/N: This was inspired by a little song called 'So Unsexy' by the amazing Alanis Morissette. It sparked my muse. =)
A/N 2: This is pretty extreme in its fluffiness. I went into it with that mindset, and surprisingly came out that way.
So Unsexy
Megan let out a heavy sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying desperately to stave off the impending headache that was already gently throbbing at her temples. She adjusted her glasses on her nose and stared down at the drawing pad before her. Sitting on the coffee table before her, it was opened to a crisp white page. The charcoal pencil Megan used to sketch her comic book drawings lie not far from it.
"What's wrong?"
Megan lifted her head when she heard the familiar voice. Olivia stood in the doorway to the living room, looking tousled from sleep, wearing only a white button-down shirt of Megan's and Superman panties. Megan couldn't help smiling at her; it was just the natural reaction whenever the other woman was around, especially when she rolled out of bed and still managed to look that cute.
"Nothing's wrong," the younger girl said finally.
"Really? Hmm. You were looking at that notepad like you were waiting for it to catch fire," Olivia said as she made her way over to the couch and sat down beside Megan. "What are you drawing?" she asked, leaning her head on Megan's shoulder.
Megan let out another sigh. "Not a damn thing," she answered disappointedly. "I'm all out of ideas today."
"Aww... I'm sure something will come to you," Olivia said. She leaned up to place a light kiss to Megan's cheek. "You're trying too hard, I think."
Megan nodded. "Probably."
Olivia moved away from Megan and leaned back against the couch cushions, stretching out her long legs until her toes rested on the coffee table. Megan sent a sidelong glance at the other woman, and smiled when a proverbial light bulb lit up in her head. She picked up her charcoal pencil and her drawing pad and turned to face Olivia, then hurriedly began scribbling away at the page.
"What are you doing?" Olivia asked, trying to lean over and catch a glimpse of what Megan was so feverishly drawing. The younger woman held the drawing pad close to her body so that Olivia couldn't see it. "Oh, come on, can I see it?"
"Not until it's finished," was Megan's reply. She continued to scribble away for a few more minutes, while Olivia waited impatiently. After erasing and correcting and erasing and correcting some more, she was satisfied with her work and held the notepad out to Olivia. "Okay, there. Done," she said with a little nod.
Olivia eyed the drawing carefully for a few moments. The look on her face was a mix between confusion and amusement and something else Megan couldn't quite put her finger on, but she was sure it wasn't good.
"You don't like it," the younger woman said, her face falling.
Olivia faltered. "No, I--is this... supposed to be me?" she asked.
"Yeah, but it's total shit. You're much more beautiful than some stupid-looking comic book character."
"It's not shit. It's just--no one's ever drawn me like this before. That I know of, anyway. It's... interesting."
"You don't have to lie. You don't have to like it. You can tell me it's stupid. And nerdy and immature. I'm used to it by now."
"This isn't stupid, Meg. It's not immature. And I happen to think you're one of the sexiest comic book nerds I've ever met," Olivia assured. She assessed the drawing again, letting her eyes drink in all the little intricacies Megan had managed to put into it in such a short time. "It's really good, actually. I'm flattered you think I look like a superhero."
"It was the panties," Megan muttered, pushing her glasses further up on her nose with her index finger when she realized they were falling again.
"What?" asked Olivia.
"The Superman panties. You're wearing them."
Olivia glanced down at her choice of underwear and giggled. "Oh, these. Yeah. I guess I'm a nerd, too," she said, smiling.
"You can be honest, you know, if you think I'm a total freak for drawing that," Megan said suddenly.
"I thought we had established that I don't."
"I thought maybe you were just saying those things to spare my 13-year-old ego."
Olivia gave a good laugh. "No, not at all. I meant it. I'm flattered. You're a brilliant artist, and I think anyone would be honored to have you draw them as a sexy comic book heroine."
"Honored? Ha, wow. Not even."
Olivia set the drawing pad down on the coffee table and got to her knees on the couch, then moved closer to Megan. "You're so hard on yourself," she said, taking the charcoal pencil from Megan's fingers and setting it on the coffee table as well. "I don't get it," she added.
"It's because I'm really ridiculously dorky and insecure in real life, and I get depressed easily, and I'm lonely a lot of the time, even though I'm surrounded by all these beautiful people. I'm also boring and uninteresting and probably at least just a little bit ignorant. I don't know where everyone got this insanely sexy, cool image of me from. I'm just a nerdy 13-year-old boy at heart, honest," Megan said.
Olivia frowned. "You don't have to be lonely, you know. You have me," she said, resting her hands on Megan's knees.
Megan forced a smile. "I know, but you're so... you. And I'm just me. Nothing special about me, really."
"First of all," Olivia began as she gently removed Megan's glasses. She folded them and set them safely on the coffee table before turning back to Megan. "You are beautiful. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Second of all, you never have to be lonely because I'm always here if you need me. Third, you are not boring or ignorant. You have a brilliant mind, I know that, and if other people can't see that--well, fuck 'em," she continued. She leaned forward until her lips just touched Megan's in a gentle kiss, her hands coming up to cradle Megan's face. "You are special. To me. You're like my special nerd who draws really awesome comic book caricatures of me when she can't think of anything else to draw."
Megan felt herself blush. It had been a long time since someone had told her such things. In fact, she wasn't sure if anyone had ever told her things like what Olivia just had. It was strange. It made her sad and nervous and happy at the same time. "Heh, what can I say? Your underwear inspired me," she said lightly, forcing a smile.
"Let's see if I can spark your muse with something else," Olivia said with a smile as she leaned forward to capture Megan's lips again.
Megan's hands came up underneath the white shirt Olivia wore, her charcoal-stained fingertips leaving darkened smudges on the smooth pale skin of Olivia's back as she allowed herself to be pushed back onto the couch, to be loved like only Olivia could love her.
And with Olivia's hands slowly mapping her body, Megan never felt so beautiful.
Rating: PG
Summary: Megan is feeling nerdy and uninspired...
Disclaimer: Seeing as they're real people, suffice to say I don't own them.
A/N: This was inspired by a little song called 'So Unsexy' by the amazing Alanis Morissette. It sparked my muse. =)
A/N 2: This is pretty extreme in its fluffiness. I went into it with that mindset, and surprisingly came out that way.
So Unsexy
Megan let out a heavy sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying desperately to stave off the impending headache that was already gently throbbing at her temples. She adjusted her glasses on her nose and stared down at the drawing pad before her. Sitting on the coffee table before her, it was opened to a crisp white page. The charcoal pencil Megan used to sketch her comic book drawings lie not far from it.
"What's wrong?"
Megan lifted her head when she heard the familiar voice. Olivia stood in the doorway to the living room, looking tousled from sleep, wearing only a white button-down shirt of Megan's and Superman panties. Megan couldn't help smiling at her; it was just the natural reaction whenever the other woman was around, especially when she rolled out of bed and still managed to look that cute.
"Nothing's wrong," the younger girl said finally.
"Really? Hmm. You were looking at that notepad like you were waiting for it to catch fire," Olivia said as she made her way over to the couch and sat down beside Megan. "What are you drawing?" she asked, leaning her head on Megan's shoulder.
Megan let out another sigh. "Not a damn thing," she answered disappointedly. "I'm all out of ideas today."
"Aww... I'm sure something will come to you," Olivia said. She leaned up to place a light kiss to Megan's cheek. "You're trying too hard, I think."
Megan nodded. "Probably."
Olivia moved away from Megan and leaned back against the couch cushions, stretching out her long legs until her toes rested on the coffee table. Megan sent a sidelong glance at the other woman, and smiled when a proverbial light bulb lit up in her head. She picked up her charcoal pencil and her drawing pad and turned to face Olivia, then hurriedly began scribbling away at the page.
"What are you doing?" Olivia asked, trying to lean over and catch a glimpse of what Megan was so feverishly drawing. The younger woman held the drawing pad close to her body so that Olivia couldn't see it. "Oh, come on, can I see it?"
"Not until it's finished," was Megan's reply. She continued to scribble away for a few more minutes, while Olivia waited impatiently. After erasing and correcting and erasing and correcting some more, she was satisfied with her work and held the notepad out to Olivia. "Okay, there. Done," she said with a little nod.
Olivia eyed the drawing carefully for a few moments. The look on her face was a mix between confusion and amusement and something else Megan couldn't quite put her finger on, but she was sure it wasn't good.
"You don't like it," the younger woman said, her face falling.
Olivia faltered. "No, I--is this... supposed to be me?" she asked.
"Yeah, but it's total shit. You're much more beautiful than some stupid-looking comic book character."
"It's not shit. It's just--no one's ever drawn me like this before. That I know of, anyway. It's... interesting."
"You don't have to lie. You don't have to like it. You can tell me it's stupid. And nerdy and immature. I'm used to it by now."
"This isn't stupid, Meg. It's not immature. And I happen to think you're one of the sexiest comic book nerds I've ever met," Olivia assured. She assessed the drawing again, letting her eyes drink in all the little intricacies Megan had managed to put into it in such a short time. "It's really good, actually. I'm flattered you think I look like a superhero."
"It was the panties," Megan muttered, pushing her glasses further up on her nose with her index finger when she realized they were falling again.
"What?" asked Olivia.
"The Superman panties. You're wearing them."
Olivia glanced down at her choice of underwear and giggled. "Oh, these. Yeah. I guess I'm a nerd, too," she said, smiling.
"You can be honest, you know, if you think I'm a total freak for drawing that," Megan said suddenly.
"I thought we had established that I don't."
"I thought maybe you were just saying those things to spare my 13-year-old ego."
Olivia gave a good laugh. "No, not at all. I meant it. I'm flattered. You're a brilliant artist, and I think anyone would be honored to have you draw them as a sexy comic book heroine."
"Honored? Ha, wow. Not even."
Olivia set the drawing pad down on the coffee table and got to her knees on the couch, then moved closer to Megan. "You're so hard on yourself," she said, taking the charcoal pencil from Megan's fingers and setting it on the coffee table as well. "I don't get it," she added.
"It's because I'm really ridiculously dorky and insecure in real life, and I get depressed easily, and I'm lonely a lot of the time, even though I'm surrounded by all these beautiful people. I'm also boring and uninteresting and probably at least just a little bit ignorant. I don't know where everyone got this insanely sexy, cool image of me from. I'm just a nerdy 13-year-old boy at heart, honest," Megan said.
Olivia frowned. "You don't have to be lonely, you know. You have me," she said, resting her hands on Megan's knees.
Megan forced a smile. "I know, but you're so... you. And I'm just me. Nothing special about me, really."
"First of all," Olivia began as she gently removed Megan's glasses. She folded them and set them safely on the coffee table before turning back to Megan. "You are beautiful. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Second of all, you never have to be lonely because I'm always here if you need me. Third, you are not boring or ignorant. You have a brilliant mind, I know that, and if other people can't see that--well, fuck 'em," she continued. She leaned forward until her lips just touched Megan's in a gentle kiss, her hands coming up to cradle Megan's face. "You are special. To me. You're like my special nerd who draws really awesome comic book caricatures of me when she can't think of anything else to draw."
Megan felt herself blush. It had been a long time since someone had told her such things. In fact, she wasn't sure if anyone had ever told her things like what Olivia just had. It was strange. It made her sad and nervous and happy at the same time. "Heh, what can I say? Your underwear inspired me," she said lightly, forcing a smile.
"Let's see if I can spark your muse with something else," Olivia said with a smile as she leaned forward to capture Megan's lips again.
Megan's hands came up underneath the white shirt Olivia wore, her charcoal-stained fingertips leaving darkened smudges on the smooth pale skin of Olivia's back as she allowed herself to be pushed back onto the couch, to be loved like only Olivia could love her.
And with Olivia's hands slowly mapping her body, Megan never felt so beautiful.